Orc Girl's Tribal Daily Life

Chapter 54 Repairing Old Things

Mao didn't know when he fell asleep.

Perhaps it was when the cub placed the stone-crushing knife next to his pillow that the cool touch, like a mother's caress, gave him a rare sense of security.

When he opened his eyes again, the cave was filled with a sweet aroma. Mao recognized it as the smell of fruit paste, which he had been using to make soup these past few days.

Lying on the stone bed, Mao could see the cave entrance by turning his head. It was completely dark outside, with only the flickering fire inside the cave illuminating the interior.

For a moment, Mao was in a daze, forgetting where he was and why he was there. It wasn't until he turned his head and bumped into the stone knife next to his head, making a soft knocking sound, that he finally came to his senses.

"Mao, you're awake?" Brown, who was eating by the fire, looked over when he heard the sound, and turned to greet Mao with a smile, holding a large bowl of sweet soup. "It's time to eat."

Jiang Luoluo always eats late. At first, it was because she had just moved and had a lot of things to organize every day. Later, it was because she was making jam and had a lot of time to spare.

I always eat long after dark, and over time it has become a habit. I always try to do as much as possible while it's still light out, and then eat when it gets dark.

He wasn't used to it at first, but since Jiang Luoluo was in charge of cooking, he accepted the schedule in order to eat good food.

Mao, his arms weak, propped himself up to sit up, his voice hoarse, "Is it already evening?"

Then, as if remembering something, he said, "I'm sorry, I fell asleep..." He had clearly promised to help watch over Luo.

What if Luo's poison flares up again while he's asleep?

Brown paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "It's nothing. Actually, I wasn't gone for too long. I'll be back soon."

He had only been at Little Stone Mountain for a short while when a sudden downpour began. Before he could even exchange a few words, He hurriedly sent all the children home and ran back himself, soaked in the rain.

The clothes are still hanging next to the fire to dry.

Mao lowered his head and did not answer. Hei's early return was Hei's problem, and his breaking his promise and falling asleep was his problem. They should not be confused.

Just by looking down, Mao saw the stone-crushing knife next to his pillow, and the animal skin bag underneath it.

Actually, this bag has been used for many years, and the animal hide on it is so worn and bald that it can no longer be used as a bag to carry things.

But it was sewn by Mao's mother, Die, and like the stone-crushing knife, it was her only remaining possession.

However, the animal skin bag that was almost falling apart in my memory seemed to have been refurbished. Without changing its shape, someone had sewed it back together.

Mao picked up the animal skin bag with trembling hands, stroking it for a long time as if he could see it from a long, long time ago, and the scene when his mother, Die, handed him the animal skin bag.

“This…” Mao looked up at He, his eyes instinctively searching for the tiny cub.

"Luo saw that it had come apart, so she sewed it up for you. It's very well sewn, isn't it? I was amazed when I saw it. Luo is really amazing." Brown replied while eating.

Things in the tribe are always practical, and by practicality, I mean... whatever is convenient is used, and there will never be anything unnecessary.

For example, stone pots, because mining is arduous, the amount of Earth Star Stones collected each year is not large, but their uses are numerous and cannot be wasted. Therefore, a method to extend their lifespan by "not going out" was found.

Take, for example, animal skin bags. Animal skins are widely available. Except for the skins of a few wild animals which have special value, the skins of other animals are quite common. The various items made from them are mostly designed for simplicity and convenience.

If something is damaged, just replace it with a new one instead of going through the trouble of finding a way to repair it—you might as well use that wasted energy and time to catch a couple of prey and have a fresh meal when you get back.

Therefore, the tribe only uses two very simple sewing techniques. As long as it is sturdy, aesthetics are not important.

Jiang Luoluo's experience with events like buying ill-fitting cosplay costumes and her clothes suddenly tearing at a comic convention greatly honed her sewing skills.

Even more so because some less popular characters don't even have cosplay costumes for sale, they can only be custom-made at a high price or sewn by hand... Jiang Luoluo even learned a little embroidery.

It's incredibly easy to resew a simple animal skin bag back together while keeping it exactly as it was.

Jiang Luoluo, who was quietly munching on meat on the other side, heard her name called, looked up at Mao, gave him a smile, and then lowered her head to continue eating.

I don't know what kind of meat we ate today, but it was extremely chewy. It took her a long time to bite it off, so she was eating very seriously.

Perhaps it's because the meat tasted a bit better today than before.

Mao stopped talking and didn't lie down again. He just sat half-reclined on the stone bed and carefully put the stone-crushing knife back into the animal skin bag.

Brown finished eating before the cub, then ladled out another bowl of sweet soup, placed it on the stone bed, and went back to get a large piece of roasted meat, handing it to Mao.

Mao didn't have much strength in his hands and could barely hold things, but he didn't show it. He forced himself to finish the meal without asking He for help.

While drinking the sweet soup, Mao Cai noticed that the sweet soup made by the cub was different from the sweet soup he made himself.

Mao himself, along with the vast majority of his clansmen, simply brewed and boiled the fruit paste with hot water, which actually made the flavor much weaker.

However, the preparation of the cubs seems to be different. The soup contains chopped wild vegetables and minced meat, and it is not only sweet, but also a meaty soup that can fill you up and make you feel full.

The taste is amazingly wonderful.

Mao, who had unknowingly finished the entire bowl of soup, came to his senses and felt a little embarrassed. "I can get some meat..."

"Luo cooked a lot today. You're sick, so eat more so you can get better faster." He interrupted Mao and ladled him another bowl of soup.

"Eat quickly."

Jiang Luoluo looked at Mao's awkwardness and shook her head slightly. Perhaps because he had never had a proper conversation with people since childhood, he always felt the need to repay others in time when he received even the smallest kindness.

But relationships between people don't necessarily have to be calculated so precisely.

After all, love can never be measured in terms of value.

Jiang Luoluo handed the damp linen cloth to Mao, who was a little confused.

Brown chimed in, "Luo is quite clean. You just finished eating meat, and your hands are covered in meat grease, which could easily get on the blanket. Wipe them clean before lying down to rest."

Mao didn't understand, but he did as the cub instructed. He then took off his sweaty clothes, wiped himself down, and changed into dry new clothes before lying down again.

The original complex emotions were mostly dissipated by the cub's commands.