Chapter 33
The transplanted seedlings changed every day, almost looking different from one day to the next. At a time like this, that little daily restlessness could be easily suppressed. Even if the king of heaven himself came, sowing was still the most important thing. This concerned the entire tribe’s meals after harvest season, so Lang Shuo did not dare be careless.
Now, most of the planting work had ended, but that did not mean the members could sit idle. During the breeding season, plants sprouted tender shoots like mad. This did not only refer to the crops they had planted. All kinds of wild grasses were also growing desperately.
If they left them alone and let the plants grow by themselves, the final yield naturally would not be high. Their earlier hard work would all be wasted. Most crops’ vitality could not compare to weeds.
Therefore, the members had a new task: weeding the crops.
When transplanting and sowing earlier, Lang Shuo had already divided the areas. Different crops were planted in different regions, and the planting areas for the same crop were also divided into equal-sized plots. They were numbered according to distance from the residence, making later management easier. Now, each member was directly assigned several plots to take care of themselves. This avoided everyone rushing to the same field all at once, which would easily trample crops and was not efficient either.
Lang Shuo’s leg injury had only just healed. He could not frequently squat and stand, and there were still many small, complicated matters that needed him to make decisions. Therefore, he did not go into the fields and instead stayed on the open ground in front of the mountain. This way, it was convenient for anyone to find him. With beastmen’s voices, even members on the outer edge could be heard by him as long as they shouted loudly.
Lang Shuo looked at the busy tribe members and gazed farther into the distance.
This was their first year planting. They only had this many seeds, so they would practice first and open up those lands next year. After all, it was only the beginning. If they bit off more than they could chew and planted too much at once, he worried they would not be able to keep up with weeding and pest control later. If the planting area was too large and reduced the yield, they would be better off only planting this one area and cultivating it carefully.
The area around their tribe’s residence was very open. Aside from this flatland, farther out there were mostly herbaceous plants and low shrubs. There were very few large stretches of forest, making it especially suitable for farming. Before, he had suspected that the low number of prey here was because the soil was poor, but after planting crops, it did not seem to be the case. Looking at the speed at which the potatoes grew, even if the soil was not top-level fertile, it could not be called barren.
For land like this, it would be a waste not to fill it with crops in the future. The only drawback was that their tribe had too few people. The hunting party still mainly relied on hunting and could only help look after the crops when they had free time.
Thinking of this, Lang Shuo looked at the large basket beside him and muttered to the fluffy bundles sunning themselves inside, “Hurry up and grow up!” Once they grew up, they could work.
After snow season ended, several of the larger cubs smoothly changed into human form. All the cubs above five years old in the tribe had recovered, leaving only fifteen in the large basket. Recently, whenever Lang Shuo came out, he would conveniently bring them out for some air. The cubs were small, and even all together, they did not weigh much. He could completely carry them around with him.
The cubs did not understand the meaning of Lang Shuo’s words, but when they heard a familiar voice, they instinctively raised their heads and echoed, “Awoo~”
The other cubs had no idea what was going on and followed by howling along.
The whole scene was a case of “message read, reply chaotic.”
Lang Shuo simply took it as them agreeing. He rubbed the cubs one by one, then pressed his leg, which had been sore from being too busy these past few days. Just as he was thinking about expanding the planting area in the future, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a cluster of mushrooms under a tree root, and his movements paused.
Recently, he had only been busy farming. In addition, there were still some dried fruits left in the tribe, so they were not in a hurry to eat leafy vegetables. The gathering team had not gone out, and Lang Shuo had almost forgotten that there were actually quite a few edible foods in this season. Moreover, because they had only just sprouted, the texture was better. It had rained this morning, and mushrooms were already poking out now. There should be even more in the forest. Making a pot of mushroom soup should be no problem.
After picking the few mushrooms, Lang Shuo looked around. He did not find Lang Rong, but he saw Lang Yun first. Not feeling reassured leaving the cubs alone here, he simply carried the cubs along and went over.
Lang Yun was pulling weeds. Hearing footsteps, she raised her head. Seeing that it was him, she directly stood up. “Next time, just call me over. Don’t walk around randomly.”
“It doesn’t hurt anymore.” Lang Shuo explained a little. Perhaps because of his constitution, his recovery speed was especially fast. Now, he simply could not do heavy work. Walking normally was completely fine. He handed the mushrooms in his hand to her and asked, “Yun, have we eaten this kind of food before?”
