Chapter 1194 - 1193: Gave it to me?
"You... you’re giving this to me?" The old shaman rarely stuttered, his weathered face full of disbelief.
Ji Nuan smiled and nodded. "Thank you for teaching me about desert herbs. This is my gift of gratitude."
"Since you don’t understand the script of our tribe, I replaced the text with illustrations. The drawings next to the herbs represent the illnesses they can treat."
"Take a look now, and if there’s anything you don’t understand, I can explain it to you."
After hearing Ji Nuan’s words, the old shaman finally believed it was real. Their tribe now had something that could be passed down as heritage.
He trembled as he opened the beast skin notebook in his hands and began to carefully examine it again, asking Ji Nuan about anything he didn’t understand.
Ji Nuan’s drawing skills were quite impressive; every herb was illustrated so clearly that even the orcs could recognize them.
Though the illustrations of the illnesses were a bit challenging, Ji Nuan had specially marked the injured areas. Coupled with her explanations, the old shaman quickly grasped the meaning.
After Ji Nuan left, the old shaman took out a piece of beast skin that he had long treasured and carefully wrapped the notebook in it.
This had now become the most precious item in the tribe.
Later, the orcs organizing herbs discovered that the old shaman was in an extremely good mood that afternoon.
Even when they accidentally sorted the herbs incorrectly, he patiently had them go through them again and fix the mistakes.
Unlike before, when he used to yell at the orcs.
Equipped with the herbal knowledge taught by the old shaman, Ji Nuan and Xiu Yan set off on a herb-gathering excursion the next day.
Although some herbs were no longer available, the majority could still be found.
The two returned to the Sahara Tribe at dawn on the day before the cold season began. Ada, as always, was stationed at the entrance to the firewood cave.
Ji Nuan couldn’t help but admire the incredible sense of responsibility this orc had.
Every day, he woke up early to sit vigil at the cave entrance, returning only for his evening meal.
If Ji Nuan hadn’t insisted on not keeping night watch, Ada would probably have brought over his beast skin mat to stay there permanently.
Ada’s steadfast nature deeply impressed Ji Nuan, and she decided that once everyone had adapted to the cold season’s weather, she would take a look at Ada’s injured leg.
After all, no orc wanted to lose their ability to hunt permanently, especially not someone like Ada, who was a third-level evolved orc.
After sorting and packing the herbs they had gathered, Ji Nuan and Xiu Yan began heating the kang stove.
Ji Nuan noticed that the entrances to all the caves in the tribe had been blocked off with large stones.
Sitting atop the warm kang stove, Ji Nuan started organizing the herbs needed to treat leg injuries.
Xiu Yan, meanwhile, leaned lazily against the kang, his strong and slender arms supporting his head as his sharp gaze followed Ji Nuan’s busied movements.
The flames within the firepit crackled intermittently, making soft popping sounds.
The atmosphere inside the cave was tranquil and cozy, easing the spirits of everyone within.
"Ah~" Ji Nuan stretched with a big lazy yawn. "Finally finished sorting."
She looked up at the orc who lay lazily on his side. "What time is it now?"
Xiu Yan sat up, pulled her over to his side, and gently kneaded her slightly sore arms. "It’s almost midnight."
In other words, the cold season was arriving soon. They said that the desert’s cold season brought several days of violent sandstorms that lashed against you like an orc’s sharp claws tearing through flesh.
During such storms, no orc would set foot outside.
Ji Nuan looked expectantly toward the cave entrance. "I wonder what the desert’s cold season will look like?"