Leisurely Farm Life in Beast World

Fu Yi not only brought over twenty orcs but also the heartfelt concerns of the females.

Ji Nuan gave him a speechless glance: "I also want our tribe members to come and see, but this place is so dangerous, who knows when a disaster like last time might occur again.

Orcs can run away, but what about the females?"

Fu Yi nodded, "That’s true, everybody witnessed the disaster last time."

A few orcs stepped forward from behind: "Shaman, we’ve heard that you’ve discovered another method of food storage, you’re truly amazing."

Ji Nuan laughed heartily: "It wasn’t just me, it was me, Xiu Yan, and Ya Li working together, and we also had the help of orcs from the beach."

The orcs nodded in agreement, but the look in their eyes towards her could not hide their admiration.

They were all orcs from the old Watson Tribe, and although they’ve left the old tribe for a new one, the new tribe was located some distance from the old one. They were to aid the Shaman and their fellow tribespeople by guarding the sub-tribe and nipping any signs of unrest in the bud.

Ji Nuan certainly recognized them, and always felt a unique sense of kinship towards the old members of the Watson Tribe.

"The next steps are up to you. I’ve now taught you the first method of storage; the other method involving salt curing is still being researched.

Once Ya Li finds the right amounts for the curing, we’ll use both methods together."

The orcs seemed like they were looking back at the frail juvenile female that once stood at Uncle Xiu Li’s cave entrance saying that Giggle Beasts were edible, and they all happily agreed with a grin.

The Watson Tribe here was bustling with activity, while on the other hand, the Monte Tribe was preparing to depart to deliver hunt to the old tribe.

The salt that was brought back this time was all on credit, with a promise to deliver food to the Watson Tribe once enough was collected.

Watching the wild beasts bound by vines still struggling behind him, Meng Tai’s eyes gleamed with joy.

Live beasts are hard to catch, but in this hot weather, dead prey is even harder to store.

The Monte Tribe didn’t have the curing methods of the Watson Tribe, so as soon as Meng Zhuo returned to the tribe, he summoned several team leaders and Shaman Meng Luo to discuss the matter of catching live beasts to pay off the debt.

The Monte Tribe was very unified in their opinion of the Watson Tribe, and even fought fiercely over the positions in the capture team.

After the hunt, delivering the prey was also the task of the capture team, which implied that they could visit the Watson Tribe again.

Thinking of the delicious food in the Watson Tribe made their mouths water so much that their beast skins in front almost got drenched.

Even if it’s just for one meal, that’s still a meal to savor.

They decisively raised their hands, but...

Orcs from families that were not well-off didn’t have such luck, as they needed to hunt more prey during the leisure time after hunting to allow the young and females in their homes to gain weight and survive the cold season.

"Father, we’re leaving then," Meng Tai said, leading the orcs behind him, each beast carrying two baskets on their back, and the baskets mostly carried young prey.

The juveniles were freely placed in the baskets while the more ferocious and mature beasts had their limbs and mouths bound before being put in.

Watching the figures of the orcs rapidly disappear into the Stone Field, Meng Zhuo silently wiped the sparkling drool from the corner of his mouth.

Could he admit that he too wished to deliver prey to the Watson Tribe, and by the way, mooch off some delicious food?