"Shaman, is there anything you need to do?" She glanced nervously at the backpack in Ji Nuan’s hand, her expression sowhat remarkable.
The Shaman wouldn’t want her to weave this thing, would she? But she didn’t know how.
The female was almost in tears from her own imagination.
"What’s your na?" Ji Nuan suddenly asked, causing the tears in the female’s eyes to retract.
The female hunched over, her posture exactly like her partner’s: "Shaman, my na is Cao."
Ji Nuan felt her mouth twitch uncontrollably; if she rembered correctly, she already knew several females nad Cao.
"Don’t you all go out for gathering during the day?"
The female shook her head and pointed to the cave not far away: "We went out to gather yesterday, the fruits are in Shandong, not finished yet. If we gather too much, they’ll spoil."
"What do you usually gather? Is it only those fruits?"
The female thought for a while: "Also, so thorn balls and wild vegetables that fall from trees, but thorn balls only appear in the late hot season, and the wild vegetables haven’t grown well yet."
So, they weren’t lazy, there really wasn’t much for them to do.
This won’t do, the Orcs will beco increasingly lazy sitting around; she needed to find sothing for them to do.
Picking up a vine nearby: "I need a lot of these vines. Bring the females and help pick so, and I’ll exchange them with food."
The female was extrely anxious, waving her hands to refuse repeatedly: "No, it’s our duty to work for the Shaman, how could we ask for your food?"
Seeing her scared pale face, Ji Nuan didn’t insist, just smiled and waved her: "Go ahead."
Only then did the female wipe her tears and return to her tribe, seemingly telling the other females about the need for the vines, and all of them appeared very enthusiastic.
The Clan Leader’s partner went into another cave, calling out so old Orcs and females who looked quite old.
Asked them to help watch over the cubs, then took the females out.
Actually, the vine-gathering place wasn’t far; just looking up, you could see the Tribe’s open space.
The females gathered the vines Ji Nuan needed deftly while chatting, occasionally erupting in bouts of suppressed laughter.
Ji Nuan felt a bit black-lined, wondering just how frightening she was—could they not even laugh freely?
But she knew she would never get an answer to this question.
Suddenly, a sowhat dirty, skinny little hand grabbed the delicate small basket Ji Nuan had just woven.
Ji Nuan looked down; it was a small, sowhat thin, little female cub.
Seeing her ssy hair, Ji Nuan felt her obsessive-compulsive disorder kicking in.
Amid the old Orcs and females’ terrified expressions, Ji Nuan led the little female inside.
After closing the door, she helped her wash her hair; the little one’s hair was extrely dirty, and the washing water looked like mud.
After using four pots of hot water, Ji Nuan finally cleaned the little cub’s head. Her face was a bit gaunt, but her eyes were large, looking quite adorable.
Feeling inspired, Ji Nuan even helped the little cub tie two cute buns.
Ji Nuan opened the door, intending to let the little female return on her own, only to find all the old Orcs and females kneeling in tears before her door.
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