Surviving in the Beast World with a System

The smooth texture instantly made their eyes widen. "So... so delicious!"

Since Wu Yue had set some aside for others, there wasn’t much in their bowls. After slurping down the vermicelli, the group gazed longingly at the strands swaying on the rack.

"Yue, after these vermicelli are dried, do we have to boil them in water to soften them before we can eat them again?"

Grandma Hua Shu asked Wu Yue, her eyes gleaming.

"Of course. Dried vermicelli can be stored for a very, very long time if you keep it in a dry, well-ventilated place. When you want to eat it, you just need to boil it."

The next day, vermicelli, the new food Wu Yue had created, once again took the Snow Tiger Tribe by storm. The females came in groups to see the stone mill in her yard, then begged their mates to go home and make one for them.

They promised that once the stone mills were built, they would make delicious vermicelli for them. Lured by this tempting promise from the females, the males worked with extra vigor to build the mills.

Of course, this was only for the Beastman families. The average Pure Human family, on the other hand, traded food for a chance to use the stone mill.

"Yue, there’s something I need your help with."

Yuan Lang walked into the yard, drenched in sweat, with beads of it still dripping from his temples.

Wu Yue quickly poured a cup of water from the bamboo canister on the stone table and handed it to him. "What is it?"

Seeing the worried look in the little female’s eyes, Yuan Lang’s heart warmed. "It’s the kiln for firing bricks and tiles. One is no longer enough to meet the demand, so we need to build several more. But the tribe’s males have to hunt, patrol, and build the walls. We’re running short on manpower."

Wu Yue frowned. "I can help with building the kilns, but I can’t do anything about the manpower shortage."

Yuan Lang sat on a stone stool, his deep eyes on her and a smile playing on his lips. "The one thing our tribe doesn’t lack right now is food. Plus, this is the season when food is abundant. I was thinking we could hire males from the surrounding small and medium-sized tribes to help.

We’ll pay them in food, which is much safer than them having to forage for it themselves."

Wu Yue’s face lit up. "That’s a great idea! But we should make it clear from the start that the construction of the walls must meet our standards. And those who do good work can receive extra food as a bonus."

Yuan Lang leaned over and placed a fervent kiss on Wu Yue’s forehead. "I’ll go talk to the witch and the Clan Leader about this now. I’ll leave the kilns to you."

Wu Yue patted her small chest confidently. "Don’t worry. The Beastman Warriors have built one before, so they just need to pay close attention to a few key areas this time."

"Mm."

The Beastman’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He took one last, deep look into the bright eyes of the little female before him, then turned and left.

Apparently, Yuan Lang’s proposal received the approval of the witch, the Clan Leader, and the tribe’s elders. That afternoon, he set out with a group of Beastman Warriors.

"Captain, those guys from the smaller tribes are all scrawny. What can they possibly do?"

Shi Lin scratched his head, asking in confusion.

Since the small and medium-sized tribes lacked Beastmen and Half-beastman Warriors, hunting in the forest was extremely difficult for them. Their diet consisted almost entirely of gathered fruits and wild vegetables.

They often went months, or even half a year, before eating meat even once. So compared to the males of a Great Tribe, there wasn’t just a difference in height, but an even greater gap in physical strength.

The first place they arrived at was a small tribe. If Wu Yue had been with them, she would have certainly recognized it as the tribe she used to live in with her Father and Amu.

When an old male, who was in an open area polishing crude Stone Tools, saw a group of white-haired Beastman Warriors approaching, he was so terrified that he collapsed to the ground on the spot.

’Wha... what’s happening? Where did all these Snow Tiger Tribe Beastman Warriors come from?’ Recalling that his tribe had once stayed in the Snow Tiger Tribe’s territory, his heart sank.

He scrambled and crawled before the Beastmen. "Beastman Lords, please forgive our humble tribe! We’ll never dare to go to the Snow Tiger Tribe’s territory again, please, forgive us!"

The old male was wailing his heart out. Women emerged from the caves, clutching their young, and also fell to their knees, crying and kowtowing repeatedly.

Perhaps because the females were bowed over, making the children in their arms uncomfortable, one of the little ones let out a "WAAAH" and began to cry.

For a moment, the area in front of the small cave was filled with the wails of men and women and the cries of children, giving Yuan Lang and his men a massive headache.

"We’re not here to cause trouble for you. We’re—"

"Oh, Beastman Lord, please forgive us... WAAAH..."

Before Teng Qian could finish his sentence, he was cut off by the old male, causing a vein to throb on his forehead.

"Shut up and listen to me!"