Orc Girl's Tribal Daily Life

Chapter 63 Frost, 1457

It's a very magical thing.

The Frostfire tribe has a special "school," but the students are all elderly tribesmen who lack hunting skills.

Is this reasonable? Yes, it is.

Young, energetic tribespeople must focus wholeheartedly on growing stronger in order to ensure their survival.

The continuation of the tribe and the martial prowess of hunting are far more important than teaching them a useless script that can't earn them any food.

You won't die if you don't know how to write, but you really can't survive if you don't know how to hunt.

Those elderly tribespeople who can no longer participate in hunting and can only live off the tribe and rely on it for support, no longer need to think about hunting or fighting, and can wholeheartedly immerse themselves in learning, are naturally the more suitable people for learning.

Jiang Luoluo was just a little slow to react for a moment, and was still thinking based on her own preconceived notions, which is why she was so confused.

When Jiang Luoluo realized this, she also understood that the prerequisite for letting the children study was that the tribe had enough food to allow most of the tribe members to live well without doing anything.

In this way, some children will be able to choose what they don't want to do.

But is hunting really the only means of survival in the tribe? The shaman also has a very sophisticated planting technique, which can even be used to grow herbs.

Jiang Luoluo once again felt the sense of division within the tribe.

It's like fragments forcibly stitched together after a clash between civilization and barbarity.

"Luo, what do you think?" The caves Mao came to check were all near Jiang Luoluo's home, which made the implication all the more obvious.

Although Jiang Luoluo was a little embarrassed, she still thought it was good to be neighbors with Mao. At least she could visit other people's homes in the future. She didn't know any of her previous neighbors and didn't dare to wander around.

Jiang Luoluo glanced at it, and her tender little face unconsciously wrinkled up.

The cave, which had been uninhabited for a long time, was very dark and had no fire for lighting. With the recent continuous rain, there was a damp and musty smell as soon as you entered.

At first, Jiang Luoluo thought it was a problem with this particular cave, but after looking at several others, she realized it was a common issue.

Shigeru reassured the cubs that this was normal and that these problems would be resolved once the fire was reignited after the move.

In that case, the only things to consider are the size of the cave and the essential requirements for its facilities—a stone bed and a stone water tank are two must-haves.

After comparing them, Jiang Luoluo found that the conditions in these caves were worse than those in her own cave.

That's understandable, though. If it were better than the cave she's living in now, Ge wouldn't have chosen this cave when he was selecting it.

Finally, Mao chose a cave with two stone beds—actually, the stone beds inside were so old that they split in two, turning into two single beds.

This was perfect for Mao and his father Ke, who were about to become orc warriors.

Otherwise, it would be a bit awkward for a father and son to sleep in the same bed at such an advanced age, especially since they are often apart.

The location wasn't far from the cave where Jiang Luoluo lived, only a little over 200 meters away as the crow flies.

After confirming that, Mao took Jiang Luoluo back to find Wen again.

Wen searched on the wooden shelf and quickly picked up a roll of animal hide about the length of an elbow. He then took out a black stone to use as a pen, opened it, and left a string of words on it.

Jiang Luoluo stood curiously to the side and watched. Half of the parchment was empty, with only the first few lines written with similar characters.

"You know him?" Wen turned to look at the cub who was intently examining the animal skin paper.

From the very beginning, the cub showed considerable interest in the parchment, quite unlike other children, and asked several questions after smelling it.

Jiang Luoluo shook her head. She seemed to be able to guess a few characters, but she couldn't recognize most of them.

"On August 27, 1457, the father Ke and the son Mao moved in."

Wen pointed to a line of characters he had just written and explained it to the cub in a gentle tone.

Jiang Luoluo slowly opened her mouth wide, momentarily forgetting that she couldn't speak. She kept babbling "ah ah ah" for a while, her hands and feet trembling with excitement, unsure of what to do with them.

What are you talking about?! Frostbite Year 1457?! And August 27th?!

Where did this year, month, and day come from?!

Did she really travel back in time to a primitive tribe?

Jiang Luoluo's excited reaction startled Wen Hemao. Wen patted the cub's head and smiled.

"You're probably surprised, aren't you? It's been 1457 years since our Flame Frost Tribe came here."

From Wen's account, Jiang Luoluo learned that this time was recorded by generations of people in the tribe who counted on their fingers every day, using the most primitive and clumsy method, without interruption.

It represents the history of the Yanshuang tribe.

But Wen didn't say why the tribe moved here, or what it was like before they moved here. Looking at Wen's expression, Jiang Luoluo thought that Wen probably didn't know either.

This is even stranger, Jiang Luolu thought. For over a thousand years, has the tribe maintained this state of survival?

Thinking that the cub was interested in writing, Wen couldn't help but say to the cub as the two were leaving, "If you want to learn to recognize this kind of writing, you can come and find me more often."

Only when you get older do you realize how hard it is to learn. If only you could have started earlier... Wen thought unconsciously.

But how could that be possible? In his youth, he had already exhausted all his energy just to survive, so how could he have any spare time for studying?

Even just knowing a little more is good, so that when you learn it later, it will definitely be easier than for him.

Looking at the cub's back, Wen's eyes were filled with memories of her younger self.

……

"Next? Next, we just need to go to the shaman to get the fire." Mao replied matter-of-factly.

The relocation ceremony in the tribe is that simple. After registering the place you have chosen with the shaman, you go to the shaman to ask for fire. Once you arrive at the new home, you light the fire, and that's the end of the ceremony.

Wu didn't say much to Mao and Jiang Luoluo. He took a small shovel, reached into the huge bonfire on the mountaintop, dug out a handful of silvery-white ash, and handed it to Mao.

Jiang Luoluo looked at the handful of ash in Mao's hand that resembled ashes: ...

Actually, this is just ashes.

Don't tell her that the "fire" burning in every household in the tribe is actually the ashes of their ancestors, and that she uses the "residual heat" of her ancestors to cook every day.

That sounds like hell.