Hu Sheng was very angry, but after being angry for a while, he drank a few sips of sweet water and continued swinging his hoe.

If he rested now, wouldn’t all his earlier effort have been for nothing?

It was just like hunting—you needed patience and perseverance.

Sigh, in the end, it was still because Tu Zhou was cold-hearted. He had already run out of new words to praise Tu Zhou with, but Tu Zhou had never even given him a good look.

What could he do?

Of course, the only thing left was to work hard.

The other beastmen chatted for a while, then also continued working. Tu Zhou had said that summer was already half over. If they didn’t hurry up and plant the grass seeds, once the weather turned cold, the harvest would definitely be reduced.

Whether or not they could eat their fill in winter depended on this—they had to work hard!

Fan Zhou wasn’t idle either. He was studying how to make sesame oil using a small stone mill. The process wasn’t too complicated: first roast the sesame seeds, then grind them into paste with a stone mill, and then add water.

The oil and water would separate. The water would sink and mix with the paste, while the oil would float to the surface. In the end, they would just need to scoop out the oil bit by bit with a spoon.

He had seen this method online but had never tried it in practice.

The first time he tried it, the fire was too hot, and he over-roasted the sesame seeds. Fortunately, he hadn’t roasted too many, or he would’ve been heartbroken.

The second time, he roasted them slowly over low heat, being extra careful every step of the way. He would rather go slowly than make another mistake.

This time, he successfully made sesame oil.

A full bowl of it, amber in color, with a fragrance strong enough that you could smell it from twenty meters away—of course, that was because beastmen had keen noses.

Fan Zhou immediately made a cold mixed wild vegetable dish. Since Feng Xun didn’t like eating wild vegetables, he added some leftover roasted meat from the morning.

After tasting it, Feng Xun was shocked. Just by adding a bit of sesame oil, the wild vegetables became so delicious that he wanted to eat several big bowls of it.

Unbelievable!

Ying Xiao squatted in the tree sniffing hard. The seeds that only he used to eat were now even more fragrant than meat. If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn’t have believed such a ridiculous thing could happen even if he were beaten to death!

Fan Zhou smiled slightly. He still had his ultimate weapon—and that was sesame paste.

They were having hot pot for lunch today!

However, the paste left over from making sesame oil had a bitter taste and couldn’t be eaten. If they wanted to eat sesame paste, they had to make it fresh.

At noon, the beastmen who had worked hard all morning dragged their heavy steps out of the forest, ready to return to the tribe to eat.

The foraging team had already gone back earlier to prepare lunch.

Just as they reached the foot of the mountain, they smelled a faint fragrance—one they had never smelled before, very alluring. With that fragrance in the air, they felt even hungrier.

They instinctively looked up. That scent must have something to do with Tu Zhou!

But Tu Zhou’s lunch had nothing to do with them. Hungry and exhausted, they entered the tribe.

Huh?

A rich aroma, different from the one before, suddenly filled their noses. They quickly turned toward the source of the smell and saw that it was coming from the tribe’s big stone pots. They rushed over to the pots.

Why did it smell so good?!

Song Li said excitedly, “Tu Zhou came over earlier to teach everyone how to make cold wild vegetable salad. He gave everyone a bowl of sesame oil and sesame paste—it’s super fragrant!”

They followed Fan Zhou’s instructions: first boil some seeds, then mix the boiled seeds with wild vegetables, add salt, add sesame paste, and finally add a few spoonfuls of sesame oil.

As soon as the sesame oil was added, the fragrance scattered everywhere. The fresh green wild vegetables suddenly looked even more tempting than meat.

Fan Zhou had also given them a bowl of fried small fish and shrimp. He poured the fish and shrimp into the pot and mixed them with the wild vegetables—it smelled so good that he couldn’t stop drooling.

The other beastmen were delighted to hear this. Looking at the food in the big stone pots, they saw that every leaf was glistening with oil—it definitely looked more delicious than the usual wild vegetables.

And there were even the little fish and shrimp that Lang Xun usually ate as snacks!

Lang Tian waved the big spoon in his hand and said, “The pot with fish and shrimp—one spoonful per person. The other pots without fish and shrimp—eat as much as you want. Those also have sesame paste and sesame oil, and they taste great.”

The beastmen didn’t doubt Lang Tian’s words at all and hurried back to get their own bowls.

Hu Sheng was holding a few large edible leaves in his hand. He had only made it through the morning thanks to these big leaves.

He immediately raised the leaves in his hand, signaling Niu Shu to serve him some cold wild vegetables. He hadn’t eaten such oily and rich vegetables in a long time—he was drooling.

Holding the large leaves in his hands, he lowered his head and hungrily took a big bite. After chewing, hmm, although there was still a slight bitterness from the grass seeds and wild vegetables, today there was sesame paste, sesame oil, and fried fish and shrimp. The bitterness of the grass seeds and wild vegetables was suppressed.

It was really delicious.

He wolfed it down, finishing the large handful of wild vegetables in just a few bites. Unsatisfied, he rolled up the remaining large leaves and stuffed them into his mouth.

Delicious!

Following Tu Zhou’s lead, there were indeed good things to eat. It was nothing like their tribe leader, where they could go hungry for days!

He glanced at Xing Wei, who was coming out of the communal cave, disdainfully shaking his head. So weak, he only made them look stronger and more capable!

Hu Sheng, having calmed himself down, strode proudly into the communal cave to grab his wooden bowl.

The other beastmen were already lined up in front of the stone pots.

After they tasted the cold wild vegetables, their reaction was the same as Hu Sheng’s—delicious! Satisfying! If every meal was of this standard, they could definitely plant more grass seeds for a few extra days.

After eating, Lang Tian wiped the oil off his mouth and took a step to find Fan Zhou.

