Leisurely Farm Life in Beast World

"I just went to look for you in your tent. That cunning fellow Ge Xing said you were out. When I asked him where you were, he wouldn’t tell me, hmph~" said the elderly orc, his tone filled with clear irritation towards Chief Ge Xing.

Ji Nuan couldn’t help but find it amusing.

"Cub, you shouldn’t laugh. I tell you, that old bloke’s probably afraid I’ll get that precious medicine powder from you." As he said this, he salivated at the small leaf package Ji Nuan had put aside.

Ji Nuan finished bandaging the orc’s wound, then bent down to take two smaller leaf packages out of his basket and handed them to the old shaman. "I divided the medicine into four packages yesterday. Please take the ones for the Dashi Tribe and the Grey Bear Tribe. If you would like, you can also take Meng Tai’s share."

As she said this, she handed him another packet.

The old shaman, trembling slightly, took the three small leaf packages, his weathered face filled with elation. "Is... is this really for us?"

Ji Nuan said with a smile, "Of course, after our Watson Tribe arrived here, we received a lot of care from the Dashi and the Grey Bear Tribes. If producing this medicine wasn’t so difficult, I would have liked to give you even more."

The corner of the old shaman’s mouth instantly spread to his ears in a smile so wide his teeth showed but his eyes didn’t. Treasuring the three packets, he tucked them into his chest and declared grandiosely, "Ji Nuan cub, if you ever need anything, feel free to come to us at the Dashi Tribe. If that Shi Jie boy dares to say anything nonsense, I’ll wallop him."

The two orcs on the beast skin mat exchanged a glance, their mouths twitching. Shaman Uncle, you’re really not giving our Chief any face, huh?

A soft groan echoed in the tent, and Ji Nuan and the others immediately turned to look at the large stone.

The orc who had been unconscious after receiving treatment yesterday was finally awake. The prolonged immobility made his body ache and he couldn’t help but moan.

Ji Nuan walked over and asked softly, "Does your wound hurt?"

The orc, looking baffled, shook his head. "No, it doesn’t hurt. Are you the divine envoy of the Beast God? Am I dead?"

Ji Nuan, "..." If you were dead, who did I save yesterday? A humming beast?

Unable to watch anymore, the old shaman quickly stepped forward, slapping the orc’s head fiercely while asking with a stern face, "Are you awake now?"

Ji Nuan, "!!!"

Goodness! You really more than just tough, huh?

Looking up at the wrinkled old face, the orc instantly sobered, "Shaman Uncle?"

The old shaman harrumphed, "At least you recognized me and didn’t mistake me for the Beast God."

The orc’s face turned bright red instantly, and he laughed awkwardly.

The interaction between the two orcs amused Ji Nuan. She asked again, "Does your wound hurt?"

The orc blinked, "No, it feels kind of cool."

Ji Nuan smiled, "Even though it doesn’t hurt anymore, you still can’t move around. You need to rest in bed. Your wound is severe, and it will take a long time to heal."

The orc obediently nodded his head.

"Uncle, my mate..." said the orc, looking at the old shaman.

The old shaman waved his hand, "Your mate is fine. Seeing you getting better, she took the cub back to the tent to prepare meat for you."

The orc broke into a foolish grin and nodded.

"Uncle Shaman, Shaman Ji Nuan!" As they were talking about the orc’s mate, a young female voice came from the entrance of the tent.

As Ji Nuan and the others turned to look, they saw a petite young female orc entering the tent, carrying a piece of raw meat.