Previously, the tribe’s food had either been boiled or roasted. Because no one considered cooking speed, aside from meat, which could barely be distinguished, other foods were not necessarily identifiable when eaten. Lang Shuo did not remember whether they had eaten mushrooms before. If it were other foods, Lang Shuo would have directly told them to find two people to pick some. But there were many varieties of mushrooms, many of them poisonous. Lang Shuo needed to first confirm whether they had eaten them before.
Lang Yun took them and carefully identified them. “This kind doesn’t taste good.”
Lang Shuo understood. Then they had eaten them.
Seeing that he seemed somewhat interested, Lang Yun hurriedly tried to dissuade him. “This kind of food can’t be picked casually. Some are poisonous. The non-poisonous ones are also very bitter and taste awful. Shuo, why don’t we eat something else?”
Lang Yun rarely advised Lang Shuo not to touch a certain kind of food, because she knew that most foods became delicious when Lang Shuo made them. But the food Lang Shuo brought over today truly had no merits. Other foods were at most a little unpleasant. If they endured it, they could still eat them. Even edible ones of this kind turned bitter after being made. Even adult beastmen could not get them down. Bringing them back would be a waste.
Lang Shuo lowered his head and looked at the mushrooms in his hand. They were ordinary silver-gray button mushrooms. Logically, they should not be bitter. He asked in puzzlement, “What do the bitter ones look like?”
Lang Yun recalled for a moment and described, “About the same as this one. The color is a bit like meat left too long.”
Meat left too long. That meant reddish-brown or rust-colored. Rusty button mushrooms? Those were indeed extremely bitter if not blanched.
Many mushrooms looked alike. Some poisonous mushrooms could also look ninety percent similar to non-poisonous mushrooms, and if one did not look carefully, they could mistake them. Therefore, even if there were few kinds of food in the tribe, he still had to confirm properly. Knowing beastmen had eaten them before, Lang Shuo could speak with reassurance. “Then this afternoon, why don’t we have the gathering team go out and pick some leafy vegetables? If they see mushrooms—this kind—they can also bring them back.”
The purpose of Lang Shuo coming over to ask Lang Yun was to confirm whether they could be eaten. As long as they were edible, he could think of ways to cook them.
During snow season, there had only been a few kinds of food. No matter how many variations there were, after eating them for a long time, there was no freshness left. These days, even the most lively sub-adults had lost energy, let alone other members. Lang Shuo was also tired of eating them. Now that the plants outside had basically all sprouted, there were many tender shoots that could be gathered. He could have the gathering team bring some back and see if they could come up with something to eat.
Lang Yun thought for a while and finally decided to listen to Lang Shuo. After all, the food Lang Shuo made was delicious. “I’ll go find Rong.”
Receiving this answer, Lang Shuo left with the cubs. He was not in a hurry to go back and instead walked along the ridges to look at the members’ weeding results.
The areas assigned to the sub-adults were the most obvious. They were the fastest. When other members had cleared one ridge of weeds, they had already reached the third ridge. The drawback was that it was not very clean. Lang Shuo had once thought about asking them to slow down and be more careful, but in the end, they could not keep at it. Even when they slowed down, it was still not clean. He simply assigned them a few more plots, then specially picked out two slower-working members to clean up afterward.
The cleared weeds were not wasted either. They were directly collected together and fed to the long-eared beasts and cluck-cluck birds raised by the tribe. What could not be eaten was placed on stones to dry and saved for them to eat after snow season.
After two months, the number of prey animals in the cave had doubled. The small long-eared beasts born from the first long-eared beast were about to catch up to the big long-eared beasts in size. Another long-eared beast gave birth to a litter last month, plus the few that were pregnant. Every day, they needed two back baskets of grass to be enough.
The number of cluck-cluck birds had increased less. After the weather warmed, Lang Shuo left two nests of eggs for them to hatch themselves. If the hatching period of cluck-cluck birds was the same as chickens, they should break their shells in the next few days.
Lang Shuo calculated the grass feed needed to raise the two kinds of animals, then looked at the surrounding fields. He felt there was no need to worry about not having enough for now. In his memory, growing season had abundant rain, and wild grasses grew wildly. After one crop was cut, another would grow in just a few days.
Actually, Lang Shuo also wanted to raise large prey, such as curved-horned beasts. One adult curved-horned beast could easily exceed a thousand jin. If they could raise a few, they would not have to worry every day about the hunting party returning empty-handed.
