SFS Chapter 141 Full of Harvests
Chapter 141 Full of Harvests
The old priest looked at Lin Baiyan with hopeful eyes.
Lin Baiyan was in a dilemma at this moment. Making the carts was extremely difficult. The tribe only had about ten carts at the moment, and they usually had to use the carts for transportation.
Lin Baiyan carefully considered the situation in his mind; the cart would just be enough for their own tribe.
Therefore, seeing the old priest's hopeful eyes, he still shook his head, "Old priest, this item will not be traded for the time being."
The tribe is currently short-handed and doesn't have the time to make additional carts.
A hint of disappointment flashed in the old priest's dim eyes.
However, Lin Baiyan's words were within his expectations. After seeing the usefulness of the cart, the old priest knew that Lin Baiyan was unlikely to exchange it with them so easily, but he still wanted to try.
He smiled and changed the subject, "It's nothing."
Lin Baiyan hesitated for a moment, then explained, "It's not that I don't want to exchange, it's just that our tribe doesn't have enough."
After this exchange, he concluded that these tigers were not bad as beasts. Lin Baiyan harbored the idea of befriending the Silver Tiger Clan, since his own tribe was weak and it would be good to have one or two friendly tribes.
"Don't be fooled by the fact that this cart looks flat and smooth; the manufacturing process is extremely difficult."
After hearing his explanation, the old priest felt less disappointed. He smiled and waved his hand, "It's nothing, but if you have some free time, you should reserve one for us."
Lin Baiyan quickly chimed in, "That's for sure."
The old priest and Lin Baiyan chatted casually while Tianlang Cang stood silently behind them, like the most steadfast guardian.
After the tigers had had their fill of playing, Hu Luan, still not satisfied, returned the rope to Hu Qiu and strode towards them.
Hu Luan finally realized he was a little embarrassed when he met the gazes of several people. The big tiger kept a straight face and pretended nothing had happened. He patted Lang Cang on the shoulder and said, "Let's have another fight next time!"
He saw great potential in this male orc, who might surpass him soon.
Lang Cang replied in a deep voice, "No problem."
The transaction was over, and the initial meeting between the two groups was quite pleasant. As they were about to leave, the old priest invited Lin Baiyan with a smile, "Baiyan, you can visit our Silver Tiger Clan sometime."
Although it was their first time meeting, after chatting for a while, the old priest took a liking to the little cub. His gentle and mild manner suited his taste perfectly.
He became a priest of the tribe at a young age and was very composed in his work.
Before Lin Baiyan could speak, Lang Cang quickly answered for him, "Our tribe has a lot of things to do and can't do without priests."
He looked warily at the group of furry tigers behind the old priest.
Lang Cang hadn't forgotten what Lin Baiyan had told him before about wanting to pet a tiger!
What if he really enters the territory of the Silver Tiger Clan and sees tigers of all sizes running around, and suddenly becomes so happy that he forgets about home?
Seeing Lang Cang's expression, Lin Baiyan knew what he was thinking. She glared at him slightly and quickly replied, "Don't listen to his nonsense. I'll definitely visit him when I have the chance."
The old priest watched the interaction between the two and nodded with a smile, "Good, good."
The old priest was getting on in years, and his brows were now showing signs of weariness. Lin Baiyan looked at the basket in Hu Yang's hands and reminded them, "Why don't you let the old priest transform into his beast form and crawl into the basket? That way, you can take him back faster."
"If we put another layer of animal hide on top, it won't be too bumpy."
When Hu Yang heard him say that, his eyes lit up immediately. What a great idea! How come he didn't think of that?
The old priest had difficulty walking, and going out was time-consuming and exhausting, causing him great discomfort. This was indeed a good method.
Several large tigers agreed with the idea, and the old priest had no choice but to transform into a white tiger and crawl into the basket.
Tiger Mountain, carrying the old priest on its back, looked at Wolf Cang in front of it and howled, "Awooo—"
"Kid, train hard!"
Lin Baiyan understood his words and subconsciously translated for Lang Cang, "He said to tell you to train hard and not slack off."
Wolf Cang's eyes suddenly fixed on the sub-beastman beside him, and a storm raged in his heart.
After Lin Baiyan finished speaking, she belatedly realized that something was wrong, and suddenly stiffened, not daring to look at Lang Cang.
Damn it, I haven't even told Lang Cang that he can understand other orcs.
Not only that, Lin Baiyan has kept a lot of things from him: the Beast God, the power of faith, commanding all beasts—each and every one of these is a huge secret. He doesn't even know where to begin telling Lang Cang about it.
Feeling the increasingly intense gazes around him, Lin Baiyan had no choice but to raise his head and give Lang Cang a fawning smile, his large, clear black and white eyes blinking rapidly.
Lang Cang could tell at a glance that he was feeling guilty.
I'm still out there, so it's not appropriate to say anything right now. I'll settle the score with him when I get back to the tribe.
Wolf Cang gave him a cryptic look, said nothing, and turned to the male beastmen of his tribe, "Get ready, we're going back to the tribe."
The orcs responded and sped up the loading process.
In no time, it was filled to the brim with supplies. A little cat perched on Wolf Cang's head waved its paws, meowing loudly!
"Let's head back to the tribe!"
As soon as Lang Cang returned with the male beastmen, they enjoyed the feeling of being the center of attention. The tribesmen, led by Tu Lin, all looked at them expectantly.
Everyone knew that the clan chief and priests brought pottery to trade. Lin Baiyan didn't keep them in suspense any longer. One by one, the carts behind were lifted up, revealing carts full of animal meat and hides.
Five carts of animal meat, one cart of animal hides.
Upon seeing the supplies, Tu Lin rushed forward without blinking and touched the animal hide on one of the carts.
The animal hides were very well preserved. Tu Lin turned them over one by one, his hands trembling.
By the God of Beasts!
Three pottery pieces were exchanged for so many supplies!
Hey!
The tribespeople were overjoyed to see these supplies!
Looking at the meat on the cart, Tu Lin felt light as a feather.
He patted the dead bull affectionately, "Our tribe will never have to worry about not having food again!"
They could earn enough from pottery alone to eat more food than they could ever finish in their lifetime!
The male beastmen unloaded the animal hides and meat from the cart and piled them into the shape of a small mountain.
This allows for a more direct understanding of the impact from the supply of goods.
Although it wasn't the first time Lin Baiyan had seen these supplies, he was still very happy and followed behind Tu Lin to count them.
An old man and a young boy squatted in front of the cart, chuckling to themselves.