Orc Girl's Tribal Daily Life

Chapter 114 Needle Rain (The second half may need to be reread)

As for staying by the witch's side and assisting her, not to mention that the witch can handle these things on her own in her daily life, even if the witch needs to cultivate her own successor, she doesn't need such a complicated method at all.

The shaman's achievement ended in that instant, and the lineage was over.

The things he should know would naturally appear in his mind.

Therefore, a shaman does not need servants or caregivers around him, or people to help him learn. Even if someone follows a shaman to learn, it is only to join the guard team.

The shaman is the most knowledgeable person in the tribe, but before becoming a shaman, he could also be the most ignorant.

For someone aspiring to become a shaman, learning is utterly superfluous.

……

Jiang Luoluo and Ge Cai hadn't been working for very long when they heard scattered footsteps coming from the doorway.

The group of people stopped what they were doing and walked towards the door of the wooden house.

As soon as I stepped out the door, I saw several tribesmen covered in blood, supporting each other as they walked towards the wooden house.

Without the shaman needing to turn around and give instructions, Jiang Luoluo and Ge had already quickly gathered up all the herbs on the ground, as well as some other items piled up nearby, and moved them to both sides, leaving enough open space in the middle so that the injured tribespeople could go into the house and have a place to stay.

The shaman's wooden house was not very large, and with the herb cabinets, it seemed even smaller. When a few clansmen came in, they took up most of the space, making it difficult to move around or even turn sideways.

Normally, the clansmen who come to see the shaman wait in the open space outside the wooden house. However, it is currently the rainy season, and it is raining heavily outside. We cannot allow them to receive medical treatment while they are suffering from blood loss and hypothermia in the rain.

Seeing the blood of her people mixed with rainwater flowing down, leaving faint red stains on the floor of the wooden house, Jiang Luoluo couldn't help but glance outside the house.

Jiang Luoluo didn’t know if it was just her imagination, but she always felt that the rain on the mountaintop seemed to be much lighter than the rain at the foot of the mountain or in other places.

Perhaps it wasn't just her imagination, Jiang Luoluo looked at the huge flame burning brightly in the distance—after all, even a small flame could burn normally in such heavy rain.

Jiang Luoluo curiously approached the fire, wondering why it wasn't going out in such heavy rain. Upon getting closer, she discovered that the rainwater couldn't reach the fire at all; it evaporated into water vapor some distance away from the flame.

Thus, the strange scene of a flame burning fiercely in the heavy rain came about.

Jiang Luoluo put the matter of the fire seed out of her mind and began to observe the injuries of several clansmen.

The injured tribesmen did not have any fatal injuries—of course, Jiang Luoluo was not sure what kind of injuries were fatal to the tribesmen, but judging from the way these tribesmen were still able to play around with each other, they certainly could not be fatal.

These are just ordinary external injuries. Even without treatment, Jiang Luoluo estimates that given the physical condition of the tribespeople, they can recover normally after a period of rest.

However, the effects of self-recovery and treatment with medication after injury are definitely not the same.

The former takes longer and has a greater negative impact on the body, while the latter can not only accelerate recovery, but the herbs can also, to some extent, compensate for the physical damage caused by the injury.

Since medication can help them recover faster and regain their health, no one would choose the former and test the body's self-healing ability.

Wu and Ge began to help treat the wounds on the injured tribesmen. Jiang Luoluo, being petite and agile enough, was directed to run around the house, fetching various herbs and boiling them in the side room next door.

It's unclear whether Wu trusted Jiang Luoluo's extensive experience in making jam over such a long period of time, or whether she trusted Jiang Luoluo because of inherited memories.

After giving a brief instruction on the precautions for boiling the herbs, Wu entrusted the task of boiling the herbs to Jiang Luoluo, letting Jiang Luoluo busy herself in the side room.

The injuries suffered by these wounded tribesmen were not only from the needle rain, but also from cuts, scratches, impact injuries, and even falls from heights.

Some of the tribesmen still have scars left by wild animals, with scars that stretch across half of their chests. Upon closer inspection, it can be seen that these were scratches caused by a single claw of a wild animal.

