Leisurely Farm Life in Beast World-Chapter 1513 - 1510: Precious Medicine Powder

With enough food and the potion given by Ji Nuan, the old shaman’s body recovered in a week.

And over these days, he discovered many magical aspects of the Watson Tribe. The giant black snakes could understand the orcs’ language and even help the orcs of the Watson Tribe with their tasks.

As the warm season gradually came to an end, night temperatures started to drop. The thing called a kang in the house could release heat by burning dry branches.

Lying in the warm bed, the old shaman even began to imagine how wonderful it would be to have such a heated kang during the cold season and grew more eager about the Watson Tribe’s plans to establish their tribe. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

"Shaman Ji Nuan, our West Tribe looks forward to your arrival."

Ji Nuan smiled at the old shaman, "Of course, I hope to collaborate with all the tribes of the Desert Continent."

Exiting the gates of the Watson Tribe, the old shaman and his guardian orcs headed towards the Xida Tribe.

Looking back at the towering protective walls, the orcs showed expressions of admiration.

The old shaman clutched two small leaf packets in his hand, nervous sweat unintentionally wetting them before he quickly placed them into a beast skin bag.

"Shaman, what is this?"

Judging by the old shaman’s expression, it seemed quite precious.

The old shaman patted the beast skin wrap, "Take good care of it, this is very precious medicine powder."

The orc was startled, his expression changing slightly, "Could it be that medicine powder?"

The old shaman nodded, "One is for us, and the other I will take to the Dalan Tribe when I visit."

...

In the meeting room of the Watson Tribe’s base.

"Tribesfolk, it’s already the cold season, and I’ve instructed the East Continent base to prepare more sticky grass. But what I’m about to say is the most important task for this cold season besides preparing food."

Upon hearing this, the orcs straightened up, their ears perking attentively.

Ji Nuan picked up a stack of paper made from sandy grass from the table before her and drew a giggle beast on it, then turned it towards the orcs, "Take a look at this."

This drawing of a giggle beast was very vivid, and the orcs instantly recognized it, "Shaman, is this a giggle beast? How did it end up on the beast skin?"

Ji Nuan chuckled, handing the paper individually to them, "Take a closer look to see if this is beast skin. Be careful not to tear it."

At her words, the orcs cautiously pinched the item that seemed even lighter than cotton cloth with their middle and thumb fingers, "What is this? It’s so light."

"I just applied a bit of force, and it wrinkled."

"This is paper," Ji Nuan’s voice echoed in the meeting room, and the orcs set down the paper in their hands to look at her.

"Brother Xiu Yan, write your name for the tribesfolk to see."

Upon hearing this, the orcs were stunned. Their own names could be written down? What would that look like?

Xiu Yan’s dark eyes narrowed slightly. He picked up a pen and smoothly wrote his name on the paper.

Seeing that he actually wrote it down, the orcs all stood up, craning their necks to see what was written.

But when Xiu Yan placed the paper among them, the orcs were bewildered, "These symbols are your name, Xiu Yan?"

Xiu Yan nodded, and although he didn’t speak, all the orcs sensed a hint of his pride.