I Became The Chief of A Primitive Village

“Good morning.” Su Bai raised his hand to gesture for them to sit down.

He scanned the people in the Teepee, seeing various races. Some had cat ears, some had horns, some with feathered tails, and so on. However, they all had one thing in common – their faces were dirty and their hair was messy. [They really do look like Egg Stealing Monkeys. They also don’t seem to be very well-fed. Most of them are bone thin and weak.]

“Do you know why I called you here today?” Su Bai asked in a deeper than usual tone. His first step was to make sure all these children knew what they were doing, rather than blindly following orders.

“We know. We’re here to learn how to read and write,” The children answered in unison.

Su Bai nodded with satisfaction and said, “Take out the wooden boxes I’ve just given you.”

“Shaman, we all have them, but they don’t. Should we share some with them?” A child with dog ears pointed to the back.

The last time he had Uncle Gu Mu make twenty-four wooden boxes. Thus, there were not any for children from the other Tribes.

With the sudden increase in children, there were not enough sand trays to go around.

Su Bai raised an eyebrow and nodded. “Okay. Two of you can share one, and give some to them.”