The vicious female Ye Youcha, who is in Shura Field every day

Chapter 375 Silkworms
Soon, Ye Ling and the others had finished counting the number of blue bricks and the number of tiles needed.

Everything is done according to the standards.

Among them, the Leopard Tribe and the Mad Lion Tribe have the largest populations and require the most.

The rabbit tribe has a population of less than three hundred, and therefore requires the fewest people.

Su Xiyue glanced at it carefully and thought it was fine, so she asked Mo Lin to bring her a charcoal pencil and animal hide. She wrote down the contract on the spot: "Start firing after the snow season ends, and deliver the goods before the spring equinox at the latest."

No deposit was asked. Orcs are very trustworthy and generally won't go back on their word unless there are special circumstances.

The elder of the cattle tribe looked at the contract in his hand and carefully put it away.

Realizing they didn't know how to build houses, he nervously began, "Miss Su, we know absolutely nothing about building houses, so could you perhaps..."

Before she could finish speaking, all the other elders present turned to look at Su Xiyue, and chimed in with their own opinions:

"Yes, Miss Su, we don't know how to build houses. Should we send orcs over to learn beforehand, or what?"

Listening to the concerns raised by the tribal elders, she smiled faintly and said, "Don't worry, everyone. After spring, our Wolf Tribe will send experienced orcs to your tribe's settlement to provide on-site guidance for building houses. We'll teach you everything you need to know until the houses are finished."

These words were like a reassuring pill, and the elders present instantly beamed with joy, their last remaining doubts dispelled.

"Alright, alright... With Miss Su's words, we can rest assured."

"Thank you, Miss Su."

“Miss Su is so generous, our tribe is deeply grateful. We will definitely come to thank you with generous gifts next spring when the houses are finished.”

Faced with everyone's gratitude and compliments, she smiled happily and looked extremely pleased: "Elders, you are too kind. We were just helping each other out. Now that things have been settled, if you have nothing else to do, please stay for lunch before you leave. This will give the females brought by each tribe time to learn how to cook."

The elders naturally had no objections and readily agreed with smiles.

Seeing that no one had any objections, she turned to Su Lie and said, "Father, please arrange for a luncheon to be prepared, just like the one we had for the tribal leaders that day."

"Haha, that's natural."

Su Lie readily agreed and immediately summoned several orcs, giving them orders in a flurry of activity.

The reception hall instantly sprang into action, with people moving tables and laying out animal hides – a scene of bustling activity.

The elders of the various tribes watched this scene with their smiles deepening and their expressions filled with anticipation.

After their leader returned, he praised the wolf tribe's feast to the skies.

This is the most delicious way to eat it I've ever seen before. It's so fragrant that I could swallow my tongue. Today I can finally taste it for myself.

During the break while preparing for lunch.

Su Xiyue was also busy. She led Ye Ling, Mo Lin, Bai Qi, and others to transcribe the counted number of blue bricks onto clean animal skin scrolls according to the tribe names.

Three copies were made, one of which was given to the tribal elders to take away.

A copy was kept by the wolf tribe as proof of transactions after the spring, and was kept by Su Lie.

The last batch was handed over to the kiln, where they were instructed to fire the bricks according to the quantities ordered by each tribe.

The tribal elders carefully put away the animal skin scrolls that contained their tribe's name and the number of bricks needed, for fear of losing them.

Su Lie was left to entertain them here, while Ye Ling, Mo Lin, Qing Zhu, Bai Qi, Xuan Ming, Feng Su, Xuan Yuan Ming, and others stayed behind to keep them company.

Su Xiyue felt her face was stiff from smiling and she was getting impatient to stay there any longer.

She greeted everyone and then left in a hurry.

Back in the courtyard, she went straight to the east wing.

In front of the loom, the snow-white and supple silk is irresistible.

She carefully laid out the threads, put the shuttle on, and tried to weave her first piece of real silk.

During the apocalypse, she watched videos of ancient weaving techniques. The linen she wove last time was based on the content of those videos from her memory.

Although a lot of hemp was wasted, they were able to successfully weave hemp cloth, but unfortunately the quantity was too small, and it was all made into masks when the plague broke out.

Su Xiyue is now quite skilled at weaving, but this is the first time she has ever woven cloth with silk.

This stuff is much finer and smoother than hemp thread; it's light and soft, and it's easy to get tangled or break if you're not careful.

She sat before the improved loom, holding her breath and carefully threading the yarn with her fingers, afraid of breaking it.

"Tsk, that's really troublesome."

She muttered to herself, beads of sweat forming on her forehead.

Weaving silk is more tiring than manual labor.

"Pfft..."

A soft laugh came from the window.

Su Xiyue looked up and saw the Golden Silkworm King leaning against the window at some point, his short golden hair shimmering in the sunlight, his expression playful.

"With your clumsy manner, you're wasting the silk spun by this junior Zerg. It's such a waste."

His tone was languid, with his usual disdain.

Her face flushed slightly, and she glared at him irritably: "If you think I'm a waste, then you do it yourself. It's easy for you to say when you're not the one suffering."

