Orc Girl's Tribal Daily Life

Chapter 113 Busy Cub

With Chi's help, acting as a "kitchen waste recycling station," Jiang Luoluo's troubles were solved. Moreover, from Chi, Jiang Luoluo could also learn about the status of these semi-finished products, thus improving her own methods.

For example, some fruit wines have a spicy taste and are probably more suitable for brewing high-proof spirits, while others have a sour and astringent taste, which may be due to the skin or pit of the fruit.

If possible, try removing those substances before brewing.

Although Jiang Luoluo found the taste and texture of these spoiled fruit wines somewhat strange, Chi, who had been craving them ever since, could tolerate the minor imperfections.

Despite the fact that she had two bouts of stomach upset and once passed out drunk at home, causing quite a commotion when her clansmen took her to the shaman as if she were poisoned, Chi didn't care at all. She just licked her lips and asked Jiang Luoluo to pick out a few more buckets of "bad" stuff for her.

Jiang Luoluo wrote down everything Chi said.

Jiang Luoluo asked Cong to help make some wine ladles with long poles that could reach the deepest part of the wine barrel, instantly giving her the feeling of buying wine in an ancient tavern in a TV drama.

Jiang Luoluo covered the clean wine barrel with burlap and slowly poured the wine from the old barrel into it. She then collected all the filtered residue together – Chi Yao.

Looking at the jars of liquid that were hard to identify, Jiang Luoluo resealed all the wine barrels. She would probably reopen them after the rainy season ended.

It took Jiang Luoluo an entire afternoon to filter all the wine barrels in her house. She stretched and, together with Ge, cleaned the old wine barrels that were no longer needed, then hung them upside down next to the fire to dry.

Tomorrow, they will take these barrels to Brown's place and repeat the process.

After all, the real business of fruit wine is actually in He's house.

During this time, He didn't disturb the cub and Ge, showing great consideration, but he didn't completely cut off contact either. He still kept in touch with the cub to observe the fermentation of the fruit wine.

The next morning, Ge first delivered the cubs to He's house before turning back to retrieve the wine barrels.

There was a very strong smell of alcohol in He's house, unlike in Jiang Luoluo's cave, where the sweetness of jam neutralized the smell and made it less noticeable.

Brown clearly likes the taste quite a bit. Although not as much as Red, Brown seems to have become a fan of fruit wine. Besides giving some of the failed fruit wines to Red, Brown also keeps some for himself to drink with meals.

Chi received the message around noon and came to help—Jiang Luoluo thought she was just there to freeload, since she did take away two buckets of fruit wine that had some problems when she left.

After finishing up the fruit wine business, Jiang Luoluo received a message from Zao saying that the cave had been completed and asking her to go and see if there was anything that needed to be changed.

If not, then we need to prepare to fire the bricks.

Jiang Luoluo rushed to the newly opened cave to check on the situation.

Unlike inhabited caves, which typically open up to a spacious interior, this specially excavated brick cave has an entrance nearly three meters long before leading into a semi-circular space.

Most importantly, this cave actually has two entrances. One entrance is wide enough to accommodate many people and can also transport large amounts of wood in and out. The other entrance is narrow and long, only wide enough for one person to pass through, and has a certain angle of inclination. It is used to release smoke.

Jiang Luoluo didn't expect that the tribespeople would even think of this, but she wasn't too surprised. After all, it would be abnormal if such a situation, which could easily lead to accidents, went unnoticed.

I just think the tribesmen might be going a bit too far, after all, the chimney doesn't need to be that big... Well, it looks like it can't be made any smaller.

However, the tribespeople weren't stupid. Although the chimney was a bit too wide, they could block it up at both ends with stones, so the difference wasn't significant.

Jiang Luoluo then looked at the crucial brick-making area. As she had probably mentioned in advance, the ground was not flat, but rather a series of raised stone platforms used to place the air-dried brick blanks.

Not noticing any major problems, Jiang Luoluo nodded, acknowledging the structure of the cave.

Since it was Jiang Luoluo who proposed it, it should be handed over to her for confirmation to avoid any obvious oversights.

