Chang Ye, who was packing baskets with the other slaves, heard Wu Yue call his name. He quickly handed the item in his hands to the young one beside him and ran over.
He looked at Wu Yue apprehensively, as if afraid he had done something wrong. "You called for me."
Wu Yue nodded, then pointed to a basket on the ground. "This is some food I just prepared. Take it back and share it with everyone who worked today."
Chang Ye stared at the basket overflowing with food in disbelief. His eyes began to burn, and it felt as if something was caught in his throat. "For... for us?"
The other slaves nearby overheard their conversation. Some were so shocked they even dropped the baskets in their hands.
'Since when do slaves get food for working for the tribe members?'
Wu Yue didn't know the customs of the tribe, but she knew that the drying kiln was only successfully built today because of the slaves' help.
