Orc Girl's Tribal Daily Life

Chapter 62 Land Deed?

Mao recovered on the third day after falling ill.

Early in the morning, Mao got up and helped with the work. He first moved the wooden door that was difficult to move, revealing the sky outside where a light rain was falling.

Then, imitating the cubs, they neatly folded all the blankets on the stone bed, placed them in a corner inside the stone bed, and finally covered them with a large piece of linen to prevent dust from settling on them.

The cubs were preparing breakfast, and Mao and Hei, being quite self-aware, didn't interfere.

Today's breakfast was a bit lavish; the cubs probably wanted to celebrate Mao's recovery and prepared extra food.

The meat was sliced ​​thinly, placed in a stone pot, and fried in meat oil until cooked. Then it was spread with a layer of jam... Mao and He were very enthusiastic and ate it all up without leaving a single piece.

After breakfast, He went up the small rocky hill in the rain, much earlier than usual—the training stones on the hill needed to be replenished.

Jiang Luoluo was still left at home with Mao.

This was something Mao and He had discussed yesterday. He would find a new cave as his new home as soon as possible and move out.

Although Jiang Luoluo and He didn't mind Mao continuing to live there—even He was only staying temporarily, so having Mao was no big deal, and he could help with a lot of things.

However, Mao himself couldn't accept that it would cause trouble for others, and he was determined to move out as soon as possible, so Jiang Luoluo and He stopped trying to persuade him.

So on the first day of Mao's recovery, He went to the small rocky hill to teach the children, while Mao stayed behind, planning to go out and see if there were any suitable options in the nearby empty caves.

Jiang Luoluo naturally followed Mao. Putting everything else aside, she was still very curious about how the tribesmen moved.

It was raining outside, though not heavily, but Jiang Luoluo still put on the straw raincoat and a matching straw hat.

Compared to Jiang Luoluo's full gear, Mao was just holding up a large blade of grass... Actually, Mao didn't even plan to use the blade of grass, but the cub insisted on pulling him away from the rain so he wouldn't get sick again, so Mao had no choice but to obey.

The first destination they went to was a relatively remote area on Yinfeng Mountain. If Mao hadn't led the way, Jiang Luoluo would never have imagined that there would be such a narrow and hidden path on the wide main road from the top of Yinfeng Mountain to the foot of the mountain.

After turning two corners on the path, a row of caves appeared before Jiang Luoluo's eyes.

Mao led Jiang Luoluo straight to the entrance of the second cave on the right. Before they could make any noise to signal the people inside, an old arm reached out from the cave and beckoned to them.

"Come in." The aged voice rang out, sounding strong even amidst the noise of the rain.

Mao and Jiang Luoluo entered the cave, but because they were soaked from the rain, they only stood at the entrance and did not go any further.

Jiang Luoluo carefully examined the cave. It was only slightly different from the cave where she lived in terms of shape—some caves had a more rounded interior, while others had a more irregular interior. Otherwise, they were all pretty much the same.

To Jiang Luoluo's surprise, the cave contained many wooden shelves, the kind only found in the shaman's dwelling, and on them were... animal skin paper?!

"Grandpa Wen." Mao lowered his head and greeted the old man in front of him, whose old age had shrunk and whose figure appeared particularly thin.

Jiang Luoluo looked away, glanced at Mao, and then lowered her head as well.

"What is it? Speak," the elderly clansman said, looking the two children over in surprise.

"I remember you. You're from the Ke family, your name is Mao, right... And who is she?"

The sight of the cubs completely wrapped in grass leaves made Wen pause for a moment.

"She is Luo, she is..." Mao didn't know how to introduce her for a moment. Should he mention the cub's dead parents, or should he mention Ge who raised her?

"It's that good kid who made the fruit puree." Unexpectedly, Wen actually laughed, but his wrinkled face didn't become any kinder because of the smile.

The ruthlessness he gained from his many battles in his youth is etched into his flesh and bones, something that time cannot easily erase.

Mao recounted how the fire in his family's original wooden house had gone out, and then proposed that he wanted to find a cave to make a new home.

As Jiang Luoluo listened, she secretly glanced at the things that looked like animal hides on the wooden shelf next to her.

But why bother telling this person again? Jiang Luoluo didn't quite understand. Didn't we agree to go see the cave?

"Any places you like?" Wen asked Mao.

“There are some,” Mao nodded.

Jiang Luoluo looked up in surprise. She hadn't even gone to see it yet, how come there was already a place she liked?

“Okay.” Wen didn’t ask any more questions. He walked to the wooden shelf that Jiang Luoluo had been staring at and took out a rolled-up animal hide from it.

Walking to the dry ground beside the fire, Wen shook his hands, and the entire animal hide was opened. The things drawn on it made Jiang Luoluo's eyes widen instantly.

It was a complete map of Silver Peak Mountain, with many places marked, and symbols that looked like simple line drawings... Those must be words! They must definitely be words!

Parchment! Maps! Writing!

Jiang Luoluo's mind went blank from the triple blow.

This isn't right. Wasn't she transported to a primitive beastman tribe? How come they even have writing?!

No, they have a written language now, so why is the tribe still in such a primitive state?

While Jiang Luoluo was still dazed, Mao had already bent down and pointed out the location of the cave he was going to visit on the map.

Wen nodded. "Okay, come back to me when you're sure, and I'll write it down for you."

Jiang Luoluo was confused when Mao pulled her away again. Halfway there, Jiang Luoluo finally realized what was happening, grabbed Mao's hand, and started gesturing anxiously.

What on earth is going on?!

Mao couldn't understand the cub's complicated meaning, so he could only tell the cub about Wen, with a bit of guesswork.

Although the number of tribespeople who live to old age is small, they are not nonexistent. The chiefs and shamans of all generations could not bring themselves to send elderly tribespeople who had lost their hunting abilities to their deaths. They would do their best to care for the elderly tribespeople until they died of old age.

Most of these elderly tribespeople are unwilling to just laze around and waste the tribe's food, so they try their best to do what they can.

Some elderly members of the tribe choose to go to the Fish Cave to help take care of children who have lost their relatives. Other elderly members of the tribe will join some members with congenital disabilities to make hemp cloth and other things, exchanging their labor for food.

Some elderly members of the tribe... like Wen, learn the tribe's script and become one of the tribe's inheritors, assisting the shaman and chief in managing the tribe.

Wen's job is to record the home addresses of all the tribe members. He has a complete map of Silver Peak Mountain, as well as individual records of each cave and wooden house, and he records the changes in people in each place.

Land deed...? Jiang Luoluo was completely dumbfounded.