The thought instantly buoyed the spirits of the tribe. Their eyes sparkled as they gazed at the taro still in the ground.
The way they looked at the slaves changed in an instant, and smiles began to grace their faces.
These huge taro had all been tended to by the slaves. If the tribe members wanted to grow their own, they would surely need to ask the slaves for advice on planting.
With this in mind, their gazes toward the slaves grew increasingly kind; gone was their usual air of superiority.
Seeing this sudden shift in attitude, the slaves felt something begin to sprout within their hearts—an emotion they had lost long ago was slowly taking root.
Because the crop wasn't very large, it only took a few short days to harvest all the taro.
The bulk of the taro was turned over to the tribe, and just as she had promised, Wu Yue gave half of the remainder to the slaves.
