Whether these men wear beast hide robes or hemp clothes, whether they are muscular or slim, they are generally over 1.85 meters tall. They also have handsome looks and a naturally distinguished presence. 

Standing together like this, they looked like a group of male models holding a big event—an eye-catching scene for sure. 

With so many of them coming over at once, it was obvious they had something important to discuss with him. 

Wen Ze’s first thought was that news about their beautifully crafted pottery had spread. 

Stepping aside, he gestured toward the straw shelter. “Let’s head over there first.” 

The small straw shelter was naturally too cramped to accommodate so many people. 

Surrounded by the group, Wen Ze could feel their intense gazes on him. He looked at Sang Hui, who was leading the group, and quietly asked, “What’s going on?” 

Sang Hui replied, “We didn’t ask for details. They just said they were looking for you, so we followed along.” 

Wen Ze knew Sang Hui was just worried about him. Feeling grateful, he gave him a quick glance. 

Zhuo Mu was standing closest to him. If one looked closely, they would notice that the man had subtly created a safe space around him. 

His red eyes swept over the crowd as he calmly said, “If I’m not mistaken, you’re here for the weaving method, right?” 

Weaving? Wasn’t it supposed to be pottery? 

A tall, handsome man with black hair and brown eyes, dressed in simple gray hemp clothing, spoke up: 

“Yes. Wen Ze, I’m Luan Xun, the Tribe Leader of the Feathered Fierce Tribe. We heard that you agreed to teach the Snow Sea Tribe how to weave, so we rushed over early in the morning, hoping you’d be willing to teach us too.” 

His deep, magnetic voice carried a respectful tone, but his sharp phoenix eyes revealed his strength. Wen Ze could tell that this man was definitely powerful. 

At this moment, Luan Xun’s expression was urgent, and his tone was sincere. “We also heard that the Snow Sea Tribe promised to let you gather seeds in their territory whenever you want. We can do the same. If you don’t want to go there yourself, we can even collect the seeds and bring them to you.” 

The tribe members who came with him nodded eagerly. 

One of the half-beastmen also added, “Most of the beastmen in our tribe take the form of large birds, so we can fly. That makes it easier for us to search for seeds.” 

Before Wen Ze could respond, people from the Wild Field Tribe and Fierce Wind Tribe also spoke up. 

“Wen Ze, I’m Mo Xing, the Tribe Leader of the Wild Field Tribe. We’re willing to make the same promise if you teach us how to weave!” 

“I’m Kuang Xin, Tribe Leader of the Fierce Wind Tribe. If just letting you gather seeds in our land isn’t enough, we can spread the word and have tribes from even farther away send seeds to you.” 

“If you have any other requests, just let us know.” 

“Yes, as long as it’s not something unreasonable, we’ll do our best to fulfill it.” 

The Tribe Leaders all leaned forward slightly, speaking with genuine sincerity. 

Bai Han, worried that Wen Ze might feel pressured, finally managed to say, “We didn’t call them here. Maybe because the whole tribe was present yesterday, the news spread quickly.” 

After a moment of silence, Chi Yu raised his hand slightly, signaling for everyone to quiet down. 

“Let’s hear Wen Ze’s thoughts.” 

Wen Ze first gave Bai Han a reassuring look, showing that he understood and didn’t blame him. 

Then, he smiled slightly and said to the leader of the Feathered Fierce Tribe and the other tribes, “I understand what you’re asking. Since everyone wants to learn, just pick some people to send over.” 

They were stunned for a moment before breaking into excitement. 

Wen Ze agreed? That’s great! They could learn how to weave too! 

Luan Xun, unable to hide his excitement, said, “Thank you, Wen Ze! You’re starting to teach for the Snow Sea Tribe today, right?” 

Wen Ze nodded. “Yes.” Then he turned to Bai Han. “Are these the first group of people you brought to learn?” 

Bai Han replied, “That’s right. Including me, there are ten of us.” 

Among the Snow Sea Tribe members, Wen Ze spotted a familiar face—Xue Yuan. The two exchanged a smile. 

Xue Yuan couldn’t wait to share, “Wen Ze, we’ve assigned people in the tribe to follow your method. We’ve already sprayed the pearwood forest with the insect-repelling juice, but we’ll have to wait and see if it works.” 

“Oh, and also—” He pointed to the bundle of grass on his back. “Before we set out today, we went to collect the grass you asked for. Take a look and see if it’s enough. If not, we’ll bring more tomorrow.” 

