Chapter 1032 - 1031: Rewarding You with a Fart
A cold voice came from beside: "Reward what? Reward you with a fart?"
Bosson looked at Xiu Yan resentfully, wondering if it was really okay to be so venomous.
As a male, aren’t you afraid that Shaman Ji Nuan will abandon you?
Of course, these are words that the timid Bosson wouldn’t dare to utter; he only silently mulls over them in his heart, sighs, and lets them go.
One must bide their time and endure appropriately when not strong enough to completely overpower him; who knows, there might be a counterattack someday.
Xiu Yan sneered, a counterattack?
That’s impossible.
At this moment, Ji Nuan was shocked; she hadn’t expected Bosson to come up with the method of sun-curing salt.
It made her want to slap her forehead.
She had been constantly thinking about how to increase salt production, but when she returned from her trip, she was welcomed with such a big surprise.
Happiness filled Ji Nuan’s eyes, and she looked at Bosson with great approval: "Well done, hahaha, Bosson, you truly made a great contribution to the tribe."
Then, she seriously looked at the somewhat stunned orc: "Your method will allow us to get salt faster and in greater quantities. After this big trading meeting, I will reward you with a Beast God Fruit."
"Whoa~" The surrounding orcs were all astonished.
They looked at Bosson with envy.
Bosson felt as if a huge piece of roasted beast meat smashed onto his head, nearly knocking him unconscious.
After finishing, Ji Nuan didn’t pay attention to the dazed Bosson anymore and quickly walked towards the salt sunning pool.
Fine salt already lay at the bottom of the pool, and although the sea water in the pool was still mixed with some impurities, it didn’t affect Ji Nuan’s good mood at all.
With the salt sunning pool, the tribe’s salt supply needn’t be worried about anymore, and she could start her seaside trading.
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"Clan Leader, I’m back." Mauri hurried into the cave, the smile in his eyes undisguised.
Nakula pointed to a beast skin mat not far away: "Sit down, how did it go, what did those people from the Sea Serpent Clan say?"
Mauri laughed heartily, his voice full of pride: "Of course, they agreed. You don’t know what I saw after going to their residence today; those orcs from the Sea Serpent Clan have even started eating grass."
"Eating grass?" Nakula’s heart rose with a tinge of contempt, that Sea Serpent Clan really is...
The cold season hasn’t even arrived yet, and they are already struggling for food; they still think about surviving on land with such strength?
Isn’t this joking with their own lives?
But he had no sympathy for the Sea Serpent Clan; a water tribe with only two evolved orcs always acted so high and mighty in front of them.
He had disliked them for a while now.
Mauri nodded and pulled out a pitch-black object from behind him: "This is it."
Nakula reached out, took a look, and frowned: "Is this grass?"
The object was hard and solid, resembling a rock.
Mauri broke a piece off the black block: "You see, this really is grass, just the seaweed they previously harvested from the sea, dried until it’s this rigid. But this object softens when soaked in water, and it’s a necessary food stored by various tribes of the Aquatic Clan during winter."