Even though the tribespeople only ventured to the edge of the Taz Forest near the tribe during the rainy season, they still encountered various wild animals.

Or perhaps it is precisely because of the rainy season that wild animals appear on the edge of the Taz Forest near the tribe.

To be honest, the reason is probably that the rain obscures the scents left by the tribespeople, making it impossible for wild animals to distinguish the scents left by the tribespeople's activities, and also making it impossible for them to find their way in the downpour.

Only then will they be disoriented and wander around the tribe.

Therefore, after each rainy season, the tribe will organize a cleanup activity to check for any wild animals that may be approaching or hiding near the tribe.

Of course, there will also be some wild beasts that can navigate in the rain or have their own unique skills. Relying on their confidence in their own strength, they will fearlessly approach the tribe, or even deliberately approach it, hoping to take advantage of the heavy rain to attack the tribe.

Over 1,500 years of living together, not only have the tribes become familiar with this environment, but the wild animals in this environment have also become familiar with the tribes.

Some wild animals have etched their hatred for the tribe into their inherited genes, so that their offspring are also filled with hatred for the tribe.

As luck would have it, the beast encountered the tribesmen who were felling trees. A battle broke out between the two, and a rain of needles fell instantly, soaking them and leaving them all in a sorry state.

However, compared to wild animals, the tribesmen are at a disadvantage, since they don't have the thick fur that wild animals have to protect them for longer.

So the beast originally wanted to run away, but in its moment of rage, it chose to attack... leaving a scar on its tribesman and taking its own life.

The wounds of the tribesmen were bloody and mangled, a truly gruesome sight, and the methods used to treat them were so simple and brutal that it was chilling.

The shaman asked Jiang Luoluo to boil herbs, intending to keep her away from such a bloody scene.

For tribal people, from a very young age, almost consciously, they begin to accept and become accustomed to being injured. Blood and wounds are essential nutrients for everyone's growth.

However, Wu subconsciously avoided letting Jiang Luoluo come into contact with this thing that she should have gotten used to.

The shaman instinctively believed that the young cub, Luo, would find it difficult to accept such a thing. This was an intuitive judgment, and the tribe always respected intuition.

It's not that Jiang Luoluo is so fragile that she can't stand the sight of bloodshed, but rather that while other children would just glance at such injuries and forget about them, Jiang Luoluo would think about them much more deeply.

It's even possible that the visual shock might cause her to have nightmares in the middle of the night, affecting her mental state, so it's best to avoid it if possible.

Ignorance is bliss.

Some things are more frightening precisely because we know more about them.

Although she didn't get a close look, Jiang Luoluo still observed the injuries on her people.

Jiang Luoluo was a little curious. In her long period of observation and witnessing, she discovered the tribespeople.

Regardless of age or age, the reaction to injuries is quite indifferent, and most people don't even care.

Very few people would let out such a loud scream of pain.

This cannot be explained by a strong will or a powerful belief. Even if some individuals are like this, it cannot be guaranteed that the entire group is like this.

Even among the most resolute and courageous people, there will eventually be some who are not so determined.

However, the tribespeople's behavior did not seem to indicate a lack of pain sensitivity. In Jiang Luoluo's own experience, all her senses were exceptionally sensitive, allowing her to detect extremely subtle changes in her body, even pain.

So why do the tribesmen have such an almost indifferent reaction to pain... Jiang Luoluo couldn't help but think of the animal documentaries she had watched before.

Jiang Luoluo felt that the tribe's reaction to injury and pain was like that of wild beasts in those documentaries.

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"You've all had a hard day. Go back and get some rest. It's nothing serious, don't worry." The shaman saw the cub and Ge to the door, looked at the cub, smiled, and said.

After treating all the injured members of the tribe, it was nearly midnight.

Walking through the pitch-black, rainy night, Jiang Luoluo felt neither fear nor dread, for in her palm she held a burning flame.

Warmth and light enveloped her.

There were no protective measures in place, but the flames did not burn Jiang Luoluo in the slightest.

Perhaps worried that Jiang Luoluo might be scared, when the two left, the witch specially took a handful of fire from the fire and placed it in Jiang Luoluo's palm so that she could take it home.

