Light and shadow shifted across the screen.
After everything involved in stabilizing the camp, Li Xiang understood one thing especially well.
The strength of just herself, Senku, Kohaku, and a handful of others was nowhere near enough for long-term development.
Li Xiang sought Senku out in private to discuss their next steps.
Senku idly picked at his ear.
"Kukuku, of course I've already figured out how to get them to work for us."
Li Xiang raised an eyebrow and glanced at him, amusement in her eyes. "So, you've got a plan?"
"Division of labor," Senku said confidently, his thinking perfectly clear. "I'll make the food, and you... go make clothes."
Li Xiang nodded slightly, approving the plan. "That should work. Let's do it, then."
The two immediately split up to get to work.
Senku took Kohaku into the mountains to gather wild foxtail grass wherever they found it.
Through the transformative power of science, ordinary weeds would become ingredients for pleasantly chewy ramen, a supreme delicacy sure to amaze this primitive village.
Meanwhile, although Li Xiang was a little better with her hands, her sense of aesthetics looked like it had been run over by a truck...
She could make sturdy clothes, but she couldn't come up with any attractive designs. Who would wear something that looked like a sack?
They would probably-no, definitely-turn their noses up at them.
To complete her task, Li Xiang went straight to Gen.
She threatened him. "Gen, do me a little favor, pretty please."
Gen was speechless...
Whenever she used that tone, it never meant anything good.
Yet he couldn't refuse, either.
In the end, Gen could only reluctantly give in and get dragged into the job.
With Gen's help, the quality of Li Xiang's clothes improved dramatically.
With ramen and clothing as payment,