Leisurely Farm Life in Beast World

Ji Nuan chuckled, "Yes, it’s made from the water and stones in your porcelain bowls."

The old orc’s eyes shone brighter, "Then I will let the cubs go gather stones tomorrow, burn them into water and make such sharp iron weapons."

Ji Nuan helplessly shook her head, "Uncle, not just any ordinary stone can be used to make iron weapons. It must be iron ore or other types of metal ore."

The old orc showed complete confusion at her mention of other types of metal ore, but he understood the term ’iron ore’, "Did you mean only iron ore can be used to forge such sharp iron weapons?"

Ji Nuan nodded, "Yes, that’s why we need to ask the children where they got these stones they threw into the furnace."

The old orc laughed, "I know this. I heard that the Clan Leader found them on his last visit to the Dashi Tribe. The stones were red, so they all chose some to please their favourite females or to give to their own cubs."

My grandcub also brought back quite a lot. He gave them to his cub to play with, and this morning, the young ones brought them over to play and threw them in the fire.

Talking about his grandcub, the old orc looked full of love.

After hearing the old orc’s words, Ji Nuan remembered that there were half a basket of such stones in her storeroom. She didn’t pay much attention to them at first, just thought they were stones of a slightly special color. To her surprise, they turned out to be iron ore.

She excitedly said, "There is half a basket of iron ore in my storeroom. I’ll go get it and forge a larger iron tool."

The old orc was very excited and couldn’t wait. He instantly yelled, "Send two cubs to the witch doctor’s storeroom and bring back the basket of red stones."

The flustered look on the old orc’s face made Ji Nuan laugh. She turned to the rising orc and said, "It’s to the left when you enter the storeroom. The stones are in a basket."

The orc nodded and ran out.

The orc moved quickly and returned with a basket in no time at all, "Shaman, is this it?"

Ji Nuan walked over, looked at it, and smiled, "This is it."

The old orc gulped down the roasted meat in his hand in two or three bites, wiped his greasy hand on a nearby Beast Skin, and picked up the basket, "Shaman, let me handle this. Just tell me what shape you want it to be, and I’ll do it."

Ji Nuan nodded, picked up a charred stick, and drew a pattern of a long knife on the stone, "Just like this."

She then emphasized the blade part, "This part should be as thin as possible when the hammer is finally struck, and the grinding of the blade is also done here."

The old orc carefully moved the stone to a higher place before he said, "Melting iron ore is a bit difficult, and the process of forging iron might take until tomorrow’s dinner."

Ji Nuan smiled and replied, "It doesn’t matter. You just go and do it. We’re not in a hurry. Just remember not to let the orcs touch the sharp blade. If one of them cuts off a finger or an arm, there’s no way to reattach it."