Orc Girl's Tribal Daily Life

Chapter 55 Sewing Clothes for Ge

The simplest way to help someone out of a low mood is to keep giving them things to do. Once they're busy and overwhelmed, they won't remember any of their feelings.

Jiang Luoluo directed Mao without any politeness. Of course, she did this for Mao's own good, not to deliberately cause trouble—although these things should have been handled by He.

However, in order to distract Mao from unnecessary attention, Jiang Luoluo let Mao do it himself.

Not only were Mao's clothes soaked with sweat, but also the animal skin blanket were taken off by Jiang Luoluo, washed in a basin, and then hung to dry by the fire.

That should be enough to get it done by tomorrow morning.

Brown is "closing the door." Assembling more than ten wooden planks is no easy task, especially since Brown only has one arm, which makes things a bit inconvenient.

Seeing this, Mao wanted to get out of bed to help, but Jiang Luoluo held him down and shoved him back into the covers, not allowing him to come out.

Jiang Luoluo has recently traded a lot of jam for things, so she doesn't lack animal hides and linen, even though she gave her own animal hide blanket to Mao—the one she just washed is hers.

However, she could easily pick out a few pieces of animal hide and sew a new blanket for herself; it wasn't difficult, and since she was small, she wouldn't need a very large piece.

Lying on the stone bed, covered with a dry animal skin blanket, and listening to the sound of the cubs rubbing their bone needles through the animal skin not far away, Mao hadn't felt this sense of "not being alone" for a long time.

Since his mother, Butterfly, passed away, his father has been constantly on the hunt to support the family, rarely having time to stay home with him, nor being able to stay home with him.

The only sounds in his home were the crackling of firewood and his own breathing, day after day, year after year.

But now, he can clearly sense the presence of other people and hear them making sounds they've never made before in their own worlds.

Is this a dream? I really don't want to wake up, Mao thought.

"Wake up." Brown nudged Mao. "Are you asleep? Mao, you haven't taken your medicine yet. Get up and take it before you go back to sleep."

Mao woke up.

The cub had already sewed up a whole animal skin blanket and was laying it out at the other end of the stone bed—to prevent the cub from getting infected, Brown would sleep in the middle of the stone bed, separating the two of them.

After all, Brown is an adult orc warrior with much stronger resistance than a cub. It's not the kind of powerful infectious toxin that can easily infect him.

The stone bed is big enough for a family of four to sleep in at the same time. Even though only three people, including one cub, slept in it, there was still plenty of space.

Mao thought he would find it difficult to get used to, but he fell asleep again, whether it was because Brown's heavy snoring was too loud or because the cub's smacking sounds in its sleep were too cute.

When I woke up the next day, the brown was no longer visible in the cave. I opened the wooden door halfway and heard the sound of rain pouring down outside.

The cub was sitting on a small wooden stake, looking out from the cave entrance where the rain couldn't splash.

Mao realized he had probably overslept again, but since he was sick, it was normal for him to oversleep.

My arm strength has returned a bit, and at least when I pick up the wooden bowl, it's not as difficult as last night, and I don't have to worry about losing my grip and spilling it.

Jiang Luoluo was sewing a new animal skin outfit for the boy Ge according to her memory. When she heard the sound behind her, she put down what she was holding and ran over to give Mao Duan breakfast.

Because it had been raining since the morning, He deliberately didn't take Jiang Luoluo with him when he went out today, so that she could stay and take care of Mao.

However, Jiang Luoluo could tell that He was actually worried that she would get sick like Mao, and didn't want her to go out in the rain, so he made up this excuse.

Mao was infected with damp heat because seeing Jiang Luoluo's poisoning triggered memories of his mother's death.

As for Jiang Luoluo, although she herself has forgotten, what if she suddenly remembers something? Would she also get sick because of it? He dared not gamble.

Breakfast consisted of a large, tender piece of meat, with a slightly sweet taste—the meat was cooked in water with the leftover sweet meat broth from last night.

After finishing the meat, Mao took a bowl of herbal soup from the cub and drank it all in one gulp. The two then fell into a quiet gaze at each other.

Jiang Luoluo couldn't speak, while Mao didn't know what to say; his taciturn nature prevented him from opening his mouth.

Fortunately, Jiang Luoluo didn't care about this. After going through the hand-wiping process once, she returned to her little wooden stool and continued sewing the new animal skin clothes for the young man Ge.

Mao lay back down, his consciousness drifting in and out of sleep several times, waking up to the sound of rain and falling asleep again to the sound of rain.

The rain stopped for a while at noon, but started again in the afternoon. However, the rain was not heavy enough to make it necessary for He to send all the children home to take shelter. So the children on Little Stone Mountain continued their training in the rain.

Of course, Brown found it troublesome, but actually the children on Little Stone Mountain quite liked rainy days. What child of any age wouldn't like playing in the water?