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

The three of them arrived together at the foot of the snow mountain, just as the stone quarrying was almost complete.

On the way back, Hei Yao volunteered to help.

Ayuan simply handed over the wheelbarrow handles to him.

Watching these people push the wheelbarrows, Mu Mianmian couldn’t help but feel excited.

That person was truly incredible, the design of the wheelbarrow was extremely clever, with support legs installed below the handles that could be locked in place. This way, if someone got tired, they could easily let go and rest without worrying about the wheelbarrow tipping over.

Something so commonplace in modern times was nothing short of miraculous here.

Feeling both amazed and contemplative, Mu Mianmian couldn’t help but think.

Why hadn’t she thought of using her own mind to invent and create things?

She had always been trapped in the mindset of being a doctor, thinking she only needed to heal and save lives. But now that she looked closely, these things didn’t seem too difficult to make. She simply hadn’t thought about it seriously.

Along the way, Mu Mianmian walked with her head down, lost in thought.

Hei Yao seemed a bit uneasy. Clearly, they used to be good friends, but now meeting again, it felt as if there was a barrier between them, dividing them into two different kinds of people.

As the gate opened before them, Mu Mianmian took a deep breath and followed the quarrying team inside.

She initially thought that once they entered, they would be in the tribe. However, to her surprise, behind the first wooden fence, there was another wall.

Seeing the wall in front of her made of bricks, Mu Mianmian couldn’t resist reaching out to touch it.

It was really made of bricks.

Extremely solid, one of the greatest inventions in history.

That person had actually made bricks!

The second gate opened, revealing everything she had been curious about all along.

The space inside the walls was enormous! Spacious!

In sight was a nearly ten-meter tall, three-story wooden building, with a simple and elegant appearance. Its base was reinforced with bricks and stones, preventing the wood from rotting or deteriorating over time.

On the left side of the wooden building was a vast stretch of farmland, with wheat being cultivated and several elderly people weeding amidst the fields.

Next to the farmland were several clearly delineated orchards and vegetable gardens, with densely grown produce, presenting a dazzling array of varieties.

Looking to the right again, beside the wooden building were several brick houses, meticulously planned and arranged in a neat crisscross pattern. Even the open spaces around the brick houses weren’t wasted, being fully planted with crops.

Behind the wooden building was a clear and deep pool, teeming with a large number of fish. Despite the high density of the fish, they thrived smoothly without oxygen deprivation. It was unimaginable what methods that expert employed.

These things, which were no big deal in modern times, turned into miraculous existences in this primitive Beast World.

Beside the pool, there was even a row of dry toilets.

Here, their ability to manage food, clothing, and shelter reached the level of a modern rural area. Life was convenient and comfortable, and even in early spring, everything was vibrant and flourishing.

Continuing further, near the wheat field was a sandpit with several wooden toys, swings, seesaws, and small wooden horses. Several bear cubs, who had just transformed, were rolling around in the sandpit, playing joyfully.

Next to them, several female bears and wolves sat peacefully together, sorting through vegetable greens in baskets.

Seeing people approaching, they gazed curiously.

An elderly woman came over. Upon closer inspection, Mu Mianmian realized she was someone she knew, one of the elders left behind in the old tribe.

They were still alive.

"Chief, what would you like for dinner tonight? The water spinach has been growing well recently. How about picking some for a stir-fry tonight? Those old folks just dug up a basket full of shrimp from the pond. They’re really fresh. Would you like them boiled in salt water?"

The elderly woman spoke slowly and gracefully.

Jiang Lai nodded.

"Let’s also make some dumplings. I’ve noticed the chives are doing well too, so let’s eat more while they’re tender."

The air quality in the Beast World was good, and the soil was fertile. Coupled with the irrigation from the Spiritual Spring, the chives were exceptionally crispy and flavorful, even delicious when eaten raw.

The old lady nodded with a smile and immediately went to cut the chives, carrying her basket.

After saying this, Jiang Lai continued walking. Looking back, she noticed Hei Yao and Mu Mianmian were standing still.

Hei Yao maintained his poker face without showing intense emotions.

Mu Mianmian, too, was usually expressionless and had a chilly demeanor. But perhaps the shock she had just experienced was too overwhelming, leaving her unable to control her expressions. Her eyes were wide open, staring at Jiang Lai as if she had found a long-lost father.

Jiang Lai stood still.

"What’s wrong? Weren’t we going to take a tour and learn?"

Hei Yao came to his senses and looked at Mu Mianmian’s condition, asking quietly.

"What are you looking at? Let’s go."

Mu Mianmian took one step, two steps, three steps towards Jiang Lai, then looked at the Beastmen passing by who all respectfully bowed to her.

"Chief."

Just three simple words, yet with greater power than rockets and cannons, left Mu Mianmian speechless for a long while.

As Jiang Lai was about to leave, she finally managed to squeeze out a few words.

"Are you really the leader?"

Jiang Lai shrugged.

"Yes, what’s up? You look quite surprised."

Mu Mianmian’s mind raced.

Jiang Lai was the chief, so who built this tribe? Where was the real leader? Did he not want to appear, thus pushing Jiang Lai, a beastman, to handle the chores?

That’s possible.

Yes, it must be like this.

Was there no one useful by his side, which is why he chose Jiang Lai, this simpleminded wildman, as the leader?

Judging by Mu Mianmian’s expression, Jiang Lai guessed about seventy to eighty percent of her thoughts.

"Were you just thinking how could someone like me be the leader here?"

Mu Mianmian remained silent.

Even if Jiang Lai was the leader, she couldn’t be bothered to waste any words with her.

She wanted to find the real master of this tribe.

Jiang Lai sighed.

"No need to look. I saw your SOS, and it was well written."

"!!"

The previous moment, Mu Mianmian had been glancing around, but upon hearing Jiang Lai’s words, she was completely stunned.

"I am the leader here, which means I built this tribe."

"Weren’t you hoping I’d realize you and I came from the same place?

Now I know, and I’d like to ask, does your expression suggest:

Do I not match the great figure you imagined?"

This shook away all of Mu Mianmian’s other speculations.

Even though she didn’t want to, she had to believe that the wildman in front of her was the very expert she had so desperately wanted to meet!

She couldn’t accept it.

The difference between Jiang Lai and her expectations was too vast!