However, adult curved-horned beasts were too fierce. If they wanted to raise them, they had to start with young ones. Beastmen were strong. Even if young curved-horned beasts resisted, they could easily be subdued. After a long time, they would slowly be domesticated. He wondered if he could have the hunting party catch some young curved-horned beasts back.
Lang Shuo walked while calculating these matters, returning to the cave to prepare the members’ lunch.
A habit had developed during snow season. Everyone would eat something at noon. Usually, it was cooked food processed earlier, heated up, then distributed a little to each person to fill their stomachs. After that, they would rest for a while before starting the afternoon work.
After the usual rest, Lang Rong led a dozen or so gathering team members toward the forest.
Mushrooms grew beneath trees, so they were easier to find in the forest.
Because they set out at noon, the gathering team did not go far and only circled around nearby. However, when they returned, they carried quite a lot of food. Two back baskets of mushrooms, and the remaining baskets were all filled with all kinds of leafy vegetables.
The sub-adults thought it was something good and ran over excitedly to look. The next instant, their faces wrinkled into bitter melons on the spot. Leafy vegetables. They were only a little tastier than medicine, right? At least not as bitter as medicine.
Lang Nuo tried to negotiate with Lang Shuo. “Shuo, there’s still dried fruit in the cave. How about we don’t eat leafy vegetables?”
Lang Nuo knew very well that if leafy vegetables were not eaten, they would spoil after two days. Since the gathering team had picked leafy vegetables, they had to eat them today. If everyone ate leafy vegetables, they could not possibly eat dried fruit alone, unless leafy vegetables were not prepared today. Although he knew it was very likely he would not get his wish, what if? What if Lang Shuo really agreed?
At this moment, Lang Nuo looked at Lang Shuo with incomparable sincerity, hoping the other party would understand his thoughts.
However, Lang Shuo’s words shattered his fantasy. “They’ve already been picked, so let’s make do and eat them. The dried fruit can be saved and eaten slowly. Don’t worry, I’ll try to make them taste better.” As Lang Shuo spoke, he comfortingly patted Lang Nuo’s shoulder.
Hearing the first half of the sentence, Lang Nuo instantly felt disappointed. Before he could feel upset, he heard the second half and suddenly relaxed. If Lang Shuo said they would taste good, then they would definitely be more fragrant than what they had eaten before.
Sure enough, Lang Shuo was still the best.
The moved Lang Nuo had no idea that it was Lang Shuo’s idea for the gathering team to go out and find leafy vegetables and mushrooms.
Under Lang Nuo’s grateful gaze, Lang Shuo took several children to sort the food brought back by the gathering team.
Because Lang Shuo often sorted food by type, Lang Rong and the others had paid attention while gathering. The same kind, or leafy vegetables that looked similar, were placed together. Now Lang Shuo only needed to simply sort them once, familiarizing himself with the varieties and thinking about tonight’s menu.
When beastmen ate only meat long-term, nutritional imbalance would cause all kinds of symptoms. They had to eat some leafy vegetables and fruits in moderation. After snow season began, there had been no leafy vegetables, and they could only rely on dried fruit. But most fruits would only slowly ripen in growing season. The remaining dried fruits were not enough to last the next two months. Sooner or later, they would have to eat leafy vegetables.
In truth, plants grew during the breeding season, growing season, and harvest season. It was just that during growing season, the temperature was high, rain was abundant, and plants were most lush. As for leafy vegetables, meaning all kinds of wild vegetables, the best season to eat them was now. The plants had only recently sprouted, the leaves were tender, and all kinds of insects had only just awakened and had not yet had time to reproduce, so the leaves were clean. They were not like later, when they would be chewed full of holes by insects. Not eating them now would truly be a waste.
After Lang Shuo looked through them once, he had a rough plan. He had Lang Nuo take several sub-adults to wash the vegetables, while he and Lang Yun went to boil water. Because the weather was warm, they were now using the stoves outside the cave. No matter how large the cave was, its space was limited, and it was far less comfortable than outside.
The leafy vegetables brought back by the gathering team mainly consisted of three kinds: shepherd’s purse, Chinese toon, and purslane. The remaining few kinds were small in quantity and could be saved until there was more before eating. Among the fungi, aside from the rusty button mushrooms that could not be eaten immediately, the rest could be blanched and made into soup.
