I Became The Chief of A Primitive Village

Su Bai was leaning over a wooden table, drawing ceramic patterns, preparing to design some simpler patterns.

Currently, Ru had no problem making ceramic bowls and jars, so Su Bai let him continue with that.

As for other patterned ceramics, he would draw them first. Once they had made enough ceramic bowls, he would teach Ru to make other designs.

Su Bai was thinking that apart from bowls, jars, plates, and other daily necessities, the most important thing was to make some aesthetically pleasing ceramics.

Of course, these were all future plans. First, they needed to produce items for daily life. The decorative ceramics were not an urgent matter.

“Shaman, it seems lively outside. Judging from the number of days, it’s probably Uncle Mai Mang and the others returning.” Yu Ying paused her work on the linen.

“Seems to be them.” Su Bai also looked up.

Shortly after they finished speaking, Mai Mang and his group were waiting outside the Teepee, and Su Bai let them in.

Mai Mang lifted the door flap and entered, saying, “Shaman, we’ve exchanged everything you instructed us to bring back.”