To Wu Yue's surprise, these vats looked much, much better than the two trial ones made before.
"You made all of these?"
She couldn't help but look at Chang Ye in amazement. 'This man is a real talent.'
Chang Ye scratched his head sheepishly. "A few of the slaves are very deft with their hands, so I taught them the method for making the clay vats. I didn't expect that what they made would be much better than what I could do."
Seeing Wu Yue's satisfied look, Chang Ye couldn't help but break into a grin.
He beckoned to the slaves standing behind with their heads bowed, and a few of them stepped forward timidly.
"Lord Wuyue, it's these few. They're very skilled, and the vats they make rarely break."
Wu Yue looked up at the slaves. They seemed unfamiliar. "Are you the ones from the trading meet?"
The slaves quickly knelt and prostrated themselves on the ground. "Lord Wuyue, it is us."