After arranging these, Lang Shuo also had a plan for tonight’s dishes: shepherd’s purse and mushroom soup, Chinese toon stir-fried with cluck-cluck bird eggs, and purslane stir-fried with meat.
Mushrooms, Chinese toon, and purslane all needed to be blanched in advance. This step required Lang Yun and several other members’ help. The quantity was too large for him to handle alone.
After blanching, the vegetables were washed once and placed in large baskets to drain. Then they began heating oil in the pot.
Because there were few containers, the soup was placed last. Lang Shuo made the stir-fried dishes first.
He sliced marbled humming beast meat into thin pieces and placed it in the pot to stir-fry. After frying until fragrant, he added purslane, mixed evenly, and after it was cooked, served it into bowls.
There was a lot of food, so it had to be stir-fried pot by pot. Lang Shuo and Lang Yun finished stir-frying the dish, then called the sub-adults over to help distribute it. At the same time, they cracked cluck-cluck bird eggs into the empty stone pot.
Today, there were many leafy vegetables. Lang Shuo and Lang Yun had discussed it, and each person would get two bowls of vegetables and one bowl of soup. The purslane stir-fried with meat took five pots before they could start the next dish.
Chinese toon with eggs was simpler. The drained Chinese toon was chopped and added into the egg liquid, with some salt added. After mixing evenly, they scooped some and poured it into a heated stone pot with oil. Once the bottom set, they flipped it. After both sides were fried golden, it was served out, and new egg mixture was poured in.
The egg liquid and Chinese toon were mixed in a stone pot. Two sub-adults helped move it. The weight of the stone pot plus the egg liquid inside totaled several dozen jin, so the two were extremely careful.
Lang Shuo flipped the Chinese toon egg pancake in the pot and looked at the cooking tools, considering the matter of updating their containers.
“Shuo, it’s burning, it’s burning! Flip it quickly!” Aside from the two pouring egg liquid, the other sub-adults watched Lang Shuo and Lang Yun while distributing food. Discovering that Lang Shuo had not moved for a long time after flipping it, they hurriedly reminded him.
Lang Shuo snapped back to his senses and flipped the Chinese toon egg pancake again. He used the wooden spatula in his hand to cut it into pieces, then served it into a large basket and handed it to the sub-adults, letting them distribute it. Egg dishes absorbed oil, and since they had used little oil, it was completely fine to hold it in a tightly woven large basket.
Ever since Lang Yu’s hard rule, the sub-adults had not eaten while working. However, Lang Shuo often left a little bit and served it into a separate bowl, letting them satisfy their cravings. Therefore, every time they helped, the sub-adults were willing from the bottom of their hearts.
It was just that today, this job became torment. Whether it was the freshly cooked purslane stir-fried with meat or the freshly cooked Chinese toon with eggs, both were extremely tempting. The key was that they had never eaten them before. At this moment, they wished they could bury their heads in and gnaw.
“Shuo, when are we eating?” Lang Nuo felt he was about to drool from the temptation.
“Soon,” Lang Shuo replied. Once the two dishes were all finished stir-frying, they could start eating. As for the soup, the members of their tribe liked drinking soup last, so it could be cooked while they ate. By the time they finished eating, it would be just right for drinking.
“Okay.” Lang Nuo worked hard to endure. His body moved a little farther from the large basket, and he stretched both arms out to serve the food.
Lang Shuo watched him as if he were clearing land mines and found it strange. “You hate leafy vegetables that much?” They had not even started eating yet, and he already wished to stay as far away as possible.
“No.” Lang Nuo filled a bowl and placed it beside the other bowls, comparing the vegetables inside. Discovering that it was not piled high enough, he scooped a tiny bit more on top. What if the bowl he ate later was this one? It could not be lacking. Not even a little.
After carefully placing the bowl down, Lang Nuo took a deep breath. Only then did he continue answering the question from just now. “I’m afraid I won’t be able to hold back and will secretly eat.” It was too fragrant. He felt he could not resist.
Lang Shuo: “…”
Lang Shuo was speechless. Seeing the other young wolves looking as if they had learned something, he did not know what to say even more.
In the end, he only asked, “Didn’t you dislike eating leafy vegetables?”
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During dinner, the other wolves looked at the sub-adults who wished they could swallow the food in one bite and raised the same question.