Each of the ten people had a large bundle of barnyard grass strapped to their backs, with damp black soil still clinging to the roots. 

Wen Ze smiled and said, “This should be enough for now, thank you. Set it down over here—it must be heavy.” 

Xue Yuan waved it off. “It’s fine. The beastmen carried them all the way here.” 

Once they had placed the bundles down, Wen Ze turned to Luan Xun and the others, who had been waiting patiently. “Each of your tribes should also select ten people to join today. Weaving fabric isn’t difficult; in two days, they should be able to master it. Then, they can return to your tribes and teach others.” 

Luan Xun and the others quickly agreed. “Alright, I’ll send someone back right away!” 

The assigned Beastmen immediately changed into their beast forms and sprinted off in different directions. 

Wen Ze took note of their forms. The Beastman from the Wild Field Tribe was a massive, swift gray wolf. The one from the Fierce Wind Tribe was a majestic brown lion. The most striking of all was the Beastman from the Feathered Fierce Tribe—he had transformed into a fierce and powerful golden eagle! 

These beastmen were all massive in their beast forms. The gray wolves and lions alone were around ten meters tall. 

What really surprised Wen Ze was the golden eagle—it was nearly ten meters tall when it stood up! Its sharp beak and claws gleamed coldly under the morning sun. 

If prey were caught by those claws, it would probably be torn in half in an instant. 

After a few beastmen left, Luan Xun looked at Wen Ze a little apologetically and said, “I heard you already found two types of seeds in the Snow Sea Tribe. We rushed over this morning, so we only brought a few plants from our territory.” 

Since they didn’t have much, they carried everything in their space. 

In the blink of an eye, Wen Ze saw a pile of freshly dug roots appear on the ground. 

The other two tribe leaders also spoke up. “We brought some things too. See if any of them are what you’re looking for.” 

Wen Ze was intrigued and first checked what the Wild Field Tribe had brought. 

He said, “Considering how rushed things were, it’s already great that you managed to gather wild vegetables and fruits. There’s no hurry with seeds—I can visit your territories later when I have time.” 

Mo Xing quickly nodded, his impression of Wen Ze improving significantly. 

Recently, he had heard a lot about Wen Ze but hadn’t interacted with him personally. 

He thought someone as capable as Wen Ze would be difficult to deal with, but to his surprise, Wen Ze was gentle and kind. 

Wen Ze quickly finished looking through what Mo Xing had brought. Mo Xing licked his lips nervously. “Well? What do you think?” 

“These two are just weeds, and the rest of the wild vegetables already grow in our tribe.” 

“Ah…” Mo Xing looked a little disappointed. 

The items from the Fierce Wind Tribe weren’t what Wen Ze was looking for either. 

With little hope, he finally turned to the pile from the Feathered Fierce Tribe. He reached out his slender fingers and went through the roots. 

Huh? 

At the bottom of the pile, a dusty, palm-sized root caught his attention. 

Wen Ze quickly dug it out, rubbed off the dirt, and saw some tiny, familiar black specks on its surface! 

Bringing it to his nose, he took a sniff. The raw, slightly bitter scent made his eyes light up. 

He was almost certain—this was a potato! 

“Zhuo Mu!” Wen Ze asked excitedly, “Is there still fire in the stove?” 

Zhuo Mu replied, “Yes.” 

“Hold on, let me check…” Wen Ze went through the pile of roots and found two more that looked the same. He picked them up and stood. “Help me bury these in the fire!” 

Zhuo Mu guessed that this might be what Wen Ze was looking for. “Alright.” 

After handing them over, Wen Ze stood up and turned to Luan Xun. “Where did you find these roots?” 

“Let me ask.” 

A tall, slender half-beastman with delicate features quickly stepped forward. 

He answered shyly, “Wen Ze, my name is Yu Qiao. I found these roots in a low-lying area to the west of our territory. We call them ‘earth balls.'” 

Wen Ze chuckled. Earth balls—that was actually a quite fitting name. 

“This is most likely the potato I’ve been looking for.” He asked, “Were they only this small when you dug them up?” 

Yu Qiao explained in detail, “Yes, they don’t grow any bigger than this. There aren’t that many of them, either. The taste is okay, but since they’re so small, people in the tribe don’t really bother digging them up.” 

Wen Ze frowned. 

That didn’t seem right. The potatoes he had seen in his past life were much bigger. There was no reason for them to grow so small in this world. 

