Orc Girl's Tribal Daily Life

Chapter 115 The Wounded Tribe Members (If you've already read this chapter, please reread it)

Most fruits grown before the rainy season cannot withstand the heavy rains of the rainy season, but there are also some fruits that grow only during the rainy season on special plants.

Therefore, Jiang Luoluo saw many fruits she had never seen before. Most of them had a thick, hard outer shell, which needed to be removed with force to get to the soft fruit inside.

For example, one of the fruits was oval-shaped like a rugby ball, with a texture comparable to steel. Jiang Luoluo hammered, punched, and even smashed and chopped it, but couldn't leave a single mark... well, not quite, just a few scratches from the stone knife.

One reason is that Jiang Luoluo is still a child and doesn't have that much strength; the other is that the outer shell of this thing is really sturdy.

Jiang Luoluo wondered, with such a sturdy fruit shell, how did they initially discover that it was edible? Were they superhumanly strong?

Ge watched the cubs experiment until they got tired and finally remembered to ask for his help. Then, with a smile, he explained to the cubs, "Ironwood fruits are very sturdy. They can't be cut with a stone knife, and they won't break even if you hit them hard. But you just need to put them in the sun to dry, and they will open by themselves."

As he spoke, Ge placed the ironwood fruit next to the fire. After roasting it for only a short while, the outer metallic shell suddenly cracked open with a snap, revealing the white flesh inside.

Jiang Luoluo's eyes widened.

"After the rainy season ends, there will be many open ironwood fruits in the forest, but most of them will be eaten by other animals." As Ge explained, he took out the white pulp from the fruit and handed it to Jiang Luoluo.

Jiang Luoluo took a bite and found it to be sweet, soft, and chewy, somewhat like mangosteen, but much larger than a mangosteen.

When she got to the middle of the fruit, there was a seed about the size of a grape. Jiang Luoluo thought for a moment and then put it away.

Even if we don't necessarily need it, what if we do?

Later, Jiang Luoluo discovered another type of fruit, which looked very much like a banana, but one was as long as an arm and as thick as a baby's head.

It feels soft to the touch, like a rubber product.

Jiang Luoluo was initially wondering how such a soft-textured fruit could survive a rain of needles, but then she realized that it was just soft, not that it wasn't tough.

It's the kind of soft substance that you could stab with a knife, only to find that the skin wasn't even broken when you pulled it out...

Jiang Luoluo was a little skeptical, thinking that the problem was that her stone knife was too short. She believed that if it were longer, it would definitely be able to pierce through. So she went to ask Ge for his stone knife.

Ge smiled and refused, not because he didn't want the cub to use it, but because he was worried that the cub would hurt its arm with the large stone knife, so he prepared to fulfill the cub's idea himself.

The large stone knife did indeed pierce to a depth that the small stone knife could not reach, but it did not pierce all the way through.

Jiang Luoluo looked at Ge, and Ge gestured for Jiang Luoluo to put her hand on the stone knife to feel it.

As Ge gradually lost his grip, Jiang Luoluo, who was holding the stone knife, felt the rebound force on the stone knife and realized just how much force Ge had used to pierce so deeply.

And, it turns out that the fruit's outer skin is not only soft and tough, but also has such a strong rebound force!

So, when it rains needles, are the needles actually piercing the fruit's skin, creating indentations, and then being ejected?

What a strange scene, I can't imagine it.

Jiang Luoluo let go of Ge's hand, looked at him, and said, "Okay, I'm not curious anymore. Now tell me how to open this thing."

Also, since it's been pricked into such a strange shape, is the flesh inside still edible?

The answer is yes, it's edible, and not only is it edible, it's also incredibly delicious.

Ge sheathed his stone knife, turned the fruit over, and found the root of the fruit. There was a very obvious wooden knot there, which was originally the connection point with the tree and the only weakness of the fruit.

In fact, Jiang Luoluo tried to start from here at first, but the wooden lump was too small, only the thickness of a finger, and it was half-recessed inside, making it even more difficult to cut.

Ge stretched out two fingers, reached in and grabbed the wooden lump, twisted it a few times, and then slowly pulled it out. A fist-sized, seed-like thing was pulled out.

Leave a small opening.

The size of the opening doesn't matter at all, because the skin of this fruit is soft and stretchy enough that it can be easily torn open to a larger size.

Then, Jiang Luoluo saw the transparent, jelly-like pulp inside.