“Who doesn’t like eating leafy vegetables?” Lang Nuo shoveled vegetables into his mouth while refuting the member laughing at him. “I like eating leafy vegetables!”
He only disliked eating leafy vegetables with bitterness and strange flavors. Not leafy vegetables like today’s!
“Exactly, exactly.” The other sub-adults echoed one after another.
The younger wolves also nodded. Right, right. They liked eating them too.
“Awoo, awoo~” The cubs in the large basket had no idea what they were discussing outside. In any case, as long as they heard the word “eat,” they howled.
Most members of the tribe were very satisfied with today’s two dishes and one soup. The few who did not like eating Chinese toon ate two bowls of purslane instead and were equally satisfied.
Whether adult members or underage members, at this moment, they all had only one thought: if they had known leafy vegetables could be made this delicious, they would never have disliked them.
After eating, Lang Rong came over to discuss with Lang Shuo and Lang Yun. She asked, “Shuo, should we continue going out to pick leafy vegetables tomorrow?”
Leafy vegetables also had seasons. Some would be gone once the weather heated up.
Lang Shuo thought back. At noon, the weeds in the fields had already been hoed about seventy to eighty percent. By afternoon, they were basically clean. Later, they only needed to pull weeds once every few days. It would not delay the gathering team’s work.
Thinking of this, Lang Shuo nodded. “Pick them. There’s no new work in the planting area tomorrow. Arrange it yourselves. If you go out, take a look at where there are many branches along the way.”
Lang Rong naturally agreed readily, but she found it a little strange. “Are there not enough branches in the tribe?”
After snow season ended, all the recovered cubs in the tribe had to follow Lang Hui and the others to pick up firewood. They could bring back quite a lot every day. Added to what had not been used up before, it should be enough.
“Not enough. I plan to make something new, and it needs a lot.” Lang Shuo nodded and did not explain in detail.
Lang Rong only took it as him researching new food again and promised, “Don’t worry. Tomorrow, we’ll definitely bring back more leafy vegetables and branches.”
“Thank you for your hard work.” Lang Shuo truly thanked her. With Lang Rong helping find branches, he could save a lot of trouble.
Lang Shuo wanted to see if he could fire pottery. Among the tribe’s larger containers, the only ones that did not leak water were the stone pots. But stone pots were heavy. They were fine for cooking, but when used to hold other things, they were rather strenuous. Like today, when making Chinese toon with eggs, it had all relied on the sub-adults’ help. Otherwise, such a heavy stone pot was really not easy to move.
Moreover, these few pots were far from enough. Lang Shuo then thought of pottery, which had a relatively simple production process and many uses.
He had not considered firing pottery before because the temperature had been low at that time. Firing pottery required a large amount of fuel, and the tribe’s fuel had to first guarantee warmth. Finding dry firewood during snow season was not easy.
Now it had warmed up. Even if it occasionally rained lightly, it dried in a day. In addition, without snow interfering, some old dead branches were also easier to see. Finding firewood now was much easier than during snow season. Firing pottery could be put on the agenda.
Pottery could be used not only as containers, but also for cooking. For example, in a situation like today, where they needed to stir-fry vegetables and also make soup, if they had pottery jars, they could use pottery jars to boil soup and stone pots to stir-fry, without delaying either.
However, Lang Shuo did not say too much about this idea. It was not that he did not trust the tribe members, but that he was not sure whether he could succeed. If he said it in advance and the firing failed, it would make everyone happy for nothing.
The next day, Lang Shuo had the sub-adults help him make adobe bricks in preparation for building a pottery kiln.
The sub-adults listened to Lang Shuo’s description and felt it was somewhat strange. Could it be that the previous bread oven was not enough, so Lang Shuo planned to make a new one?
The other members were even more baffled. Fortunately, he had often come up with unusual ideas before. Although everyone was puzzled, they did not open their mouths to stop him. During their rest, they even took the initiative to ask whether he needed help.
Lang Shuo refused no one. Aside from building the pottery kiln, they also had to make a kiln cave for firing charcoal. He planned to make more, because charcoal could not only be used to fire pottery, but also to roast meat. Charcoal produced less smoke, and food roasted over it would taste better.
Pottery might not necessarily succeed, so he could not say it in advance. The probability of failing at charcoal was not high, so Lang Shuo did not hide it. He first told them about making charcoal, lest everyone remain curious.
