Orc Girl's Tribal Daily Life

Chapter 15 In the dream, the air was filled with the fragrance of fruit.

There were many things to do, Jiang Luoluo mentally listed them one by one.

However, she wasn't in a hurry; she would take her time and do it slowly.

Jiang Luoluo put away the two large bowls of jam and set them aside. Instead of washing the pot, she used the remaining jam to cook a pot of sweet dried fruit soup.

In this tribe where seasonings are scarce, Jiang Luoluo cannot afford to do anything wasteful.

Young Ge was already nearby, and according to the cub's preferences, he cut many thin slices of meat and grilled them. He also helped wash a lot of dried vegetables, which he would use to wrap the grilled meat later.

While the soup was boiling, Jiang Luoluo, along with the young man Ge, skillfully placed the roasted meat onto the soaked dried vegetables and then spread a layer of sweet jam on top.

When young Ge took his first bite, his eyes widened in surprise—although he had eaten the same thing last night, he had only crushed the red mushroom fruit and spread it on his skin, so the flavor wasn't strong.

It's not like no one in the tribe has ever eaten it before—the food is there, and someone will always want to try it.

However, the jam made by Jiang Luoluo was a completely different story. The original aroma of the fruit was strongly amplified, and water syrup with a high sugar content was added to increase the sweetness.

Young Ge, tasting such a rich sweetness for the first time, wished he could swallow his tongue whole.

"Ah, this... Luo, this!" For a moment, young Ge was so shocked that he couldn't even speak.

However, the cub simply tilted its head obediently, blinking its large, clear eyes at you. Hmm? What's wrong?

"This tastes so good!" Young Ge even had the urge to throw away the barbecue, hug the jam bowl, and lick all the jam clean.

It took a while for young Ge to calm down, but he still looked at the cub with a shocked expression mixed with a bunch of complicated emotions.

Before young Ge could recall all the wonderful qualities of her parents and fall into a new wave of guilt, Jiang Luoluo handed him a bowl of fruit-flavored dried vegetable soup made with jam.

“…This tastes good too!” Young Ge’s eyes lit up.

The cub grabbed the boy's face, pointed at the stone pot, and shook its head seriously and very forcefully.

This soup is not to be given to anyone else today; it must all be drunk.

"Huh?" Young Ge put aside his thoughts that had just surfaced. Although he was embarrassed that the cub had guessed his thoughts, he still hesitated before asking why.

Jiang Luoluo pointed to the stone pot, then to the young man Ge, "This is soup I made for you. You have to drink it all."

She then pointed to the remaining fruit on the ground and said, "If we want to give some to others, we can make some more tomorrow and give them to them!"

But now, this pot of soup belongs only to you and me; it's our dinner, and we must finish it all!

Young Ge was stunned by the cubs' intelligence. Yes, they could easily make another pot of soup tomorrow and send it to their people!

"I understand, Luo, I will finish eating!" Young Ge nodded repeatedly, while also planning in his heart that he would go deeper into the Great Stone Mountain tomorrow to find more fruit.

But young Ge hesitated for a moment, looking at the little boy who was doing housework like a little adult, "But Luo, won't you be very tired? Doing these things must be very hard work."

Young Ge could share his share with others, but if his guilt towards his people caused his cubs to suffer along with him, he felt that was wrong.

Jiang Luolu tilted her head, placed her hand in front of the young man Ge's heart, and gestured earnestly, "They are your people, and they are also my people."

The care given to young Ge was also a form of care given to Jiang Luoluo.

"We are family." Jiang Luoluo's lips moved silently.

“Family…” Young Ge repeated softly, ripples spreading across the soup bowl.

……

After the meal, young Ge took out a bone needle about the length of his little finger from the corner and handed it to Jiang Luoluo.

In the tribe, people, regardless of gender, will become familiar with the life skill of "sewing clothes" after they reach a certain age. When going out hunting, it is common for clothes to be torn, and you can't expect others to sew them for you every time.