Was it a problem with the variety? Or was it the growing environment? 

He figured it was the latter. 

“In a few days, I’ll visit your tribe. You can take me to dig some up,” Wen Ze said. 

Luan Xun and Yu Qiao answered at the same time, “Alright!” 

The people from the Wild Field and Fierce Wind tribes looked on with envy. 

Sigh, if only they had also brought seeds that Wen Ze needed! 

They were determined to search harder from now on. They couldn’t afford to fall behind! 

Since the roasted potatoes would take time, Wen Ze told everyone, “Wait for me to tidy up a bit, then I’ll start teaching the people from the Snow Sea Tribe. As for Feathered Fierce, Wild Field, and Fierce Wind, since not all of your members are here yet, just listen in for now. Once everyone arrives, I’ll go over everything again from the beginning.” 

No one had any objections. 

“As for Leader Chi Yu…” Wen Ze had been meaning to ask, “They came to learn weaving from me, but what about you and Huo Lan? Are you here for something else?” 

Chi Yu grinned. “We were worried you’d be too busy, so we came to help. And we didn’t come empty-handed—we brought all the knives from our tribe.” 

Wen Ze chuckled. “You really came prepared.” 

Perhaps feeling that Chi Yu hadn’t gotten to the point, Huo Lan impatiently added, “We also heard that your tribe has already fired pottery twice! We want to see how it turned out.” 

Wen Ze had been waiting for this! 

A spark of excitement flashed in his sharp black eyes as he said, “Perfect timing. I was just about to use the new pottery. Come take a look.” 

Luan Xun quickly stepped forward. “Wen Ze, can we see it too?” 

“Of course.” 

Before long, Wen Ze carried out a clean, sun-dried ceramic jar used for pickling. 

The moment everyone saw its red-and-blue glaze shimmering with tiny specks of light, they were completely stunned! 

The people from the Snow Sea Tribe gasped in amazement: 

“Beast God, what kind of glaze is this? It’s so beautiful!” 

“The surface is so smooth! It looks like it’s coated in honey!” 

“This is incredible! You actually managed to fire such high-quality pottery?!” 

“Even the jar’s opening has a unique shape!” 

Chi Yu and Huo Lan exchanged glances, both seeing the shock in each other’s eyes. 

The South Mountain Tribe had learned kiln-building from them, yet somehow, they had managed to fire pottery that was even better than theirs! 

Chi Yu, itching with curiosity, blurted out, “Wen Ze, did you use a new glaze?” 

Their eager expressions filled Wen Ze with immense satisfaction. 

He grinned and said, “Nope, the materials are the same as before.” 

Sang Hui, Wu Ye, and the others, who hadn’t left yet, nodded with pleased expressions. “Wen Ze’s right.” 

Huo Lan rushed over to Wen Ze, his eyes glued to the jar. Swallowing hard, he asked eagerly, 

“Then what made it like this?” 

Wen Ze blinked. “Secret.” 

Including Huo Lan, everyone looked a bit disappointed. 

But they all understood—such a great method was surely a closely guarded secret of the South Mountain tribe and wouldn’t be shared with outsiders. 

“What are you putting inside? Need a hand?” Huo Lan asked. 

“Sure.” Wen Ze brought out another regular clay jar, which was already filled with osmanthus honey. 

As Huo Lan held the new jar for him, he couldn’t help but run his fingers over it a few times and even gave it a light tap. 

The texture didn’t seem any better than the pottery made in their tribe, but the color—this color was so much more beautiful! 

If he could have a jar like this, he would be beyond happy! 

Wen Ze poured the osmanthus honey into the new jar, then filled the groove around the rim with water before placing a suitable clay bowl over it. 

“That’s it. With the water seal, air won’t get in, and the honey will stay fresh for a long time.” 

Everyone was amazed by how practical the jar was. 

“Wow, whoever came up with this is a genius!” 

“This is so useful! We have to start making these too!” 

Wen Ze added, “Besides honey, you can also use it to pickle wild vegetables and store them for later.” 

Huo Lan’s eyes widened; his tone filled with disbelief: “You’re really putting wild vegetables in such a beautiful clay jar?!” 

Wen Ze chuckled. “We made it specifically for pickling. Since it’s done, we might as well use it.” 

To him, the color didn’t really matter. 

But to these beastmen and half-beastmen, who had never seen such vibrant and unique colors before, it felt like an absolute waste. 