The texture and taste are very similar to jelly. It's icy cold and has a rich fruity aroma and sweetness. Jiang Luoluo didn't notice and ate half of the fruit.

Jiang Luoluo looked down at her belly in disbelief; it was equivalent to several pounds of jelly!

After finishing eating, Jiang Luoluo remembered to ask the name of the fruit.

“Call it frozen fruit,” Ge said.

Oh, it's called jelly.

Under the cub's curious gaze, Ge had no choice but to continue explaining the origin of the name "Frozen Fruit".

The shape of the frozen fruit looks like ice formed from water in winter, and its taste is very similar to that of water puffs—both are very thirst-quenching.

Therefore, some members of the tribe felt that the frozen fruit was like ice made from frozen water chestnuts, and over time they started calling it frozen fruit.

Jiang Luolu shook her head in disappointment. She had thought it was some prankster senior who had deliberately switched the words "jelly".

I did nothing all day, but I ate all the fruit.

Jiang Luoluo rubbed her full belly, feeling that this delicious food shouldn't be enjoyed alone, but should be shared with others.

It's absolutely not because I wanted to make less jam! Absolutely not!

For those who live further away, like He, Ge would deliver the gifts himself, as would happy and Zhuang, and Jiang Luoluo didn't miss out either.

For those who lived nearby, like Mao, Jiang Luoluo accompanied them on their journeys.

Inside the cave, Mao and his father Ke were sparring. Judging from Mao's bruised and swollen face, it was clear that Ke, his father, hadn't held back at all.

When Ke saw Jiang Luoluo coming over, both father and son showed identical happy expressions.

Since Ge was going to deliver gifts everywhere, Jiang Luoluo stayed at Mao's house to play, which also served as a way to ask Mao to keep an eye on Jiang Luoluo in case anything happened.

When Jiang Luoluo arrived at Mao's house, she was completely at ease. Mao brought out some boiled water and placed it aside beforehand—the cubs didn't like to drink tap water, so whenever possible, the water was always boiled before drinking.

Ke took a few pieces of grilled meat and gave them to Jiang Luoluo as a snack—the father and son were sparring and their physical strength was being used up, so they needed to replenish their food in time to restore their strength.

Jiang Luoluo hadn't done anything yet, but she was already being treated to grilled meat slices in one hand and warm water in the other, while the father and son were engaged in close-quarters combat sparring in front of her, allowing her to watch and appreciate it up close.

The people in the tribe don't have the bulky physique of some people. Regardless of age or gender, they all have the body type of fitness bloggers, except that some are a bit thinner, like Xiaoyuwangbiao, who is the epitome of lean.

Ge was very robust, but his only drawback was that he wasn't particularly tall and didn't grow as tall as Chief Jing.

Mao is a little thin, but he has never lacked food since he was a child, so he is not too different from others and is the average size in the tribe.

As a young orc warrior, Ke possessed a remarkably muscular physique, adorned with numerous scars that added to his unique sensual appeal.

The intense, hard-hitting sparring provided Jiang Luoluo with a real treat for her eyes.

It's not that Jiang Luoluo has any feelings for those two people. She's only this age, what feelings could she possibly have? It's just an appreciation of beauty.

That kind of primal, wild beauty.

Jiang Luoluo looked down at her little belly. She'll probably have it someday... like an eight-pack or something.

She saw red.

After the father and son finished their practice session, Jiang Luoluo handed them the opened frozen fruit, acting as a helpful logistics assistant. The fruit was icy cold, perfect for cooling them down.

The fire inside the cave kept burning, making it much warmer than outside. After their sparring session, their body temperatures were also rising, making it the perfect time to eat something cool to cool down.

To Jiang Luoluo's surprise, Ke took the frozen fruit but didn't eat it right away. Instead, after thinking for a while, he looked at Jiang Luoluo and asked, "Luo, can frozen fruit be used to make fruit puree?"

Jiang Luoluo's face was full of surprise upon hearing this.

Seeing this, Ke scratched his head sheepishly, "Can't I do it? I asked too many questions."

Jiang Luolu shook her head repeatedly. No, she just didn't expect anyone to ask her this question, especially Ke.

In Jiang Luoluo's eyes, Ke's role as a friend and father figure is probably that of an orc warrior who is not interested in anything else and whose only focus is hunting and fighting.

Just like his simple and vigorous training.

I never expected to be interested in making jam.

However, Jiang Luoluo quickly criticized herself for being too empiricist, applying her past life's experiences to the tribespeople.

