Although Wen Ze was also a half-beastman, the sight of so many beast-like eyes on him made his back tense up without him thinking about it. 

He blinked slowly and, feeling unsure, asked, “Wh-what’s going on?” 

Zhuo Mu walked to his side and, with his deep, magnetic voice, asked, “Have you counted them?” 

With him there, it felt as if the gazes of the others were blocked out, and Wen Ze relaxed slightly. 

“Yes.” 

Sang Hui showed a look of understanding and said, “Right, you were just arranging the pottery now.” 

Wen Ze couldn’t explain what a “multiplication table” was, so he just went along with what he said. 

After a while, others also counted the pottery, with some saying 288, others saying 283, and some even saying 292. 

Chi Yu listened to the numbers and said seriously, “Has anyone else counted? I also get 289.” 

Zhuo Mu calmly said, “I got the same.” 

Chi Yu replied, “Let me count again.” 

Zhuo Mu’s expression remained calm, and he did not make any more movements. 

In the end, it was confirmed that there were two hundred and eighty-nine pieces of fired pottery in this batch. 

Chi Yu grinned and said, “I knew Wen Ze wouldn’t get it wrong. How many pieces did we bring into the kiln?” 

A half-beastman answered, “A total of 365 pieces.” 

Wen Ze calculated the losses, which were quite significant, and his heart sank a little. He felt a bit embarrassed to look at Chi Yu and the others. 

To his surprise, Chi Yu laughed heartily and said, “Good, good! That’s great!” 

Huh? Great? What’s so great about it? 

Chi Yu looked at Wen Ze and immediately noticed his confusion. He quickly explained, “Previously, with that amount going into the kiln, the most we could get was 260 finished pieces. This time, we got almost 30 more!” 

“If it was just a difference of two or three, we wouldn’t be able to tell anything. But since the materials and the firewood used were the same as before, the thirty-piece difference shows that the quality of this batch of pottery has improved!” 

He happily said, “Wen Ze, your suggestion really worked! On behalf of the Rainbow Sun Tribe, thank you so much! You’ll always be a great friend of the Rainbow Sun Tribe!” 

Wen Ze was stunned. 

The success rate improved?! Just because of something he casually mentioned? 

His heart was pounding, and he couldn’t help but smile along with them. 

He was well aware of how popular the pottery of the Rainbow Sun Tribe was. 

Even a slight improvement in the success rate could accumulate into a significant profit over time. 

It wasn’t just Chi Yu; by looking at the reactions of the others from the Rainbow Sun Tribe, Wen Ze could feel their excitement too! 

Finally feeling relieved, Wen Ze smiled and said, “I’m glad I could help.” 

Chi Yu smiled, his fox-like eyes squinting happily. “You really helped a lot!” 

Everyone was so excited that they completely forgot to check the pottery and gathered around Wen Ze, their eyes sparkling as if he were some kind of hero. 

“I knew something was different with the kiln this time; turns out it’s all thanks to you, Wen Ze!” 

“I just checked the pottery pieces I made. In the past, if I had six or seven left over, that was already impressive. This time, I ended up with ten! I can exchange them for so many supplies! Wen Ze, thank you so much! Really, thank you!” 

“Beast God, you taught us how to weave and helped us improve the kiln! We don’t even know how to thank you!” 

“I’m so happy! How about you take half of my pottery as well?” 

Wen Ze felt overwhelmed by their enthusiasm and tried to step back, but with people behind him, he had nowhere to go. 

There was only a small space around the tall and strong Zhuo Mu. 

So, he moved a little closer to Zhuo Mu and, feeling somewhat embarrassed, waved his hands. “Please don’t say that. I haven’t done anything special. As for the pottery, I already have enough, so there’s no need for more.” 

This time, he truly felt the effort and resources involved in firing pottery. 

How could he just talk a little and take other people’s hard work? 

Someone excitedly waved their arms, almost hitting Wen Ze, but Zhuo Mu raised his hand to block it. 

With his sharp features, serious expression, and imposing aura, he carried an air of authority. From his hair to his feet, everything about him made it clear that he wasn’t someone easy to deal with. 

His red eyes were starting to show a tendency to turn into vertical slits. 

When he gave them a cold, displeased glance, everyone’s minds quickly calmed down, and they subconsciously took a couple of steps back. 

Only then did Wen Ze get a moment to breathe, letting out a long sigh and wiping the sweat from his forehead. 

Seeing this, Chi Yu quickly pushed his way through the crowd and walked over. Speaking in a soft tone, he told Wen Ze, “Their beast forms are like cats and dogs. They’re a bit unsteady, but they mean no harm. So, don’t take it to heart.” 

Wen Ze smiled. “I’m fine, I know everyone’s just happy.” 

Chi Yu nodded. “Hmm. It’s getting late, and the light isn’t good. Let’s check the pottery more carefully tomorrow. I’ll take you to rest.” 

Wen Ze replied, “Sorry to trouble you, Leader Chi Yu.” 

Chi Yu smiled, “No need to be so polite.” 

The others still wanted to say something to Wen Ze, but with one look from Chi Yu, they fell silent. 

The South Mountain Tribe was right next to them, and since Wen Ze wasn’t going anywhere, there was no need to rush. 

As for the gift for Wen Ze, he would think about it carefully and seriously. 

The success of the pottery firing allowed Wen Ze to sleep soundly. 

The next morning, after tidying up, he went to the cave outside Chi Yu. 

“You’re here? Come take a look at your pottery,” Chi Yu waved at him. 

All his pottery had been moved over and was neatly arranged. 