Soon, the cave was officially put into use. The pre-cut logs were cut into small pieces and placed on both sides of the road, and two tribesmen were specially assigned to guard them.

Firing bricks takes about ten days, requiring continuous burning to prevent the flame from going out midway, and it is essential to have someone watch over it.

This matter has little to do with Jiang Luoluo. All she needs to do is remember the time and check on the brick firing process when she has some free time.

Even though there was nothing for Jiang Luoluo to do, on the first day of brick firing, she still helped everyone move brick blanks, place firewood, and light the fire... She was busy all day long.

I didn't get home to rest until evening.

I thought I could relax for a while, but I didn't expect the rainstorm to come so suddenly.

Jiang Luoluo had only stayed at home for a morning when she noticed that the sky outside had suddenly brightened. Curious, she went to the cave entrance to check the situation.

But Ge grabbed her arm, preventing her from taking another step outside.

Jiang Luoluo hesitated and turned to look at Ge, but only saw Ge looking outside with worry.

What's wrong……?

"The needle rain is coming." Ge shook his head at the cub.

The familiar yet unfamiliar address startled Jiang Luoluo. Then, remembering something, she stopped walking out and stood there silently looking out of the cave.

The dark and gloomy sky, which had been covered by rain for more than a month, was cleared up as if a curtain had been torn off.

The fine rain, like translucent glass, no longer obstructed the view much.

Then Jiang Luoluo saw that at the edge of the road, the grass blades that had been struck and pierced gathered on the ground to form a light green stream of water, which then disappeared.

For some unknown reason, Jiang Luoluo took a piece of wood from the pile of firewood next to the fire and tentatively extended it out of the cave.

Jiang Luoluo's wrist trembled slightly as soon as she extended the log a little, and she quickly pulled it back into the cave.

Looking again at the tip of the stick, there were more than a dozen fine holes on it, not very deep, only a few millimeters deep.

But the marks appeared in less than two seconds.

What would happen if this piece of wood were left in the rain for an hour or a day? Jiang Luoluo couldn't imagine.

Why? Why is it raining like this?

Jiang Luoluo was filled with doubt; this was clearly not something that should normally occur.

Even though Ge had mentioned these things before, Jiang Luoluo still couldn't understand them when they actually met.

After thinking for a long time without coming up with anything, Jiang Luoluo looked at Ge again. Ge still looked worried and kept staring at the outside of the cave.

It wasn't until Jiang Luoluo pulled on Lago's arm that Lago came back to his senses.

Ge didn't hide anything from the cub. When the cub showed a questioning expression, he answered honestly, "Luo, I'm worried that the needle rain came so suddenly. Are there any tribesmen outside who didn't have time to go home?"

Jiang Luoluo was taken aback by these words.

Jiang Luoluo suddenly realized that this was a very likely thing.

Jiang Luoluo didn't know what things were like in the tribe before, but now, because she proposed making bricks, a lot of trees were needed as fuel, so a large number of tribesmen were mobilized to cut down trees around the tribe.

There's also the brick mold there. Although the brick mold is reusable, you have to wait a certain amount of time for the previous batch of bricks to set each time. If you don't want to waste time waiting, you have to make two or even three brick molds and use them alternately.

Although the current plan is only to fire bricks to make a kiln with sufficient sealing, bricks are not only used for this purpose, but can also be used to make brick houses.

The brick houses are much sturdier than wooden houses. They are not afraid of moisture and rot, are more durable, do not require frequent structural replacements, and are even more convenient.

However, production volume was a problem, and building brick houses was also troublesome. Jiang Luoluo only knew how to stack bricks alternately—that's how the walls she drew on the blackboard were.

When Jiang Luoluo was actually asked to build a house, she was completely bewildered and had to find some professionals to try and study it.

Because of Jiang Luoluo, the tribe's demand for wood has increased significantly, and many tribesmen have been sent out to cut down trees. Although it is close to lunchtime, it is uncertain whether everyone will be able to return home in time.

What if we get trapped outside right now...