Such delicious grass seeds, they should bring all of them back. It was time to send Niu Shan out again. This time, Ying Xiao would lead the way; he needed to give Fan Zhou a heads-up.

“Uh… Isn’t Niu Shan too tired?” Fan Zhou asked somewhat guiltily. He actually wanted Niu Shan to go out again. Niu Shan was tall and could carry more things.

“It’s fine, it’s all the same work anyway,” Lang Tian replied.

“Then let Ying Xiao lead the way. We’ll take the path that Lang Xun walked; Lang Xun dug several caves along the way,” Fan Zhou suggested.

Lang Xun could carve stone with his claws, and every night he slept in a cave he had just dug. With those caves, at least they wouldn’t need to worry about where to sleep at night. Ying Xiao flapped his wings, repeatedly assuring them that he would bring back plenty of sesame seeds.

Earlier during the meal, Fan Zhou had given him a bowl of meat slices mixed with sesame paste, which was so fragrant it nearly made him dizzy. He almost fell into the bowl.

He would be Boss Tu’s little brother forever, always following Boss Tu!

So, after staying in the tribe for just one day, Niu Shan, with his wife Niu Li, left again, carrying a sack.

The Waterfall Tribe was still busy planting grass seeds. Fan Zhou had finished using the sesame brought back by Feng Xun, and then he and Feng Xun went out to hunt.

They couldn’t really have the beastmen who worked hard all day eating wild vegetables for every meal—their bodies wouldn’t be able to take it.

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At the Axe Tribe.

The Tribe Leader Yang Da paced back and forth in the cave, looking anxious.

Why hadn’t he received any news from Xing Wei and the others? It didn’t make sense, Xing Wei was strong. More importantly, the beastmen from the Waterfall Tribe were fools who strictly followed the Ten Commandments of the Beast God and would never harm their own kind.

And with Bao Su, who knew the Waterfall Tribe well, leading the way, even if they couldn’t save Hu Sheng and the others, at least they could escape.

But why hasn’t there been any news yet?

He stroked his beard, puzzled, unable to understand why no one had returned.

Should he send someone to investigate?

But the tribe’s fighting strength was already severely depleted. If he sent more beastmen, the tribe would be left with only the elderly, sick, and weak.

After thinking for a long time, he gritted his teeth—he had to send someone.

But who?

He chuckled to himself.

To avoid exhausting all their resources, Fan Zhou and Feng Xun went hunting far away, far enough that they couldn’t make it back the same day.

This time, Fan Zhou didn’t hide his abilities, so their comfort level during the trip was much improved.

When thirsty, they drank from the spring water.

If it rained, they were shielded by a water bubble, not worrying about getting soaked.

At night, when they slept, the water bubble protected them, keeping them warm and safe from wild beasts.

Feng Xun was both excited and happy. This wasn’t hard hunting—it was like an outing. He and the rabbit were just strolling around, having fun.

Of course, it would be better if they had an assistant. Then they could send the prey back, and he and Tu Zhou could continue playing.

That afternoon, the two of them tracked a nest of snow chickens that had unknowingly run far away.

With their strength, it should have been easy to catch them, but Fan Zhou was still holding onto over a dozen large big-horned beasts. So, they ended up chasing the snow chickens for quite a distance.

There were more than ten snow chickens in the nest, all trapped inside the water bubble. Fan Zhou recalled the water bubble, and it rolled toward him.

Just then, Lang Xun’s figure flashed and drifted to the left ahead. A few seconds later, a wailing voice rang out: “Beast God, have mercy! We didn’t mean to spy, Beast God, please calm down!”

“?”

Fan Zhou looked over.

He saw six beastmen and a little lion kneeling under a large tree about thirty meters away.

The little lion seemed to be scared, sitting there dazed.

The six beastmen were kneeling on the ground, constantly bowing to him.

…

“Who are you?” Lang Xun transformed back into his human form and interrupted their words.

“We are from the Axe Tribe. We were on our way to the Waterfall Tribe when we accidentally ran into the Beast God hunting. We didn’t mean to,” said a delicate-looking female beastman with antlers on her head.

She looked at Fan Zhou as he walked toward her, and on her face was not only reverence but more excitement—she had met the Beast God! It was hard to believe!

“Why were you going to the Waterfall Tribe?” Feng Xun furrowed his brows.

“The tribe leader sent us to investigate the whereabouts of Niu Zhuang, Xing Wei, and the others. He asked us to pretend that we had escaped from the Axe Tribe and were seeking refuge in the Waterfall Tribe. Once we got into the Waterfall Tribe, we were supposed to quietly rescue Niu Zhuang, Xing Wei, and the others,” the female beastman explained.

Fan Zhou: “…”

The tribe leader of the Axe Tribe was quite cunning.

Unfortunately, they were just unlucky to have bumped into him.

Moreover, these beastmen saw his powers and mistakenly took him for the Beast God.

“I’m not the Beast God, but I can take you to the Waterfall Tribe.”

“How are you not the Beast God?”

Luo Hua pointed to the water bubble in Fan Zhou’s hand. Who else but the Beast God could do such a thing?

“I am Tu Zhou.”

Tu, Tu Zhou?!

Luo Hua’s face turned pale in shock. The other five beastmen also looked at him in disbelief. The one in front of them wasn’t the Beast God, it was Tu Zhou? the rabbit who could make salt and hemp cloth?

“Come with us. We happen to need more hands in our tribe,” Fan Zhou said, not paying much attention to their shock. A water whip appeared in his hand, binding the hands of the five beastmen.

Good.

The beastmen in the tribe would have an easier time now.

But this Yang Da, having such cunning plans, really surprised him. To prevent any more mishaps, he might as well go to their door.

Didn’t they want to capture him? Well, now he was coming to them.