Leisurely Farm Life in Beast World

"Great! Let’s set off!" Ji Nuan abruptly stood up from the beast skin mat, raising her fist and excitedly announcing.

The three Orcs inside the tent looked bafflingly at her.

"What are you looking at? Hurry up and organize the Orcs, we are going out to scavenge... to collect herbs. Pick a lot to take back to the tribe."

As soon as Ya Li and Fu Yi heard the word ’scavenge’, their eyes gleamed, and they immediately ran out to organize the Orcs.

"When are we leaving for the tribe?" Xiu Yan tidied up Ji Nuan’s disheveled hair and asked gently.

Ji Nuan chuckled, "Today we will devote our time to collecting herbs, and then we’ll set off tomorrow. I also want to get back quickly."

Xiu Yan nodded and walked outside, "I’ll go find Ya Li for a set of clothes."

Seeing Xiu Yan draped in a Beast Skin and a skirt made of skins around his waist, Ji Nuan nearly burst out laughing, waving her hands, "Go on, go."

Once everything was ready, the "Locust Army" of the Watson Tribe set off towards the Kunteng Forest. Apart from Ji Nuan who traveled lightly, every Orc was carrying two baskets each.

Several types of herbs found in Kunteng Forest are rarely seen in Eneru Forest, but they can be eaten like wild vegetables here.

So when the Orcs of the Nacha Tribe found out that the Watson Tribe was going to collect these herbs, they just smirked and went back to report.

...

"Shaman." After letting the two beasts go, Nakula brought the ’high-priced’ medicinal powder to the old Shaman’s tent.

Although it was strange that Nakula had returned so soon, the old Shaman still paused his work: "Come in, Nakula."

Watching the Orc walk into the tent, the old Shaman was slightly puzzled: "Didn’t you leave not long ago? Why have you come back so soon?"

Nakula sat down and passed the leaf package in his hand to the old Shaman: "This is the treatment for the worm disease you wanted. I only managed to get this small packet."

The old Shaman was somewhat excited as he took it, sniffing it carefully: "This Shaman is really clever. She mixed Tasteless Grass into the powder. Now I can’t figure out what this medicine is."

There was a hint of regret in his tone.

Thinking about the 50 Divine Wood Tree leaves he had traded for this small packet of medicine, Nakula’s face cringed.

"And this packet of medicine?"

The old Shaman placed the medicinal powder on a large leaf in front of him: "Find an Orc with the worm disease."

"You want to try the effect of this medicine?"

The old Shaman nodded: "If it really works, it seems that we cannot offend this Watson Tribe."

All Nakula could do was nod, and he went to fetch an Orc with a swollen belly and a waxen face: "Shaman, in our tribe right now, he is the one suffering most severely from the worm disease."

The old Shaman directly handed the medicinal powder to the Orc, his face full of compassion: "This is the medicine for the worm disease exchanged from the tribe. Once you eat it, the worm disease will be cured."

Based on the old Shaman’s prestige in the tribe, the Orcs bereaved trust him heartily. He excitedly took the medicine and dumped it into his mouth.

Nakula even handed the Orc some water considerately.

Not long after taking the powder, the Orc suddenly ran out of the tent feeling terribly uncomfortable, clutching his stomach, and began to vomit violently.