Many villagers were alarmed. The villagers who were responsible for the refinement of the desolate bones had received numerous benefits. Besides the miracle drug and the bacon, they were also given food subsidies.
Because of the desolate bones, there was extremely little food left in the Lian tribal clan. Being able to collect more food was what the villagers dreamed of.
“I’ll sign up!”
“I’ll sign up too!”
The people rushed towards Zhao Tiezhu to sign up, afraid that they were too late to be in line.
“I, Wang Dahu, is willing to refine the desolate bones! I’m a second tier male!”