Leisurely Farm Life in Beast World

Every family has some reserves, right? Within three days, those fifty pickled Humming Beasts were already in place.

Chief Ge Xing, with a grand wave of his hand, specially set aside an area to store these pickled Humming Beasts, just waiting for the Orcs from the Monte Tribe to take them home after the big trade fair ended.

As for the exchanged salt, Ji Nuan gave them the remaining salt from the previously harvested salt fruits, all packed in Beast Skin bags and stored in the warehouse.

Don’t say she’s being stingy; the salt she brought back this time was that red kind. It’s fine for their own tribesmen to use, but as for Orcs from other tribes...

Ji Nuan ruthlessly declared that it hadn’t come to that point yet.

That very day, Ya Li and Xiu Yan, having just returned, were unusually subjected to the unanimous scorn of the Tribe’s Hunting Squad.

There was no helping it; looking at the few hopping Long-eared Beasts and the scattered Yellow Sheep Beasts in the open breeding field, it truly didn’t do justice to the two powerful Orcs.

Not even as much as what an average squad would bring back in a day, at least they could catch a Humming Beast or a Green Bull Beast.

Faced with the schadenfreude of their fellow tribesmen, Xiu Yan with a cold face, Ya Li with a proud face.

Then...

Both turned around and sped back to their own houses.

Their faces were a bit hot, they indicated that they needed some quiet time.

It was rare to see the team leaders screw up, so the tribesmen understandably felt thrilled, promptly slaughtering another pickled Humming Beast to celebrate.

The salivating Monte Tribe Orcs, who had been longing for it, benefited.

Host and guest were both delighted.

After enjoying a few leisurely days, all the items for the great trade fair were finally sorted out.

Early in the morning, the calls of the Giggle Beasts reverberated through the Tribe, marking the start of a new day.

Female and young ones followed their partners. After bidding farewell to their families, the grand procession of Orcs headed towards Beast God Mountain.

On the day before they set off, several Orcs arrived in the Fire Seed Forest at the foot of Beast God Mountain.

Ahead was the snow-covered Beast God Mountain, but the temperature here was very comfortable. Fire-red leaves rustled in the wind, making fine whispering sounds.

Revealing the red fruits hidden inside.

Fire-red trees and fire-red fruits, they had never seen those before.

Harry turned to look at the tall and burly Orc beside him: "Otto, do you know what kind of tree this is?"

The Pangolin Orc didn’t speak, just slightly shook his head; this tree gave him a profoundly dangerous feeling.

Seeing him shake his head, Harry’s brows also slightly furrowed.

Otto was an Orc who had been saved by the old Shaman, with formidable strength. It was also because of the old Shaman’s respect that he was protected and brought along for training.

The old Shaman said Otto had been to many places and knew a lot, and could help him.

But even Otto didn’t know about this fiery red fruit tree.

"Dangerous," a deep and husky voice arose beside their ears.

Harry’s gaze shifted, a bit warily looking towards the fiery forest.

But Tuya, who was especially critical of Otto, once again courted death.

She sneered coldly, her gaze full of scorn as she looked at the Orc, brawny as a bear: "You boast about being the strongest Orc in the Tribe yet you’re scared by a few small trees.

I refuse to believe these trees pose any danger. Not only will I pluck their leaves, break their branches, but I’ll also eat their fruits.

Do you think they’ll sprout legs and come to kill me?"