Chapter 649: Chapter 41: Cannon Fodder Bootlicker in the Beast World Farming Novel

For example, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, sugar, etc.

And household items like pots, bowls, and pans, as well as clothes, shoes, soap, etc.

These things are all scarce treasures in the tribe. Once they taste real cuisine cooked in an iron pot, the Beastmen no longer want to eat their previous tasteless meals.

Thus, they work hard to buy daily necessities for seasoning.

Most seasoning ingredients are fine, made through control of raw materials and space-time management.

The main problem is salt.

This substance is rare in the forest, and what is currently used is extracted from salt rocks, yielding very little and tasting bitter.

"Leader, the salt in the warehouse is already insufficient, estimated to last another month."

Ayuan is currently in charge of iron smelting and brickmaking, but he’s a restless person. When there’s nothing to do in the ironworks and brick kilns, he wanders around.

Whenever he discovers something, he immediately reports to Jiang Lai.

"Hmm, take some people along in two days, let’s go to the seaside and talk to the Snake Clan."

Currently, the coastal land on this continent is controlled by the Snake Clan and Eagle Clan.

Of course, they didn’t know about the salt in the sea.

Currently, they care about the things in the sea, not the seawater, so exchanging something for the use of seawater rights is quite simple.

"The grandmothers in the silk spinning room say it’s too hot inside, and the silk threads break easily."

"Hmm, first take a fan from the ironworks over there, and I will study making more later."

Jiang Lai doesn’t know how to make those complicated things, but the simplest fan is easy to craft.

With the tribe’s expansion and growing population, management becomes increasingly complex.

Jiang Lai has a lazy nature and usually leaves these matters to Ayuan and the old leader.

The old leader, as an experienced leader, is exceptionally adept at assigning work to others, thoroughly enjoying it and sometimes even dragging Jiang Lai into meetings late at night.

As for Ayuan, he is taciturn, doesn’t like to talk, nor does he enjoy communicating with others, but he handles all major and minor tasks personally. Outsiders perceive him as a reliable and responsible leader, but only the old leader privately asks him.

"Don’t wear yourself out, didn’t you enjoy going hunting the most? Why work so hard now?"

Ayuan was raised by him, so all the seniors around know his character, laid-back, and a bit stubborn, simply a lazy lone wolf.

But now, not to mention being solitary, Ayuan manages all matters, big and small, in the tribe, and even intervenes in trivial quarrels.

This naturally raises curiosity.

Ayuan merely replies.

"The leader treats me so well, I ought to repay her somehow."

The old leader pondered while looking at him.

"Kid, do you like the leader?"

Ayuan shook his head.

"I wouldn’t dare."

In everyone’s hearts, the leader is no different from the Beast Spirit.

No one regards her as a mere member of the tribe; she is placed reverently in their hearts, never daring to defile her in the slightest.

Even now, some Beastmen in the tribe are creating clay sculptures of her.

Who would dare entertain such thoughts about such an outstanding leader?

The old leader acknowledged this sensibly, offering a few words of comfort.

"Don’t push yourself too hard, do what you like; the leader won’t blame you, she’s actually very lazy."

In the entire tribe, probably only the leader’s own father, the old leader, dares to say such a thing.

Noticing Ayuan zoning out, Jiang Lai glanced at him, gently patting his arm.

"What are you thinking about?"

Ayuan snapped back to reality, calmly looking at Jiang Lai.

"Do you need me to do anything else?"

"No need to be so formal; if you’re always that polite, I feel embarrassed asking for your help."

Upon hearing this, Ayuan quickly shook his head.

"Leader, if you have something, just tell me. I’m happy to help."

Jiang Lai looked at him, helplessly smiling.

What a simple and honest wolf, diligent and reliable, who can handle any task given to him smoothly.

Sigh, it’s a shame she can’t bring him along for missions; otherwise, Jiang Lai would love to partner with someone like him.

"My dad mentioned you’ve been quite tired recently; are you being given too much work? How about this, let Ah Hai handle the iron smelting, so you can rest more during this period."

"There’s no need."

Ayuan’s face stiffened, bluntly rejecting the offer.

You might say he’s disobedient, yet he listens to Jiang Lai unquestioningly.

However, if you say he’s obedient, he now displays a stubborn rebelliousness.

Offering rest now even makes him unhappy.

"Rest more, get well, then you can help me with more tasks.

The tribe has plenty of things to manage; you can’t do it all alone. Do you want to work yourself to death?"

That wouldn’t do. Jiang Lai felt the tribe could do without her but couldn’t do without Ayuan.

With his head lowered, Ayuan solemnly said.

"I want to help you more."

"Why? Even the old leader takes it easy."

"The more I do, the less you can do."

With that, Jiang Lai fell silent for a moment.

She gazed into Ayuan’s light green eyes and inexplicably felt that standing before her wasn’t a wolf, but rather... a fierce yellow dog leashed at the village entrance in her childhood.

Barking fiercely at others but lying on the ground wagging its tail crazily in front of her.

Not daring to approach her, worried that being too enthusiastic would scare her, so it lay down to appear less fierce, quietly watching her.

The tail uncontrollably wagging.

Jiang Lai had a moment of daze.

Right after, she reached out, and surprisingly, Ayuan slowly approached, squatted down, bent over.

Jiang Lai naturally placed her hand on his head and gently ruffled his hair.

Ha, curious.

"Ayuan, do you like me?"

Ayuan remained speechless.

The towering figure was now devoutly crouched before her, fully surrendered.

He didn’t speak, but his silence conveyed everything.

Above him came Jiang Lai’s laughter.

"Alright, stand up."

Ayuan rose, slowly lowering his gaze, the long lashes shading his eyes, softening his rigid features considerably.

He dared not speak, didn’t dare respond.

Faced with the wonderful Jiang Lai, he felt guilty even taking an extra glance, how could he possibly dare harbor affection for her.

"Enough, don’t look at me with those eyes, from now on you don’t have to manage the iron smelting tasks."

Upon hearing this, Ayuan looked up hurt, heart tightening.

He knew it; the leader would be angry.

It’s all his fault for enduring so long, merely due to the leader giving him a glimmer of hope, that’s when he faltered.

The leader likely detests him now.

Such a humble self daring to like someone as perfect as her.

So, despite the disappointment, Ayuan didn’t dare utter a word.