Chapter 210 (2/2)

The women and children cheered from joy from successfully making their first batch of pottery.

Nan Xun liked the feeling of inciting everyone in the tribe to feel moved and useful. This way, everyone could contribute to the tribe.

Little Eight was particularly surprised. “I think I may have seen a fake Nan Xun. How did you suddenly become so diligent ah? Shouldn’t you be lying on the skin that A’Mang got for you, basking in the sun eating fruit or something?”

Nan Xun didn’t refute Little Eight’s insinuation about her change, but gently explained, “Because this is A’Mang’s tribe. I have to do more so he can worry less.”

Little Eight said, “Short oil, stop talking. Your making my teeth become sour, really.”

Nan Xun gave a good suggestion. “Little Eight, I think you should do closed door cultivation. This world is full of spiritual energy, it’s a pity to waste it ah.”

Little Eight interrupted, “Do you think Grandpa’s star space is for decoration ah? If the concentration of spiritual energy is higher outside than in the space, the spiritual energy will automatically flow in. Humph, do you think Grandpa is disturbing you, so you can fight your battles privately and won’t be ashamed?”

Nan Xun: …

Little Eight said that, but still did closed door cultivation. He planned to do it between ten days and half a month. After that, he left and went to cultivate.

Moreover, Little Eight really was a credible beast. He said that Nan Xun was taking a vacation, and really let her go on vacation. Even if he discovered that A’Mang was a big villain boss with an evil value of 100, he never mentioned the matter of eliminating his evil value. But this didn’t prevent him from measuring the big boss’s evil value from time to time.

When A’Mang and the men returned with a rich bounty, they saw the scene of young and old people working in the tribe.

The skillful old women were weaving bamboo baskets while the rest were gathered to knead pottery. The children stood by the kiln. Their dark skin was reddish, but their faces were full of excitement and joy.

The men were all stunned.

A little girl happily handed the pottery bowl she made to her A’Da and the man touched her head with joy.1

A’Mang walked up to Nan Xun and looked at her eagerly. “A’Xi, you asked everyone to do this?”

Nan Xun explained, “Today I went out to pick fruit and found clay, then encouraged people to knead pottery. The kilns used to bake the pottery were built by the children while the pottery was made by the women.”

After a pause, she laughed. “A’Mang, we can use pottery to store rice, fruit wine and pickled vegetables. When you’re free, can you knead a large ceramic jar for me? In the future, we will use it to hold water instead of going to the faraway river everyday to get water.”

A’Mang suddenly lifted her from the ground, held her high and said with excitement, “A’Xi, I love you so much! I’ll do what you asked, I’ll knead a large ceramic jar for you!”

Nan Xun held his neck, and said with embarrassment, “It’s getting dark. You come back early tomorrow and help me knead it. Now, let’s invite the tribe to eat barbecue first.”

The joyous tribe set up the bonfire, singing and dancing.

The woman A’Xiang sang and danced the most in the tribe. She was very beautiful. When Nan Xun discovered her winking at A’Mang for the fifth time, she was angry.

Fuck, you already have men, but still covet mine?

Nan Xun jumped to her feet and startled A’Mang, who was roasting the meat. “A’Xi, what’s the matter?”

Nan Xun looked down at him, holding back her anger, and suddenly asked him with a smile, “A’Mang, do you think that A’Xiang dances well?”