Seeing the perfect opportunity, Sang Hui stepped up and enthusiastically promoted their tribe’s newly fired pottery. 

“We still have some of these colorful clay pots left. If you want one, you can exchange supplies with us. Who knows when we’ll fire another batch?” 

Wen Ze cautiously added, “And even if we do, we might not get the exact same colors again.” 

Hearing this, everyone grew anxious. 

“How many supplies do you need?” 

“Are there any other pottery items besides the jars?” 

“Do you have pottery basins?” 

Sang Hui nodded. “We’ve got basins, bowls, pots, and even spoons.” 

As for the supplies, they were asking for even more than the Rainbow Sun Tribe! 

Chi Yu got a little anxious. “But your pottery quality looks about the same as what our tribe makes, so why do you want so many supplies?” 

Sang Hui’s eyes curved into a smile. “Because ours looks better.” 

“Who would spend so much more just because it looks good…” 

Before he could finish, Huo Lan nudged his arm. 

“Leader,” Huo Lan whispered, “I didn’t bring enough supplies today. Do you have any? Lend me some, I want to exchange for a bowl.” 

Chi Yu: “…” 

Oh, so now you remember I’m your leader? 

“Well? Do you have any?” Huo Lan urged. 

“…Yes.” 

Tribe leaders like Bai Han and Mo Xing weren’t short on supplies either. 

On one hand, they were genuinely interested in the pottery. On the other hand, they wanted to show goodwill toward the South Mountain Tribe. 

So, everyone silently “ignored” what Chi Yu said and told Sang Hui they wanted to exchange for pottery. 

Sang Hui smiled. “Alright, follow me later, and you can pick one out.” 

Chi Yu took a deep breath to keep his expression in check. 

Since when had the Rainbow Sun Tribe ever been outdone when it came to pottery?! 

Had Bai Han, Luan Xun, and the others forgotten how they used to fight over their tribe’s pottery? 

Chi Yu felt a bit frustrated but had to admit that sometimes, just a little improvement, just a slight rarity, was enough to leave competitors behind. 

He glanced at Wen Ze, who was grinning brightly, then after a few seconds of silence, he admitted defeat. “I’ll take a pottery jar like Wen Ze’s too.” 

Soon, Sang Hui and Wu Ye led Chi Yu and the others away. 

Bai Han and the rest were still focused on the weaving method and said they’d come over at noon. 

Zhuo Mu glanced at the sky and said to Wen Ze, “I’m heading out to hunt now.” 

Wen Ze nodded. “Mm, be careful. If you come across a black-armored beast, bring one back for me. I’ll make some fish balls.” 

Zhuo Mu chuckled. “Got it.” 

After he left, Wen Ze led everyone to plant the barnyard grass. 

This plant was tough and could survive anywhere. Just dig a small hole, pour some water, and that was it. 

When he got back, Wen Ze caught a whiff of the delicious smell of roasted potatoes. 

He walked over and dug out the charred potatoes from the ashes. 

The slightly bigger one, he left on the stove for Zhuo Mu. As for the other two, he handed one to himself and the other to Yin He. 

Before eating, he turned to Bai Han and the others and said, “I won’t be sharing this time.” 

Everyone quickly waved their hands. “Go ahead and eat. We’re good.” 

Yu Qiao, a half-beastman from the Feathered Fierce Tribe, felt a bit embarrassed. “I should’ve dug up more.” 

Wen Ze shook his hand, signaling him not to worry about it. 

Peeling off the potato skin revealed a warm, creamy yellow inside, giving off a rich and irresistible aroma. 

His mouth watered. He quickly blew on it and took a bite. 

Mmm! This tasted amazing! 

Even though the potato was small, there wasn’t a single fiber or tough part. The texture was fluffy and smooth, melting instantly under the slightest pressure from his tongue. 

There wasn’t even any salt—just the pure, natural flavor. It was absolutely delicious. 

Honestly, after eating so many tough, fibrous root stalks since coming to this world, finally having a potato was enough to bring him to tears. 

He swore he would dig up some potatoes and plant them himself—lots and lots of them! 

Yin He finished his portion in just a few bites, then licked his lips, still craving more. 

“Brother, now I get why you were looking for these. They taste way better than other root crops!” 

Looking like a total potato fanatic, he asked eagerly, “Next time, when you go to the Feathered Fierce Tribe to dig up more, can you take me with you?” 

Wen Ze immediately agreed. “Sure!” 

Yin He cheered, “Yes!” 