Ke became an orc warrior simply because he had no other choice. In Jiang Luoluo's world, Ke might have become one of many other professions.

Realizing this, Jiang Luoluo recalled the scene of Ke making jam. She originally thought that Ke was doing chores for her son Mao, but perhaps, possibly, probably... Ke herself was interested in making jam.

Wait a minute, Jiang Luoluo looked around Mao's cave. She remembered that she had left a lot of fruit before, and Mao and Ke had also cooked a lot of jam. How come there were only a few jars left in the cave?

Only half a month has passed, surely it couldn't have all been eaten up?

Ke and Mao explained embarrassedly that after making the jam, they traded it with some of their tribesmen. After all, many of their daily necessities were no longer usable after moving from the wooden house to the cave, and they needed to rearrange things.

In the past, they could only exchange food for food, but now that they have jam, the father and son not only don't need to exchange food, but they have even exchanged a lot of food. Otherwise, they wouldn't be so extravagant as to practice at home and prepare so much roasted meat to replenish their energy.

This rainy season was arguably the most relaxed one that Ke and his son Mao had ever experienced.

Jiang Luoluo stared blankly at Ke, suddenly realizing that she didn't need to do the jam-making herself all the time. Since she didn't like making it, she could just leave it to someone who did!

Before Ke and Mao could even realize the changes in their cub's emotions, the cub dragged them along and "indoctrinated" them with a whole host of new knowledge.

"Wait, Luo, you mean these fruits can be used to make fruit puree... Ah, you're leaving it all to me to cook? Luo, you don't want to cook anymore?"

"I don't want to cook, it's too much trouble. Okay, then I'll cook for you... No, I mean for myself? What? No way, Luo, those are your fruits! How can I take your fruits!"

"I'll cook the fruit puree, and then I'll share some with you, Luo. But the fruit is all yours, Luo."

"I cooked the fruit puree, so I can take some of it..." That makes sense, it's like I need to start using my brain.

Ke scratched his head, exchanged a glance with his son Mao, and was gradually convinced by the cub's logic.

"OK then."

So when Ge came to pick Jiang Luoluo up, he learned about this.

Upon learning that Jiang Luoluo was going to give the fruit from her home to Mao and Ke so they could make jam, she learned that she would take some of the jam home after they finished making it.

Ge breathed a sigh of relief without making it obvious, and then flashed a big smile. "Oh, of course!"

It seems that Jiang Luoluo isn't the only one who doesn't want to make jam.

戈: to move one's gaze.

……

After this incident, Jiang Luoluo suddenly discovered a solution.

If she wants to do something but doesn't want to do it herself, she can simply find a familiar member of her tribe to do it for her, and then they can split the profits proportionally.

The proportion of income is too difficult for the tribal members to understand, but the principle of receiving only what you do is quite easy to grasp.

Jiang Luoluo wouldn't mind if some of her tribesmen used her methods, since it wouldn't be useful for her to hold so many "patents" in the tribe by herself.

In the era of barter, she couldn't even save any money. Her possessions consisted of time-limited food, furs, and other daily necessities. Even if she became the "richest" person in the tribe by relying on these, it would be meaningless.

There were only two people in the tribe who held the highest positions: Chief Jing and the shaman. There was no reason for them to compete for the same status.

What are they fighting over? They're fighting for the leadership, wanting to be the first to go out on every hunt, holding the lives of all their people in their hands, responsible for the survival of thousands, working diligently every day just to hunt more food so that their people can live better.

The process of becoming a witch involves being the first to taste poison and personally experiencing its effects. Not only must one be attentive to the health of the entire tribe, but one must also prepare treatment plans for various seasonal problems that may arise. Every day upon waking, one must be surrounded by herbs, working year-round without rest, and responding to anyone who comes.

Forget it, Jiang Luoluo only thought about it for a moment and felt that such a life was simply terrifying.

She was just an ordinary person, lacking the confidence or the idea to shoulder the responsibility for the survival of a tribe.

She only hopes to have a small house of her own, preferably with a small yard where she can grow some vegetables and raise a few small animals.

Cats and dogs are fine, as are chickens, ducks, and geese.

Plant vegetables in spring, eat them in summer, harvest them in autumn, and store them in winter. The four seasons pass by uneventfully, and then another spring, summer, autumn, and winter arrive.

If we could improve the quality of life in such a mundane existence, that would be even better.