By the Feiyu River, Jing Jie was leading several Warriors in building new ships.
They were still using the ancient method, first covering one side of the massive wood with wet clay, then burning the uncovered part.
After each burn, they would chisel it once with a stone axe, gradually forming the hull this way. It was highly inefficient, and the ship's size was limited by the size of the original log.
When Jiang Xuan walked over, he saw them laboriously tending to the fire.
"Building new ships again?"
"Greetings, Chief!"
Upon hearing Jiang Xuan's voice, the warriors stood up to greet him.
Jing Jie also lifted his head and said to Jiang Xuan, "Chief, our tribe has grown, and we often need to move things across the river. The old ships are not enough, so I want to build a few more new ones."
Jiang Xuan nodded, "That is indeed an issue. You all continue with your work, don't mind me, I'm just observing."
"Yes!"
