When Ji Nuan and his companions returned to the tribe, it was already dark. The tribesmen were anxiously waiting on the city wall, because Xiu Yan and his beasts had never been out hunting so late before.

Chief Ge Xing came forward with a few beastmen and took over the beasts they were carrying. Qi Mo, Xiao Pipi and a few other females also surrounded Ji Nuan and asked her questions, their concern evident in their words.

Feeling everyone's concern, Ji Nuan felt very warm in her heart: "It's okay, it's okay. When we were preparing to return, we met Yingda from the Dashi Tribe and helped him hunt a snake beast, so we were a little late."

When the other beastmen who could not lie heard Ji Nuan say this, they nodded their heads immediately, their expressions were very serious. What Ji Nuan said was true, and the beastmen did not lie.

Seeing that the beasts were fine, the tribesmen dispersed to prepare dinner.

Several females from Geye rummaged through the basket that Ji Nuan and his friends brought back, and their eyes widened when they saw some wilted seedlings inside.

"An Nuan, are these the seedlings of the crispy sweet fruit?" There was an indescribable excitement in Ge Ye's voice. She loved eating crispy sweet fruit the most.

Ji Nuan nodded: "That should be correct. The beasts of the Grizzly Bear Tribe treasure these seedlings very much. The weeds and trees around the seedlings have been cleared away."

Qimo and Xiaopipi also looked at these drooping seedlings eagerly and swallowed their saliva. Although they had only eaten the crispy and sweet fruit a few times, the taste was deeply engraved in their stomachs and hearts.

Little Pipi took out a handful of seedlings from the basket: "Ah Nuan, these seedlings are a little wilted, will they die?"

Ji Nuan slapped her forehead, cursing herself for being such a fool for forgetting such an important thing.

He quickly asked, "Have you finished turning the soil as I told you to do yesterday? We need to plant these seedlings now, otherwise they will die."

Upon hearing this, the few young females quickly made way and let the beastmen carry the basket on their backs.

Qimo led the way: "We turned the land over early this morning, with the help of a few pangolin beastmen, so we can't go too fast."

Ji Nuan raised her eyebrows. This was really convenient. When she left in the morning, she was still worried that the tool in the tribe would not be handy.

Several beasts worked together to plant the wilted seedlings in the ground, and then carried water to water them.

After a busy day, all the animals were sweating, but when they saw the rows of seedlings in the light of the fire, their hearts were filled with joy.

If these small seedlings can grow up, the Watson tribe will be able to have crispy and sweet fruits to eat.

"Ji Nuan, have you finished planting? The food is ready. Wash your hands and come over to have dinner!" Ge Rou's voice rang out from the campfire in front.

Ji Nuan and the other beasts smiled at each other and said loudly, "Now that we have planted the crops, we can wash our hands now."

Then he ran to the river, chirping, washed the dirt off his hands, and ran to the fire with his dry belly in his arms.

Ge Rou made purple fruit rice and fried pork slices. The fragrant fried pork slices were poured over the rice with rich soup. Ji Nuan couldn't help swallowing her saliva. It smelled so good!

Not to mention the other beastmen, who immediately started to wolf down their dinner, waving their chopsticks in their hands. The amount of food in the large porcelain bowl was decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

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