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Jian Mo looked at the group of children. The little ones seemed to have changed, yet they seemed unchanged. They were no longer the same people, but their actions remained just as earnest, obedient, and focused.

This is probably the legacy of the beastmen.

The little ones, unaware of what Jian Mo was thinking, chattered happily as they scooped up the Pearl Algae.

The white wolf Zhou Fu beside him looked longingly at the Pearl Algae and asked Jian Mo, "Jian Mo, can we put honey and jam in today's jelly?"

Jian Mo: "Of course, I've also prepared berries and Pack-Pack Beast milk, which we can put in later."

Zhou Fu his hand and cheered, "Great! I want to eat twenty!"

Little Chubby Di Qiu squeezed in. "I want twenty too!"

The Banjiu looked up and asked, "So much food, can you finish it all?"

The chubby little bird stood in the water, hands on its hips, and said, "Haha, you underestimate me! I'm famous for my huge appetite!"

Zhou Dao glanced at the chubby little bird and said in a silly tone, "Then I want to eat thirty. Di Qiu, you'll be in my group later, so we can make more."

Little Chubby looked left and then right, finally reluctant to part with his friend Mingyin, and said, "Never mind, my father said that eating too much will make me too fat and I won't grow up, so he told me to eat less."

As he spoke, the chubby little bird sighed, clearly a bit disappointed.

Jian Mo smiled and patted the guy's head.

The cubs are very well-behaved, and the tribe is very safe; Jian Mo hardly needs to manage them.

After harvesting the Pearl Algae, the little ones lined up and followed Jian Mo to his yard to make jelly.

The available orcs from the tribe came to help, and the materials are already prepared.

Making jelly wasn't difficult, and the kids did a great job.

As evening fell, the children took the jelly wrapped in leaves, said goodbye to Jian Mo and the others, climbed onto the backs of the people from their respective tribes who had come to pick them up after school, and happily went back to their tribes.

Giant panda Mo A also came down the mountain to pick up the baby panda and the little fat bird.

The two little ones skillfully climbed onto the giant panda's back. The chubby little bird even turned around enthusiastically to greet Jian Mo, "Jian Mo, we're going back now. We'll come find you again at the Hunting Gathering."

Jian Mo waved and smiled, "Okay, see you in a few days."

The little panda waved its paw shyly at Jian Mo, Mo A nodded to Jian Mo and quickly ran away.

After seeing the little ones off, Jian Mo cleaned the yard, then prepared food for Jiujiu and Ying'ao, and made dinner.

Today, Wu Jiong had something to discuss with the chieftains of other tribes and wouldn't be back for dinner. He ate his meal alone, washed up, and then went upstairs to wait.

As darkness fell, the streetlights in the village came on.

This is an oil lamp made of animal fat and grass stems, covered with a glass dome.

With streetlights, patrols have become much easier, and the villages with lights on are now safer.

Their tribe has a long history of hunting, and some of the animal fat they use has a particularly strong odor that makes it unsuitable for consumption. However, it is perfect for making lamp oil, so nothing is wasted.

Jian Mo glanced at the streetlights outside the window, then lit one herself and began writing her recent thoughts under the oil lamp.

He used a charcoal pencil, so he wrote relatively slowly.

Before I could finish writing my reflections, Wu Jiong returned, enveloped in the chill of early autumn.

After returning, Wu Jiong went upstairs first and came over to kiss Jian Mo.

Jian Mo smiled and grabbed his wrist, "Have you reached a decision on the Hunting Gathering? Which tribe will it be held in this year?"

Wu Jiong: "The Ice River Tribe has decided to take turns hosting the Hunting Gathering, with the order determined by drawing lots each year. Until the rotation is completed, tribes that have already hosted Hunting Gathering will not participate in the lottery."

Jian Mo agreed, "This is a good method, quite fair."

Wu Jiong: "Yes, if this were a few years ago, I never imagined we'd be able to sit down and talk things out so calmly."

Jian Mo looked up into his eyes, a smile appearing in them, "We have a saying where I'm from, 'When the granaries are full, people know etiquette.' When people have less pressure to survive, they naturally become more friendly."

Wu Jiong: "It's really good now."

Jian Mo: "I think so too. I like how the tribes are now. Go wash up, let's go to bed early tonight."

Wu Jiong lowered his head and kissed Jian Mo's hair. "Okay, I'll be up soon."

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