Some hardworking slaves had already gathered the freshly dug taros, started a fire at the edge of the field, and tossed them inside.
It was a bountiful taro harvest, and Wu Yue was overjoyed. "Let's get moving! Let's try and get all this taro harvested quickly."
"Yes!"
The sun-darkened slaves all responded in unison. With their pre-prepared Stone Tools and back-baskets, the males dug while the females loaded the harvested taro into the baskets and carried them to an open area to dry in the sun.
As everyone was digging, a rich, fragrant aroma began to waft from the edge of the field.
"The taro is ready!"
All the tribesmen gulped, their mouths watering. The Half beastman Warrior beside the Snow Tiger Witch noticed his Witch staring intently at the fire, so he astutely went forward and pulled the taro from the flames.
A tribesman laid out a large, clean leaf on the ground. The Half beastman Warrior brushed the ash off a few taros and then broke them in half, one by one.