Wen Ze ruffled his fluffy hair. “Go play for a bit. I’m going to teach them how to weave. Call me if you need anything.” 

“Okay, okay! I’ll check on the smoked meat!” 

After eating that potato, Wen Ze felt extra energized for the whole day. 

He officially started teaching the Snow Sea Tribe how to weave, while people from the Feathered Fierce Tribe, Wild Field Tribe, and Fierce Wind Tribe sat in to observe. 

Following the same steps as before, he was already very familiar with the process. 

Everyone listened carefully, occasionally letting out amazed gasps. 

By late morning, more people from the Feathered Fierce, Wild Field, and Fierce Wind Tribes arrived, and Wen Ze patiently taught them as well. 

Seeing the Snow Sea Tribe already weaving so skillfully, the newcomers couldn’t help but envy them. 

“They’ve only been learning since this morning, and they’re already this good?” 

Wen Ze reassured them, “Don’t worry. You’ll be just as good soon.” 

Aside from the weaving frame, everyone was also impressed by the spinning wheel praising how useful it was. 

Even though Huo Lan and Chi Yu already knew how to weave, they still sat in with great interest. 

Hearing the others compliment the spinning wheel, they proudly said, “Wen Ze led our tribe in making these! Now, we never run out of hemp fabric or thread.” 

Since weaving was such an important skill, the tribal leaders stayed behind to observe. 

Kuang Xin, the leader of the Fierce Wind Tribe, laughed and teased, “Alright, alright, we get it! How many more times are you going to brag? If Wen Ze had chosen our tribe, we could’ve made a spinning wheel too!” 

Chi Yu grinned. “True, the credit goes to Wen Ze. But in the end, he picked us, not you.” 

Kuang Xin’s eyes widened. “Chi Yu, you sly fox!” 

Chi Yu smirked. “What’s the matter, big lion?” 

Wen Ze could only chuckle helplessly. He was starting to feel like… a zookeeper. 

Seeing that their bickering was about to continue, he quickly cut in, “That’s not exactly fair to say. The metal tools from the Rainbow Sun Tribe were crucial. Without them, it would’ve been really hard to make precise parts.” 

Chi Yu shook his head and said seriously, “If you set your mind to it and put in the time, it can be done.” 

To them, having Wen Ze’s guidance was already a huge stroke of luck. 

Wen Ze just smiled and changed the topic. 

As they chatted and wove cloth, he occasionally joined the conversation while keeping his eyes on the weaving frame. 

Maybe it was the potato, but his mind felt sharper than ever today. A few ideas for improving the weaving frame suddenly popped into his head. 

The people who came to learn were all pretty smart. In just two or three hours, they were already weaving decently well. 

Someone sighed and said, “Cloth is really useful. Now that we have plenty of hemp thread, if only we could weave faster, that would be great.” 

“Yes, and it would be even better if we could make wider fabric. That way, when I use it to cover animal hides, I wouldn’t have to stitch multiple pieces together.” 

“Maybe we’ll be able to do that in the future.” 

Wen Ze suddenly stood up. 

Everyone looked at him, surprised by his serious expression. “What’s wrong? Did we say something wrong?” 

Wen Ze shook his head. “No, I just think we shouldn’t wait for the future. Why not improve the weaving frame today? What do you think?” 

The crowd widened their eyes in shock. “Improve it? How is it going to be different from the weaving frame that we have now?” 

“Is it like a spinning wheel? Just give it a spin, and the fabric comes out?” 

Wen Ze chuckled. “It’s not that simple. The basic process stays the same. But the problem with the weaving frame is that it relies too much on people. Getting up and sitting back down is a hassle, and sitting for too long is tough on the back.” 

“I want to change it into a fully wooden frame so people can step away from it anytime. But I’m not sure if I can make it work—it’ll probably take a few failed attempts. Are you all willing to try with me?” 

After a brief silence, the crowd erupted with excitement. 

“Of course! We’ll try as many times as it takes!” 

“We’re not afraid of failure! As long as you guide us, we’re in!” 

“Wen Ze, I support you with both hands and feet!” 

The one who said this was a half-beastman from the Feathered Fierce Tribe. 

He even took off his shoes, revealing a pair of bird claws! 

Wen Ze was stunned for a moment, then laughed so hard his stomach hurt. 

Why take off your shoes just to make a point?! 

As he laughed, his eyes landed on those sharp, gleaming claws, and a sudden idea struck him. 

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