After all, the pottery making techniques of this era were limited and the success rate was low.
These two ceramic vessels had been traded from other tribes that was skilled in making pottery and they required quite a bit of valuable materials to obtain.
Pottery was fragile and prone to exploding at high temperatures, once broken, there would be one less.
The original owner's attitude toward these two pieces of pottery bordered on treating them like family heirlooms.
As for the bowl she was holding, it was something fired from their own crude pit kiln.
Not only was it unattractive, it was also not very durable, but the advantage was that it was easy to acquire.
It was good enough for holding some water or storing things for the short term.
Combining the supplies she and Haeun had, one could say they were completely impoverished.
In her previous life her parents also had died early, but they had left her a pension, so from childhood until now, she had never experienced this feeling of being this poor.
After the initial helplessness subsided, a subtle sense of optimism rose within her.
After taking another sip of clean, uncontaminated spring water, Hayoon's voice became much clearer.
"This season, we can collect a lot of food outdoors, so we don't have to worry about starving for now. The most urgent problem is where are the two of us going to live next?"
"If the weather were good, we could make do outdoors for a while and wait until the new house… the new cave is ready before moving in. But the problem is, this rain probably won't stop anytime soon, right?"
At first, Hayoon was still analyzing the situation with Haeun, but as she continued speaking, she turned to Minho.
The silver haired and red eyed Minho sat on a bluish stone nearby.
He had broad shoulders, a straight firm back and smooth powerful lines.
Even with his two strong legs bent, they were still so long one couldn't underestimate him, the muscles full of strength.
He said, "It will keep raining for another half month."
After becoming a sub-beastmen, Hayoon also gained some sensitivity to the weather, but not with such precision.
Rainy days affected gathering and hunting, let alone house building.
"I don't know if there are any empty caves left in the tribe that we can borrow for a while. Haeun, let's go ask the chief later."
Haeun treated her as the backbone and nodded repeatedly. "Okay."
But Minho said, "Your injuries haven't healed. You can't go out. Later, let Haeun invite the chief over."
He was tall, cold, and imposing, and his beast form still had left a psychological shadow on Hayoon, so, she didn't dare disobey.
"Alright… then what are we doing now?" Hayoon asked.
Minho replied concisely, "Haeun, go make a fire and heat water in the stone pot."
Then he looked at Hayoon. "You come with me."
Hayoon didn't know what he wanted, but she got up immediately. "Mm."
Walking behind Minho, she finally realized this beastman was half a head taller than her.
She estimated that she must be at least one meter eighty now, so didn't that mean Minho was at least one meter ninety five?