Quick Transmigration: The Mad Beauty Refuses to Be the Scapegoat!

Upon completion of the inspection, Jiang Lai nodded to Ayuan with satisfaction.

"You’ve done a great job; this entrenching tool is your reward."

Upon hearing this, Ayuan’s usually calm eyes burst with a hint of excitement.

He hesitated a bit.

"I just did what I was supposed to do. In fact, by the second day at the tribe, I had already discussed with the old leader and others, planning to stay at the base as your subordinate, at your command, to repay your life-saving grace."

Jiang Lai nodded.

"Hmm, you’re right. But as a leader, I’m clear about reward and punishment. If you do well, there’s a reward, not just for you. Other people who perform well will also receive rewards."

This shovel wouldn’t be of much use in Jiang Lai’s hands, but it’s different for Ayuan; he’s more capable.

In Ayuan’s pale green eyes, there’s an overwhelming sense of gratitude for Jiang Lai’s trust.

"Leader..."

"Alright, no need to say more. There’s still plenty of work to be done."

Now with enough manpower, Jiang Lai plans to proceed with the next step in tribe construction, brick-making.

Actually, winter isn’t the best time for brick-making; it’s hard to dry them in the wind, and controlling the kiln temperature is difficult.

But Jiang Lai is just trying, coincidentally finding a spot of particularly suitable clay soil around the snowy mountains, dug it up, sun-dried and sandy now, waiting to add water and mud.

She even prepared molds for the bricks.

The leader led several uninjured Wolf Clan members to help make the bricks.

They’re familiar with mud work; after all, many things in the tribe are molded from mud, like bowls and basins.

But these things are very fragile, only suitable for simple containers, so when they heard Jiang Lai wanted to make mud bricks, they didn’t understand.

The bricks made might break when dropped on the ground, deemed too fragile for weapons, so what are they really for?

But Ayuan stood up willingly.

"Whatever the leader directs us to do, that’s what we do; the leader must have reasons."

Referring to Jiang Lai as "Leader" repeatedly greatly satisfies Jiang Lai’s desire for authority.

Everyone said Ayuan was stubborn and couldn’t read situations. Now it seems rumors are unreliable; this boy is clearly the leader’s favorite.

With that, a group of wolves were busy mixing mud at the foot of the snowy mountain during the day and helped fortify the wall at night.

After all, those stakes are easily decayed at their roots soaking in snowmelt, but Wolf noses are particularly sharp, they just need to sniff along the wall bottom to detect which wood is rotting.

The decaying stakes are replaced immediately with new ones, then continue fencing the barbed wire.

During this period, one elder suddenly yelled strangely, followed by a peculiar "pop" in the air, a bolt of electrifying blue light exploded in the air.

Everyone was terrified.

Jiang Lai stepped up to check his wounds.

Luckily, she had cut off the current in the barbed wire, now only some minor currents linger, otherwise his hand would surely have been lost.

"Didn’t I tell you to wear gloves?"

Ready-made insulated gloves, but he didn’t wear them.

Elders aren’t very obedient, they learn only from misfortune, thinking Jiang Lai told them to wear that thing unnecessarily and disrupt work.

Now, his hand is numb from electric shock, with several fingers blackened.

"This is electricity; it can light lamps and harm people. From now on, everyone must wear gloves while working, or I’ll penalize you with night watch duty."

The others quietly put on the gloves, but were still apprehensive when touching the wire, cautiously not daring to exert force.

Every morning upon waking, numerous animal corpses could be found outside the fence.

Initially, no one knew where these bodies came from, guessing that the Beast Spirit was secretly protecting the tribe.

Now they know.

All were killed by the "electricity" Jiang Lai mentioned.

After knowing this, everyone’s reverence towards Jiang Lai intensified, inquiring her about everything before doing anything.

Jiang Lai is pleased with the current situation; keeping a suitable distance as superior and subordinate. It’s okay to joke around normally, but during crucial moments, they must obey unconditionally.

Fortunately, the Wolf Clan is quite obedient.

Even these stubborn elders became very compliant after experiencing Jiang Lai’s prowess a few times.

Days passed, with the addition of these Wolf Clan members, the tribe management became orderly.

Now Jiang Lai barely needs to manage the vegetable garden and farmland, among these old wolves is a naturally skilled planter, especially fond of farming activities; he wakes up before dawn to catch pests and water in the vegetable plot, and strolls around at night before bed to check the day’s growth.

Besides, the two grandmothers adapted quickly too.

The two who previously couldn’t distinguish between scallions, ginger, and garlic, are now learning to study dishes by themselves. One loves spicy food, and the other enjoys soup, so Jiang Lai simply gave them two cookbooks written in Wolf Clan language.

One with Sichuan cuisine, one Cantonese, let them improvise.

After a day exhausting with brick-molding, returning tired, fresh fruits are neatly placed on the table in the yard, one bite refreshes everyone, boosting appetite.

Then indoors, the dining table is arrayed with a bounty of dishes.

Jiang Lai enjoys a variety of foods, so two grandmothers start preparing dinner right after lunch.

No worries about excess food, the Wolf Clan has big appetites, one person can finish a basin of rice easily.

Especially Ayuan, eating only rice without dishes, he can devour a whole water bucket.

After each meal, he subconsciously glances at Jiang Lai.

His gaze carries caution, fearing she might be upset.

"Eat up, eat up, there’s plenty of food."

The grain stored in the granary is still piled high, now everyone eats the freshly harvested new rice, already excellent seeds, coupled with spring water irrigation, the rice cooked aroma can waft into every corner of the tribe.

Previously, a few emaciated old wolves now look way heftier, especially the leader who had become skin-and-bones after this year’s cold famine.

"Life these days feels like a dream, always eating to fill and sleeping well at night without fearing other Beast Clan invasions. I never thought at my age, I could live such good days."

The grateful elderly wolves were emotional, two grandmothers even cried, if not stopped by Jiang Lai, they almost knelt to bow to her.

"There’s no need; as comrades, mutual help is only right."

"When the migrating wolf pack returns, can we let them join this tribe?"

A straightforward elder suddenly said this.

Immediately after speaking, the leader glared at him.

"No need for you to ask, the leader will arrange it."

Food is limited, territory is too. Now their carefree life is due to enough supply of food.