The Golden Silkworm King raised an eyebrow, instantly leaving the window and slowly pushing the door open to enter. She then walked to the loom, bent down to examine the half-finished product in her hands, and picked up a broken silk thread with her slender fingers: "The force is wrong. Silk is supple; it requires skill, not brute force. When drawing the thread, relax your wrist, just let your fingertips glide over it, like dancing… Look."

He complained verbally, but his actions were incredibly swift.

His fingers flew across the fabric like butterflies flitting among flowers, and the tangled threads instantly became obedient in his hands, hanging back on the loom.

The movements were fluid and graceful, possessing a pleasing aesthetic appeal.

She was stunned; she had no choice but to admit defeat.

This drooling bug is truly something else, its expertise makes all the difference.

"What are you standing there for? Keep weaving! I'll personally guide you; this opportunity won't come often."

The Golden Silkworm King was stunned. She couldn't help but reach out and gently flick her head twice, her fingertips feeling slightly cool.

"Hiss...you."

She covered her forehead and glared at him.

"Look stupid?"

The Golden Silkworm King's golden eyes gleamed with a mocking smile. His withdrawn hand casually brushed against the tangled threads on the loom, the broken strands miraculously returning to their original positions between his fingers. "I told you to use a clever touch. Look, lower your wrist, and let your fingers follow, like this..."

He loosely grasped her wrist holding the shuttle and guided her towards the warp threads.

Su Xiyue felt his cool hand touching her wrist, and a strange pulling force came from it. The shuttle glided lightly, and the weft thread was inserted neatly.

Her movements were fluid and effortless, a hundred times smoother than her previous clumsy pulling.

"understand?"

The Golden Silkworm King's low voice rang in her ear, carrying a warm aura.

"You were too close."

Her face flushed slightly, and she felt the atmosphere was a bit ambiguous. She subconsciously wanted to pull her hand away.

But then I saw his hand, which had been loosely clenched, suddenly tighten clench, and he tried to pull it out twice but couldn't.

This drooling worm actually took advantage of her by teaching her how to weave.

Ha...you're getting bolder and bolder.

He was about to slap her.

"Heh...it seems you never learn."

A chilling, piercing shout suddenly rang out, instantly shattering the ambiguous atmosphere in the east wing.

Mo Lin was standing at the doorway at some point, his tall figure blocking out most of the light, radiating a chilling aura.

Those deep, dark eyes were fixed on the Golden Silkworm King's wrist, which was holding Su Xiyue's hand, and his gaze was colder than a ten-thousand-year-old glacier.

The smile on the Golden Silkworm King's face froze instantly. When he met Mo Lin's cold eyes, a chill ran up his spine.

He subconsciously released Su Xiyue's hand, took two steps back, and a guilty look flashed in his golden eyes: "Ahem... I, the Silkworm King, was just teaching her how to weave..."

"Does teaching weaving require such close proximity?"

Mo Lin's voice was as cold as ice shards as he approached step by step, his chilling aura almost solidifying into a tangible form.

Su Xiyue coughed twice, as if she wanted to say something.

A blur flashed by, and Mo Lin approached like a ghost. Without uttering a single word, his large hand gripped the Golden Silkworm King like an iron clamp.

Seeing that things were not going well, the Golden Silkworm King turned around and tried to escape, but just as he got close to the door, he was whipped from behind by a snake tail.

Then, he flew out of control and crashed heavily into the yard, falling face-first into the dirt.

His handsome, languid, and elegant image instantly crumbled, leaving him in an extremely disheveled state.

"Ouch...it hurts so much!"

The Golden Silkworm King, covered in dust and grimaces, roared angrily at the east wing, "Mo Lin... you stinking snake! I am a divine silkworm, do you understand? I can poison you with just a spit!"

Mo Lin instantly retracted his snake tail, slowly strolled out of the east wing, and looked down at the Golden Silkworm King with a cold face, "You can try."

The Golden Silkworm King instantly cowered, limping to his feet. He dusted himself off and muttered unhappily, "Rude, barbaric. All they know is to use their hands...no...their tails..."

Mo Lin didn't care at all, and warned coldly, "Touch her again, and I'll break your legs next time."

The Golden Silkworm King dusted off his robes, looking aggrieved. "You've crossed the river and burned the bridge! I taught you for so long, and you didn't even get a cup of tea. I was even beaten up for no reason..."

Before he could finish speaking, Mo Lin shot him a sharp glare.

The Golden Silkworm King immediately fell silent and slipped away.

Before leaving, she clung to the courtyard gate and called back, "Moon, remember to leave me a piece of silk cloth. I want the prettiest one, to make clothes..."

"puff."

Su Xiyue came out of the east wing and couldn't help but laugh. She turned to look at Mo Lin and said, "Why are you arguing with a worm?"

Mo Lin walked over expressionlessly and pulled her into his arms: "He wants to be your eighth beast husband. He was just holding your hand. A beating would be too lenient."

Su Xiyue: “…”