Leisurely Farm Life in Beast World

The old Shaman cast a disdainful glance at the foolish-looking Chief Hasa standing next to him. His wrinkled face was full of disapproval—what’s wrong with that guy’s brain? Why isn’t he going to get the orcs to carry the prey? Why is he just standing here?

He extended a hoof and smacked Hasa, snapping the orc out of his daze. Feeling a bit embarrassed, Hasa looked at Ji Nuan: "Shaman Ji Nuan, isn’t this a bit too much? Maybe you should keep it for yourselves to eat."

Ji Nuan stared at him speechlessly: "We want to eat it too, but if we kill them now with the weather warming up, the meat will spoil.

Recycling the medicine powder on them isn’t very worthwhile, you know. My kind of medicine powder is quite precious."

The orcs in the cave had their cheeks twitch involuntarily. We can’t tell at all that you’re being stingy with it—would you call the powder that knocked out nearly three hundred Desert Wolves a small amount?

Stop exploiting our innocence, okay!

Ji Nuan didn’t share the leftover prey with Harry’s team.

"Shaman Harry, our little team is about to be back together soon, so I won’t split this food with you. Once your group runs out of food later, just come pick some up from me.

We need to take advantage of the warming weather to process this prey and smoke it all into jerky; otherwise, food on the road will be a major problem for us."

Harry’s face lit up with a big smile. As someone who could normally keep emotions off his face, he was starting to show signs of being adorably silly.

"I’ll have Norz come over in a bit to help with handling this prey." Instantly, being reunited with the small team lit up Harry’s contribution instincts.

Ji Nuan nodded: "Let Tuya come help process the meat too. It’s not safe for her to stay alone in the cave."

And so the few orcs agreed on the upcoming plans.

But as they were cleaning up the prey, Chief Hasa showed up with an orc from the Hunting Team to lend a hand.

The prey was cleaned up with speed and skill by the orcs, totally on point. The neatly cleaned Desert Wolves were hung on racks, and their pelts were washed and hung up as well.

They even occupied Maomao and their crew’s cave, sparking dissatisfaction among the few.

But under the absolute suppression of their "master," they ended up subdued anyway.

They could only huddle pitifully in a small corner.

"Good Maomao, we’ll be done smoking all this meat into jerky soon. It won’t take long at all,"

Ji Nuan offered a half-hearted comfort to the family head Maomao and then rolled up her sleeves to get to work.

This constant busy work went on for a whole week before they finally finished smoking all the meat.

Looking at the cave now filled to the brim with jerky, Ji Nuan let out a satisfied breath, feeling secure that they had food stashed away.

After a day’s rest, Ji Nuan sent Norz to invite the old Shaman and Chief Hasa’s tribe to their cave for dinner.

When it came to the food made by Shaman Ji Nuan’s team, the old Shaman and Chief Hasa had long heard rumors of its reputation. There was no way they’d refuse—they eagerly agreed.

For dinner, Ji Nuan made a big pot of stew. The rich aroma of the meat broth and the completely non-gamey flavor of the orc meat almost made the old Shaman and Chief Hasa swallow their tongues. It was simply too delicious.

"Who would’ve thought food cooked with the Fire Seed could taste this good," the old Shaman remarked with deep feeling.

Their tribe had a Fire Seed too, but it was kept in a separate cave and guarded by dedicated orcs—it wasn’t used often.