"You are the wind~ I am the sand~ Entwined as one~ to the ends of the earth~"
Just as Wu Yue was staring, dumbfounded, at Chang Ye’s dramatic, outstretched-hand pose, the classic the song from *My Fair Princess* actually started playing in her mind.
She pressed a hand to the throbbing vein on her forehead. ’System, what is wrong with you?’
The Blue Fatty’s voice, laced with a touch of sycophancy, echoed in her mind. ’Host, I was just setting the scene, wasn’t I?’
Wu Yue rolled her eyes dramatically, decisively ignored the unreliable System, and walked toward Chang Ye in the courtyard.
"Is there sothing you can’t just say normally?"
’Why the big ceremony?’
Chang Ye scrambled up from the ground in a flash, his heart pounding violently. "Lord Wuyue, we made that pottery you asked for."
Wu Yue froze for a mont, then she rembered the large vats she and Chang Ye had worked on a few days prior. A wave of delight washed over her.
"Did any of them break?"
As if expecting her to ask, Chang Ye nodded, a little embarrassed. "The first, smaller one I made broke. The rim cracked."
Wu Yue could almost see mountains of delicious food running toward her. She imdiately headed for the door. "Co on, let’s go have a look."
Seeing Lord Wuyue’s eagerness, Chang Ye struggled to hide a smile as he followed.
By now, many tribe mbers who had co to fire bricks and tiles had already gathered by the kiln. When they saw the Beastman Warriors pull three such large pieces of pottery from the kiln, they couldn’t help but crowd around.
"By the Beast God, can pottery this large actually be fired?"
"It’s true, and they look completely undamaged. It’s incredible."
"I heard Lord Wuyue was the one who wanted them. I wonder what this kind of pottery is for."
"Maybe they’re for bathing. I’ve been to Lord Wuyue’s hut in the old encampnt, and she had a big wooden tub inside. Lord Wuyue said it was for bathing."
The tribe mber finished speaking, then scratched his head in confusion. "But this vat is much smaller than the wooden tub Lord Wuyue used before."
"Stop guessing, Lord Wuyue is here."
The crowd’s chatter died down. Everyone turned in unison and, sure enough, saw Wu Yue approaching with Chang Ye.
"Lord Wuyue, it’s such a sha. This small one cracked during firing," the Beastman Warrior in charge of the firing said, looking a little sheepish.
’This kind of pottery is hard to fire in the first place, especially in such primitive conditions. It’s only natural for so pieces to get damaged.’
She certainly wouldn’t bla others for sothing like this.
"This kind of pottery breaks easily during firing. It’s already a pleasant surprise that two of them survived."
Hearing her say this, the Beastman’s expression instantly relaxed, and a smile appeared on his face. "It’s too hot here. If you could wait over there, I’ll move these vats."
With a low grunt, he hoisted the two large vats and went THUMP, THUMP, THUMP over to a nearby thatched-roof shed.
The Beastman set down the vats and went back to his work, while Wu Yue stared at the two vats—crude, but with no cracks—and couldn’t stop grinning.
’Having vats is great! Vats are so incredibly useful.’
"Lord Wuyue, are these vats used for making food?"
Looking at Chang Ye’s curious expression, Wu Yue smiled and nodded. "Yes. We can make a lot of food with them."
Hearing this, Chang Ye’s eyes instantly lit up. ’We can make food with them? Does that an Lord Wuyue has discovered a new kind of food?’
At that thought, he was suddenly filled with energy. "Lord Wuyue, let’s carry these two to your courtyard. I’ll teach the others how to make the vat molds in the next few days and try to produce more of them for you."
Wu Yue first nodded cheerfully, but her expression stiffened the mont she heard about making more vats for her.
’Given how hard the slaves here work, I don’t even have to think to know I’ll end up with tons of vats. Pickling vegetables and all that is sothing I plan to teach the tribe mbers later. If they expect to personally pickle enough for the entire tribe, it’ll be the death of !’
"Just fire another dozen or so. Any more would be too many to use."
Chang Ye didn’t notice the montary stiffness in her expression. All they had to do was follow Lord Wuyue’s orders; whatever Lord Wuyue said was right.
A group of her zealous followers hauled the two enormous vats across more than half the tribe to Wu Yue’s ho. After setting them down, they imdiately scrambled back to work.
Watching such diligent slaves, Wu Yue suddenly wanted to change her surna.
It could be Huang or Zhou. Huang Shiren or Zhou Bapi—either would do.
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