It has the same effect as shining a flashlight.

If it were a normal night, there would be no need to do this. The tribespeople have excellent eyesight and can see objects clearly even at night as long as there is a little light.

But under the cover of rain during the rainy season, the sky is gloomy and dark even during the day, and becomes even darker and darker at night, so you can only rely on your body's memory to walk blindly.

It was possible for a child to bear the oppressive feeling of extreme darkness, but a child might not be able to withstand it, so the shaman took some fire to give the cub Luo some light.

Jiang Luoluo was somewhat moved, but also somewhat hesitant to move.

Her overly sensitive sense of touch allowed her to clearly distinguish that the handful of burning ash in her palm was not ash left from burning wood...

As for which ancestor it was, that's hard to say.

However, Jiang Luoluo didn't actually feel scared. Her overactive mind might have conjured up many unpleasant images in an attempt to evoke her fear.

But her body's instincts kept reassuring her that it was safe, preventing her from feeling any fear.

Perhaps it was too quiet, making the descent seem rather long; Jiang Luoluo felt as if she had never walked such a long way before.

Fortunately, they finally made it home.

Only after returning to the cave and placing the burning embers in her hand into the existing fire in the cave, thus completing this great ancestral handover, did Jiang Luoluo finally seem relieved and relaxed.

To be honest, it feels amazing to hold our ancestors in our hands; most people probably can't understand this feeling.

Jiang Luoluo felt that the customs of the tribe were a bit too wild, but at the same time she felt that the relationships passed down through generations were actually quite heartwarming.

Yes, that's right, warm and cozy.

Who says it's not heartwarming to hold our ancestors in the palm of our hands?

Fortunately, there were no plans for the next day. Jiang Luoluo slept in late before slowly getting up to get ready, enjoying her rare moment of relaxation.

It's unclear whether even the heavens didn't want her to rest, but not long after lunch, an extremely noisy sound came from the entrance of the cave.

A long procession that surprised Jiang Luoluo appeared at her doorstep, led by Chong, whom she had met at her home.

The team that Chong brought each carried a wooden wine barrel that was taller than a person, filled to the brim with something unknown.

Upon seeing Jiang Luoluo, Chong waved enthusiastically and uttered a sentence that sent chills down Jiang Luoluo's spine in an instant.

"Luo, I've brought you some fruit."

Wait a minute!

What?! What's being delivered?! What's been delivered?!

Zhong clearly didn't understand Jiang Luoluo's shock. He simply directed everyone to put their things down, and the others ran away in a swarm.

Only Chong stayed behind and spoke a few words to Ge, explaining the reason.

The reason, of course, is the tools that Jiang Luoluo made when we were building that place a couple of days ago.

Jiang Luoluo made the tools with the mindset that they were for others to use. However, others did not think that way. Since the tools were made by Jiang Luoluo, they belonged to her.

They not only used the tools, but they also wore them out because they used them too hard. Although they later remade the tools, they still couldn't help but feel grateful for Jiang Luoluo's kindness.

So, taking advantage of the free time after the needle rain ended, Chong and his friends gathered a number of tribesmen and went for a short walk into the depths of the Taz Forest, bringing back a lot of fruit—Chief Jing wouldn't allow them to go out if there were too few people.

"Wait a minute, they went to the Taz Forest, so where did this barrel come from?" Jiang Luoluo wondered.

Go looked at the cub's expression and asked the same question.

“Oh, we ran into Cong on the way, and he lent us these.” Chong scratched his head. “Cong said these were originally meant to be delivered to you, so he just let us use them.”

Jiang Luoluo closed her eyes, feeling as if she had been ambushed by Cong.

But thinking about how Cong had been working overtime to make brick molds all this time, it was all thanks to Jiang Luoluo... Well, neither of them said anything to the other.

Looking at the cave, there were more than a dozen wooden barrels filled with fruit, which filled the already empty cave space so much that there was no room to stand.

Jiang Luoluo closed her eyes tightly.

Finally, resigned, he opened the barrel lid to check the types of fruit inside.