There were jars, pots, and bowls, as well as plates and other utensils. 

Out of the 43 pieces that went into the kiln, 34 came out perfect, while three had slight chips, but they were still usable, so he decided to take them all with him. 

With so many pottery pieces, Wen Ze had to hold back from shouting in excitement. 

Including the two pieces he originally had, he now had thirty-nine “family treasures”! Hahaha! 

He quickly walked through the pottery, sometimes picking one up to take a look and lightly tapping it with his hand. 

The crisp sound that echoed in his ears was like music to his soul. 

“The firing is really good, so much better than the batch you did before,” Wen Ze said. 

Chi Yu laughed, “It’s not just better, I went over to take a close look as soon as the sun came up. Although the difference is small, it’s still better than what we fired before. Once we fix up that hole, maybe we can improve it even more!” 

Wen Ze nodded and said, “I hope you can make even better pottery.” 

“Hahaha, with you saying that, we’ll definitely succeed!” 

Just as they were talking, Yi Yan and the others arrived. 

They first thanked Chi Yu on behalf of the South Mountain Tribe, then mentioned that they would be heading back today. 

Chi Yu asked, “What about Wen Ze and Zhuo Mu?” 

Yi Yan replied, “Let them stay here for another day. Once everything’s good on your end, they can leave.” 

Chi Yu nodded, “Alright.” 

Originally, Chi Yu wanted to have the patrolling beastmen escort them, but Yi Yan waved his hands. “It’s not like we don’t know the way. There’s no need to see us off.” 

Before leaving, he reminded Zhuo Mu to take good care of Wen Ze and even divided Wen Ze’s pottery among them, storing them in their space to help carry them back to the tribe. 

Wen Ze thanked them and walked with them for a while. 

Although it had only been three days, as he watched everyone’s figures fade into the distance, he couldn’t help but feel a bit homesick. 

It’s fine, he reassured himself. He’d be going back tomorrow. 

In the morning, Zhuo Mu didn’t go hunting and stayed with Wen Ze, watching him teach the people of the Rainbow Sun Tribe how to weave. 

Although many had already learned, they still came to the open space to work, wanting to spend more time with Wen Ze. 

Wen Ze noticed that several people, with dark circles under their eyes, were sitting on the ground, holding spinning wheels, and spinning thread in a mechanical manner. 

He asked, “Have you run out of thread?” 

“Yawn…” a half-beastman sleepily answered, “Yes, I spent all last night weaving cloth with my partner and used up all the thread I had prepared.” 

Someone nearby added, “Same here, we just cut the hemp fresh from the field.” 

Wen Ze sighed, “Aren’t you tired from staying up late working?” 

Everyone gave an awkward laugh. “Well, we just want to get the hemp clothes done sooner.” 

Wen Ze remembered that when the people of the South Mountain Tribe first started weaving, they worked day and night as well. He shook his head and didn’t say anything. 

He looked around, thinking about something else. 

Seeing him silent, Zhuo Mu walked over and softly asked, “Is something wrong?” 

Wen Ze looked at him. “I want to make a batch of tools.” 

“Tools for weaving?” 

“Actually, it’s for spinning thread. You can use a spindle too, but it’s not as efficient… it takes up more time and energy.” 

Chi Yu, who hadn’t gone hunting, was paying close attention and listening in on their conversation. 

He immediately expressed his full support. “Wen Ze, what kind of tools do you want to make? Let me help you!” 

He still remembered Wen Ze saying he would be responsible for ‘after-sales’. 

As soon as Chi Yu spoke, other half-beastmen quickly responded, “I can help too!” 

“Me too!” 

Wen Ze raised his hand to calm everyone down, signaling them not to rush. 

“What I want to make is a spinning wheel. It can spin thread faster and better than a spindle. You have tools like axes in your tribe, so it shouldn’t be too hard to make.” 

“Ah…” Huo Lan’s face showed hesitation. “It sounds like a great thing. How about we prepare the materials for you, and you can go back to your own cave to make it?” 

Although they couldn’t be part of the making process, they all understood the principle of “keeping good things a secret,” so they wouldn’t shamelessly try to learn Wen Ze’s technique. 

To their surprise, Wen Ze smiled and said, “No need to avoid it, just come and help me out.” 

What he planned to make was a simple wooden spinning wheel he had seen back in the countryside when he was young. 

At that time, his grandmother had even sung him a nursery rhyme about the spinning wheel: “A tree with sixteen branches, rolling, flipping, pulling vines, and bearing fruit.” 

Most of the older generation in the village had seen and used that kind of spinning wheel. But by his generation, it was already outdated. 

With not much to do in the village, he would often take the old spinning wheel apart and put it back together, swinging the frame with great energy. 

Although many years had passed and his memory was a bit blurry, he had a general idea and was confident he could make it. 

Back in the South Mountain Tribe, not only did he not have the time, but he also lacked the tools needed. 

Now that everything was ready, why not make it? 

Since the structure of the spinning wheel was simple, everyone would understand it after taking it apart once, so there was no need to hide it. 

However, if it were a large weaving tool, it would make sense to hide it. 

That being said, large weaving tools were also something he couldn’t figure out right away. 

Lost in thought, Wen Ze realized that the surroundings had gone silent. 

He glanced around at faces that looked either shocked or dazed, and uncertainly asked, “Don’t you want to make it anymore?” 

Huo Lan gasped. Although he found his voice again, it was still trembling. 

“No, no, it’s not that! Of course, we want to! It’s just… it’s such a great thing, and you’re actually willing to let us help you…” His eyes reddened. You’re too good to us.” 

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