Hearing the use of charcoal, the sub-adults’ enthusiasm for work noticeably increased. They made bricks in the morning and were still making them at night.
Seeing them work so hard, after the first earth kiln was completed, Lang Shuo simply fired a batch of charcoal first and let everyone taste roasted meat with less smoky flavor.
Firing charcoal was not difficult. They placed branches of roughly the same length into the kiln cave, blocked the opening with adobe bricks, then sealed the gaps with mud. They lit the branches. According to how the branches burned, they gradually sealed the kiln cave’s vents. Once everything was sealed, they quietly waited overnight and opened it the next day.
After opening it, there was still residual warmth inside, so it could not be taken out and used immediately. After drying for a day and letting the temperature drop, the sub-adults could not wait to move the charcoal out of the kiln cave.
Lang Shuo had them move the charcoal beside the cave. Yesterday, a simple grill had been built here using adobe bricks and mud. During the day, the sub-adults had already skewered meat chunks with branches, just waiting to roast meat tonight.
Lang Shuo skewered several strings of mushrooms and also skewered some meat together with leafy vegetables.
Charcoal burned completely differently from branches. Smoke could basically be ignored. Even sitting downwind, one would only feel a little heat. It was not like beside a bonfire, where one gust of wind would send smoke swirling everywhere.
The grill was not especially large. Lang Shuo roasted in batches, placing meat skewers on it and constantly turning them, occasionally picking them up to observe their condition.
The group of sub-adults followed and learned. When Lang Shuo placed meat skewers down, they also placed meat skewers down. When Lang Shuo turned them, they also turned them. When Lang Shuo checked how cooked they were, they also picked them up to look. Regardless of whether they had learned the essence, they had learned the posture.
Seeing this, Lang Shuo explained to them. If some places were raw, it might be because the charcoal underneath was not spread evenly. If some places were burnt, that meant the temperature was high. They could switch the position or sprinkle a tiny bit of water.
When it came to food, the group of sub-adults listened with incomparable seriousness.
The charcoal did not look like it had much flame, but it did not roast meat slower than a fire. Before long, the sub-adults gathered around the grill smelled the fragrance.
“Shuo, is it cooked?”
“Shuo, can we eat it?”
“Shuo, is mine done?”
Lang Shuo was annoyed by the questions and pointed at the ones in his hand. “Mine aren’t cooked yet, so none of yours can be eaten. Lang Nuo, try lowering the meat again? Putting it closer won’t make it roast faster. It’ll only burn. Your hand is almost in there too. Do you want to eat roasted wolf paw?”
Hearing this, Lang Nuo immediately withdrew his paw.
Lang Shuo checked the skewers of the surrounding sub-adults while roasting his own, multitasking. The skewers he roasted were still incomparably tempting.
The sub-adults watched and swallowed. Finally, when they heard Lang Shuo say, “They’re cooked,” the group of sub-adults practically wanted to jump up.
“The skewers are too hot. Wait before eating.” Lang Shuo reminded them. Eating food that was too hot was not very good for the esophagus. The wolves had too many bad habits, and all of them needed to be corrected one by one.
The sub-adults listened to him and desperately blew on the skewers. After blowing a few times, they tested a bite.
“Delicious!” Lang Nuo was the first to speak.
The other sub-adult wolves followed and ate. Immediately afterward came a series of sharp inhales from being burned.
Even after feeling the burn, they could not bear to spit it out. After making a huffing sound and chewing twice, they immediately echoed him.
Lang Shuo waited a while before starting to eat. Without the heavy smoky taste of previous roasted meat, the pure meat fragrance was indeed delicious. However, the sub-adults were acting this excited probably because they had eaten too many stewed, boiled, and stir-fried foods recently and had not eaten roasted meat for a long time.
In any case, the improved version of roasted meat was extremely successful. The other members also learned to build grills and roast with charcoal. The charcoal that had originally been fired was used up by more than half in one night.
The next day, under Lang Shuo’s guidance, the sub-adults moved branches. This time, they fired a bit more charcoal. Several kiln caves worked at the same time, and from far away, one could see smoke above the earth kilns.
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Black Wolf Tribe.
The sub-adults led by Lang Yong stopped fighting and stopped snatching food. They rushed anxiously to the chief’s cave.
“Chief, bad news! The Snow Wolf Tribe is on fire! We have to go help!”
Lang Yan, whose tribe had finally quieted down and who could finally breathe a sigh of relief: “…”
