Orc Girl's Tribal Daily Life

Chapter 7, Night 1 Passes By

When young Ge returned in the night, a faint, unconscious warm smile lingered on his face.

He tried to hold back, but couldn't help speaking to Jiang Luoluo with some excitement, "Luo, everyone says the soup is delicious and they really like it."

"Okay, okay," Jiang Luoluo nodded, "I understand."

While the young man Ge was out, Jiang Luoluo had almost finished packing everything. She filled the stone pot with water and put in chopped and washed pieces of meat.

That way, I can have a hot breakfast as soon as I wake up tomorrow morning... After all, cooking with a stone pot is really too troublesome and a waste of time.

I skimmed off the first few scum bubbles from the stone pot while it was cooking the meat, and then adjusted the position of the stone pot to keep it away from the fire. I cooked it slowly over a low flame so that I wouldn't forget to get up in the middle of the night to add water and let it boil dry.

Young Ge composed himself and prepared to sleep with the cub, only to find the cub squatting in front of a pile of wooden bowls, looking quite troubled.

"What? A wooden bowl the size of a stone pot?" the young man asked, gesturing as he saw the cub.

"What's it for? You don't need such a big bowl for eating, Luo." Young Ge asked, full of doubt.

"Of course it's for washing your face and brushing your teeth!" Jiang Luoluo's eyes widened, realizing that she couldn't express it with actions at all... because the people in the tribe didn't even have the concept of washing themselves.

If something gets dirty, they will clean it up. But if it's just normal life, they might not wash their face or wipe their hands for ten days or half a month.

But Jiang Luoluo wasn't a native of the tribe! She couldn't accept that after she ate meat with her hands, the kitchen utensils that the young man Ge brought back only included two wooden spoons, and no chopsticks.

That's true. Chopsticks only came into existence when there was a need for them. In primitive times when cooking utensils were stone pots, people would only cook some hot soup and use a spoon, so there was no need for chopsticks.

At most, they would use a sharpened stone knife as an aid, like a fork, to stab food. But there was only one stone knife, and the young man Ge didn't trust Jiang Luoluo to use it. Jiang Luoluo was also hesitant to use it... It had just been used to cut raw meat.

So Jiang Luoluo could only eat with her hands, getting oil all over her hands and mouth.

Most kids would just wipe it off with their clothes or arms, but Jiang Luoluo, as a mature adult, would never do something like that.

The clothes she was wearing were made from the young witch's clothes, and they were very precious!

However, after searching for a long time, Jiang Luoluo still couldn't find a suitable tool to use as a washbasin.

There were only a few wooden bowls about the size of her head—plates or basins, like chopsticks, which only appear when there is an environment where they can be used.

For the people in the tribe, they are used to eating roasted meat and boiled soup. The meat can be eaten by hand, and the soup can be served in a bowl, so there is no need to develop more tools.

They didn't even realize they were supposed to eat at the table—for the young wizard, the table was just a workbench, not a place to eat.

Just as young Go said, fire has a special and important meaning for the tribe. Therefore, when the tribe members eat, they will gather around the fire instead of using some kind of container to take the food to other places to eat.

"I understand. I'll go find Cong tomorrow and ask him for help." Although he didn't know what the cub was going to do, young Ge nodded in agreement.

He will try his best to make everything Luo wants.

Jiang Luoluo nodded. Cong was a carpenter-like person in the tribe. Most of the wooden bowls and other similar items were made by Cong, his father, his father's father, and so on.

For tribes, many skills that require a bit of technical expertise can be considered professions passed down through generations.

For example, carpenters who make bowls, chopsticks, and shelves; stonemasons who sharpen knives and make stone pots...

Making wooden bowls and similar containers is not as simple as just carving a piece of wood into a bowl shape. A layer of plant-based liquid, such as tung oil, must be applied to the surface to prevent water from seeping in and cracking.

It seems that how to collect, store, and use this tung oil-like plant liquid is the most fundamental means of livelihood for carpenters.

Jiang Luoluo quickly tugged at the young man, "Two! Two wooden basins!"

It's not that each person has a specific type of product, but rather that they are different for different purposes, such as washing the face and washing the feet. To avoid the terrible situation of developing athlete's foot on the face, it's better to make a distinction from the beginning!

Young Ge nodded in agreement, and Jiang Luoluo then prepared to go to sleep. Although there was no washbasin to wash up, she had thought of an alternative.

Of the several animal skin and linen clothes that young Ge brought back, Jiang Luoluo chose the softest linen one, wet a corner of it, and used it as a towel to wipe her face and arms.

She even pulled the young man down and wiped his face, removing the barely visible, dried tear stains.

"Did you learn this from a witch, Luo?" The young man, Ge, blinked.

In the tribe, only the young shamans carry a clean piece of linen with them and wipe themselves clean as soon as they get dirty.

Rather than being a clean person, the reason why young shamans are not so much clean-loving is because they need to handle a large number of herbs every day. If they cannot keep their bodies pure, different herbs may mix and turn the healing herbs into poison.

Young Go didn't think much of it, assuming that the cub had learned the young shaman's ways from him—all the children in the tribe were the same, they liked to learn and imitate the behavior of adults.

Jiang Luoluo thought about what she had seen at the young witch's place, then nodded. This was a good reason; she would use it.

The stone bed was large enough to accommodate a family of three or four sleeping together, and it was covered with a thick layer of dry grass.

But lying down, Jiang Luoluo still felt uncomfortable. The cub's tender and soft skin felt itchy when it came into contact with the hay, making her uncomfortable no matter how she lay down.

Young Ge noticed the cub's discomfort and quickly brought over a pile of animal skin clothes, laying them under the cub.

Jiang Luoluo was embarrassed. Actually, her body wasn't that delicate; it was more of a psychological effect. People who are used to sleeping on a soft bed find it really hard to change in a short time.

It's just that there were no insects in the cave; otherwise, lying on the haystack, Jiang Luoluo would have been worried about insects crawling on her all night and wouldn't have been able to rest at all.

Jiang Luoluo said goodnight to the young man with gestures, and then fell into a deep sleep surrounded by the slightly smelly animal hides, in the flickering firelight in the cave, and in the slowly spreading aroma of meat.