The Ultimate Beast World Glow-Up novel Chapter 189

After Leon memorized the location, Rosalie returned and discussed clearing rice fields with Talia. 

Talia was generous and immediately arranged several strong beastmen to follow Rosalie the next day. 

Still, Talia was worried. She had a feeling the chillwave was coming soon. Clearing new fields would take time, and she was not sure they could make it in time. 

Sovereign City and the nearby tribes were much larger than Vaford. Their population was more than double. 

Rosalie also felt the temperature dropping. Clearing land, growing rice, processing it, and convincing people to buy it would take time. There was no guarantee everyone could eat rice before the chillwave arrived. 

She thought about it all night. The next morning, Rosalie sent Leon with the beastmen to the chosen site. She stayed behind. 

She asked Declan to cut wood in the forest. Gael smoothed the logs into long strips. 

They needed wide, flexible wood. Rosalie drew shapes in the sand, and Cameron carved the wood to match. 

Cameron carved many strange shapes. Rosalie then tried to assemble them. 

In the end, they made a strange object that fell apart as soon as someone stepped on it. 

Declan carried several logs and dropped them to the ground with a loud thud, dust flying everywhere. “Matriarch, do you still need wood?” 

Rosalie pressed her forehead and waved him off. “Not for now. Let’s take a break.” 

Rosalie had planned to build a simple cart. Then one husband could return to Vaford and bring rice back. 

The chillwave had already passed in Vaford. People there could earn rice by working in the fields, and no one lacked food. 

The yield was high. Rice could be harvested twice a week. Transporting the extra rice to Sovereign City would be perfect. 

But the distance was long. Carrying rice by hand was slow and exhausting. 

One beastman could only carry two sacks. That amount fed a family of seven for just a few days. 

So Rosalie tried to invent a cart. Her idea was good, but reality was harsh. She had no talent for it and ended up with a useless mess. 

Declan went back to the forest. Soon, the yard held a female carving wood nonstop. 

Cameron watched Rosalie’s hands shake from effort. He felt sorry for her and tried to take over. Rosalie refused. 

She carved all morning, ate a quick lunch, and kept carving in the afternoon. 

When Leon returned with the beastmen from clearing the land, Rosalie was still working. 

Her hand trembled as she held the knife. Her grip slipped, and the sharp blade cut her hand. Bright red blood flowed, dripping onto the pile of wooden blocks. 

Leon leaped to her side and grabbed her injured hand. He shouted to Gael and the others, “The Matriarch is hurt. She’s bleeding.” 

“What are you all doing? How can you let her do something this dangerous?” 

Cameron and the others were anxious but helpless. They had all tried to stop Rosalie. She simply would not listen. 

The cut was small compared to the soreness in her hands. After a full day of work, Rosalie had finally raised her construction proficiency to level one. It hurt, but it was progress.