Suddenly, a painful scream came from behind.

He turned his head and saw Qingshan clutching his head, in great pain.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Aoyama winced in pain: "You hit me with your rock."

Upon hearing the sound, You Ran quickly crouched down to check and saw that Luo Bai's stone hammer had been reduced to a wooden stick, and the stone was right at the foot of the green mountain.

This is clearly the result of not tying it properly.

He said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Qingshan, I didn't tie it tightly enough."

After a while, Qingshan rubbed his head and finally calmed down.

"Luckily the stone wasn't big, otherwise I would have bled today."

Worried, Xiaomei quickly jumped into the pit, pulled his head over, and parted his hair to check.

There wasn't a single scratch, not even a red mark.

She rolled her eyes at him disdainfully: "You didn't even break the skin, yet you yelled so loudly, making me worry for nothing!"

Luo Bai picked up the stone from the ground and tied it up himself: "This time it won't happen again."

Qingshan worked alongside him to avoid getting hit again. Although there was no cut or bleeding, it really hurt.

Soon, a two-meter-deep pit was completed and sealed with mud.

The four of them worked together and finished before it got dark in the afternoon.

You Ran wiped the sweat from her face: "Okay, it'll be ready to use in a few days once it dries."

Ah~

"How many more days?"

Xiaomei sighed; she couldn't wait any longer.

You Ran smiled and said, "We can still make adobe bricks, no rush."

Pottery making is inherently a time-consuming and laborious task; it can't be done so quickly.

"Let's go wash up in the river, then we'll head back!"

All four of them were covered in mud; they would be embarrassed to enter the tribe without washing themselves.

However, as soon as the four of them reached the riverbank, they saw the chieftain chatting and laughing with a group of unfamiliar orcs.

The four of them walked over casually, heading towards You Ran and the others.