Jiang Luoluo showed a hint of guilt. Although she knew that she was doing things for the good of the tribe, she still couldn't help but blame herself when that "good" turned into "bad" for an individual.

When Ge saw the cub like this, he was about to say something to comfort it, but suddenly he froze on the spot.

The moment he opened his mouth, Ge suddenly thought of himself.

No one in the tribe ever blamed him; it was his own inability to get over the hurdle in his heart. Just like now, no one would blame the cub, but the cub still felt guilty about those things, thinking it was her own fault.

How similar they are.

So, after a moment's hesitation, Ge gently stroked the cub's head. "After the needle rain ends, shall we go see the shaman?"

Jiang Luoluo looked up at Ge and nodded vigorously.

People in the tribe rarely prepare herbs at home. One reason is that herbs have a limited shelf life, and their effects usually only last for a few months. Given the tribe's carelessness, they may not even realize that the herbs have expired for several years.

Not only will it not be able to treat the condition, but it may also result in poisoning.

Another issue is that the amount of herbs in the tribe is not large enough for every family to have their own. They are all kept by the shaman, and whoever needs them goes to the shaman for them, who then distributes them in a unified manner.

Therefore, if any members of the tribe are injured in the needle rain, they will definitely go to the shaman for treatment. By going to the shaman to check the situation, they will know whether anyone has been injured.

As for death... the tribesmen do not value death, because it is something that can happen at any time and is always happening.

Just like the previous hunting teams returning, all three hunting teams had casualties. The less serious ones, such as the team led by Chief Jing, only had a dozen or so people who suffered injuries of varying degrees.

The other two teams were relatively weaker, and each suffered the loss of two or three players.

One of them was even a powerful orc warrior who stepped forward to protect his team and other members of his people when faced with an attack by a powerful beast.

Chief Jing chose to hold a banquet at the top of Silver Peak Mountain, one part of which was to put the remains of these sacrificed tribesmen into the fire.

No one cried; everyone simply watched the flames grow stronger and then die down, then covered up their bad feelings with the joy of food and harvest.

All deaths are for the better survival of their people, so they should not weep, but roar and add the power of their departed people to themselves.

This is what tribes and traditions are all about.

The needle-like rain stopped quickly, lasting only an afternoon. Before it even got dark, the rain ended silently, and the familiar rain curtain covered the area once again.

This is both good news and bad news.

The good news is that this needle rain will be short-lived, so those from the tribe living away from home won't suffer too much.

The bad news is that this needle rain only lasted half a day, and there will most likely be another needle rain that lasts longer afterward.

Jiang Luoluo and Ge arrived at Wu's place as soon as the rain stopped. They arrived very quickly, and there were no wounded people at Wu's place yet.

When the shaman saw the two, his expression wasn't one of surprise. He pointed to the herbs beside him, half-reassuringly, and said, "Pick those two piles of herbs for me."

If help comes knocking on your door, you might as well take advantage of it.

The shaman usually does these things alone. It's not that he doesn't need help, but some herbs are too dangerous. The shaman is safe only because of the protection of fire, while other members of the tribe cannot directly utilize the power of fire.

To ensure the safety of his people, the shaman rarely asked other members of the tribe for help.

Secondly, and most importantly, all of the shaman's knowledge and memories come from the inheritance of memories; he can directly master this knowledge without going through much hard learning.

Other ethnic groups cannot do this; it takes a long time to learn and recognize them.

Those tribespeople who were able to learn about these herbs were also assigned to help in the herb-gathering teams.

After all, given the general character of the tribe members, most of them are not naturally suited for learning. Perhaps only after being tempered by time will those tribe members have enough patience to accept the knowledge that makes their brains ache.

Therefore, those who can learn about these herbs are already very rare talents in the tribe.

Therefore, they were assigned to the more important task of collecting herbs.

Otherwise, where would the tribe get its herbs? Are you going to send those tribespeople who know nothing and understand nothing to pick herbs that could kill them if they made a single wrong move?

Without knowing how to process herbs after harvesting, and without proper storage, they will quickly lose their medicinal properties and become useless, even after being harvested.