Leisurely Farm Life in Beast World

Ji Nuan, standing to the side, instructed Xiu Yan, and after completing one, the Orc, in visibly good spirits, returned to his labor.

What surprised Ji Nuan was that the paper made after soaking in cold water, though rough, was quite soft and slightly yellow, but still quite suitable for wiping.

The era of using leaves for wiping had finally ended, and Ji Nuan was so moved, she almost cried.

The following days, the two Orcs began their secluded paper-making days.

Outside, after a few sunny days, a blizzard began howling again, as if intending to swallow the entire oasis.

Their cave was blocked by snow many times, and without clearing it, the air inside would become extremely thin.

Three elderly Orcs in the Sahara Tribe died because of this.

Due to the harsh weather, the Orcs did not go out to hunt; without camels to ride, they dared not hunt about the snow-covered desert.

Losing their way would only lead to one dead end for them.

Food was becoming increasingly scarce, and the Orcs began reducing their intake, trying to save food for the females.

Not only the Sahara Tribe Orcs, but even Harry and his group also fell into a food crisis.

"How much food do we have left?" Harry’s cheeks were somewhat sunken, his hair no longer smooth and shiny, hanging at the back of his head like straw.

Casa and Norz were not much better off, the three Orcs looked quite gaunt.

"We still have nine Desert Wolves and some berries," Casa said, lips pursed, his voice somewhat dry.

They had long run out of firewood, even those they brought from the lake had been used up.

Having no way to warm themselves, now with food about to run out as well, made the Orcs anxious.

Tuya held a small piece of beast meat in her hand, drops of water dripping down—it was frozen meat melting in her hand.

"We’ll share it. If you don’t eat, you won’t survive the cold season."

Tuya was extremely anxious in her heart. They had ventured out together, if all the Orcs died, what would be the point in her remaining alone?

She tried hard to tear the palm-sized meat into four parts, placing them in their hands: "Eat, if anything happens to you, what will I do? I’m still waiting for you to protect me back to the Tribe to find my father.

Let’s conserve these foods for now. We don’t have much left, and the Sahara Tribe surely has even less.

Perhaps they’ll go out hunting in a few days. There’s still a month until the end of the cold season, we’ll have a chance to hunt."

The three Orcs glanced at the melting frozen meat in their hands, their Adam’s apples moving, yet they had no intention of eating.

Seeing them like this, Tuya also put the meat on a rock beside her: "If you don’t eat, then I won’t either. Anyway, I can’t survive alone, might as well accompany you to meet the Beast Lord."

The three Orcs frowned, exchanged glances, and finally stuffed the small pieces of meat into their mouths.

The frozen meat was not tasty, but to them, it was precious, not to be wasted.

Meanwhile, in the old Shaman’s cave, Chief Hasa and the old Shaman also wore troubled expressions.