Chapter 888 - 887: The Unbearable Pain of the Beast
Ji Nuan nervously revealed a sycophantic smile, "I just wanted to test how heavy the rain was."
Xiu Yan glanced at her and threw the Giggle Beast he had just caught from the backyard, ready for food, into the rain.
The Giggle Beast seemed to be enduring unbearable agony, frantically flapping its wings and letting out pitiful screams as it scuttled towards the shelter of the corridor.
Watching the miserable state of the Giggle Beast, Ji Nuan’s heart tightened—she really had been foolish just now.
For the small and medium-sized tribes that had joined the Watson Tribe, this cold season felt like they had arrived at the domain of Lord Beast God.
Waking up every day on a warm kang, eating hot food, and only going out to patrol every few days.
Without the cold, hunger, or death, these newly joined tribesmen were instantly determined in their loyalty to the Watson Tribe.
Lashing rain fell upon the Beast World Continent, awakening the dormant forests, mountains, and rivers.
But no one knew that a very severe disaster was waiting for them.
After the rainy season, all the tribes became busy, with the orc men and females of the Watson Tribe starting to tidy up the fields and sow the seeds.
On the third day after the rainy season, the orc men from the Dashi Tribe and the Gray Bear Tribe came to the Watson Tribe.
These two tribes had always been very supportive of the Watson Tribe, having helped them in the past.
So Xiu Yan directly led a team of orcs to start teaching them how to build houses.
This marked the beginning of a busy life in the fire season.
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Chun, who had joined the Watson Tribe last year, was making lunch today and awkwardly found that she had run out of salt at home. Since the place to exchange for salt was quite far, she could only take her small porcelain pot and go to her neighbor’s house next door.
"Hua, are you there?"
Hua, who was busy in the kitchen, heard her neighbor Chun’s call and walked out, wiping her hands with a puzzled look.
Seeing Chun standing at her door, she waved and smiled, "I’m here, what’s up, Chun? Didn’t you make food?"
Chun held up her little pot for Hua to see, "We’ve run out of salt at home, the food is still in the pot. I’ve come to borrow some, and I’ll give it back to you when I get more this afternoon."
Hua just waved her hands with a smile, "Don’t worry about returning it, I’ll pour some for you. I don’t have much left either, we’ll go exchange together in the afternoon."
Chun nodded with a smile and hurried back home with the porcelain pot half-filled with salt to continue cooking.
Meanwhile, in the forest, a small squad from the Watson Tribe was heading towards the tribe with grave expressions. They had a very bad piece of news to deliver to the Clan Leader and the Shaman.
Ji Nuan had set aside a small patch of medicinal garden in her yard, where she grew some very rare herbs.
There were even a few sprouting gingers in there.
During the cold season, some young orc scouts had caught colds and fevers but did not pay much attention, passing the illness to their young offspring at home.
How could the younglings’ resistance compare to that of the orcs? They fell ill that very night, and Ji Nuan had concocted a bitter brew from ginger and several herbs.
After the little ones drank it, their fever subsided that very night.
This caused the tribespeople to gaze at ginger with even more fervor. If not for Ji Nuan’s interference, they might have rushed forward to gobble it up.