It's not for such an unnecessary reason as covering the body; the more important reasons are to keep warm and reduce contact with the plants outside. Who knows which plants are poisonous or if they will die if touched?

However, while everyone can sew clothes, only a minority can actually make them. Therefore, there are also tribespeople who specialize in making clothes for others in exchange for food—usually tribespeople who are born with disabilities and unable to hunt.

People like He were actually a minority, because the vast majority of tribesmen who were injured while hunting did not have the opportunity to return to the tribe.

They either succumbed to their injuries on the way, or they stayed behind to cover the rear, remaining in the forest forever.

For example, the linen cloth often used in the tribe was made by these tribespeople. The young shaman wore linen clothes simply to provide a more reasonable excuse for helping these tribespeople make a living.

Otherwise, since most of the tribesmen wear animal skin clothes, would he be short of a few pieces of animal skin?

It's not that the tribespeople don't like linen clothes, but the durability of linen clothes is incomparable to that of animal hides. The hides of those powerful wild animals are so tough that even stone knives have difficulty cutting them. How can linen compare?

Animal hides are easily torn and ripped when going out hunting, which means fighting wild animals. Linen clothes will tear easily if they are scratched or rubbed anywhere; they are not durable at all.

In other words, the young shaman didn't need to go hunting, and wearing linen clothes, which were much softer than animal hides, made it easier for him to move around. Otherwise, even if he wanted to support his people, he wouldn't have been able to.

Most people in the tribe prioritize practicality and don't particularly value linen, which is only slightly softer than animal hide.

Of course, most families in the tribe have a few pieces of hemp cloth. Although it is not easy to support their own families, they will provide some help to those tribesmen who are in even more difficult circumstances, as far as they can.

For example, regularly buy a piece of linen.

Young Ge brought back quite a lot of linen from his tribesmen... Jiang Luoluo was surprised to find that, given the tribe's level of craftsmanship, linen could be considered a luxury item.

It's not very useful, and not many people are willing to use it.

Jiang Luoluo could tell that the current level of linen production involved cleaning a specific type of hemp plant, selecting the fiber-producing parts, twisting them into threads, and then using simple weaving techniques to handcraft pieces of linen.

However, the techniques were rather crude. At most, the linen cloth made for the young witches had finer threads, was woven more densely, and looked softer and cleaner.

Jiang Luolu recalled that linen cloth should be made by mixing different types of linen to make it stronger, and there should be a sizing process before weaving to strengthen the linen threads and make them less prone to breakage.

If given the chance, Jiang Luoluo would like to try to improve the linen fabric process. She put this on her to-do list, but it was ranked low. Before finding an irreplaceable and important use for linen, there was no point in improving it, since linen was not as simple and convenient as animal hide.

Jiang Luoluo selected all the linen cloths—Young Ge had thought the cub would choose animal hides, which surprised him greatly—and made all the linen cloths into a large cloth cover about two and a half meters long.

Young Ge looked at the cloth bag, which could fit the entire stone bed, with a puzzled expression. At the cub's urging, he followed suit and filled the bag with all the dry grass from the stone bed.

That's how you make a straw mattress.

Young Ge touched it again and again. Although there were still many uneven parts in the middle, and some dry grass would even stick out through the gaps in the burlap, it was much softer overall.

And it's even warmer and more comfortable!

Jiang Luoluo originally wanted to alter the animal skin clothes of the young man Ge, but after finishing this large quilt, it was too late, so she had to go to sleep first and deal with everything else tomorrow.

Before going to bed, Jiang Luoluo put a dozen or so berries into the stone pot, which simmered and bubbled in the center of the pot.

Tomorrow morning, I'll be able to enjoy a piece of braised meat that's bursting with fruity sweetness.

Lying on the straw mat, Jiang Luoluo and the young man Ge fell into a deep sleep. That night, Jiang Luoluo did not suffer from the poison, and the young man Ge was not tormented by nightmares.

In my dream, the air was filled with the fragrance of fruit.