Orc Girl's Tribal Daily Life

Chapter 50 Sweating

Back in the cave, Jiang Luoluo took out Mao's small packet of herbs, only the size of a fist, and He realized that he had misunderstood.

In Mao's herbal medicine, garlic is only one of the ingredients. It needs to be combined with several other plants to exert its maximum medicinal effect. Therefore, even Jiang Luoluo, who is well aware of the effects of allicin, does not dare to speak up easily.

Damp heat is not a new ailment for the tribe, and this herbal formula for treatment has been passed down for hundreds of years, so its effectiveness is definitely guaranteed.

If Jiang Luoluo, relying on her limited knowledge, presumptuously offers her opinions, not to mention whether the young witch will adopt them, even if she does, how can we be sure the outcome will be good?

As for food, Jiang Luoluo could do whatever she wanted, because no matter how badly she cooked, it would only taste worse and wouldn't affect people's health. Although there are rules about food compatibility, the tribe's current limited food options meant that it was already good enough that they could put food together, so there was no need to worry about food incompatibility for the time being.

Herbal medicine is different; it directly concerns a person's life. Many herbs used to treat diseases rely on their toxicity. How to control the amount of toxicity is not something Jiang Luoluo can participate in just because she has confidence.

After settling Mao down on the stone bed, He instructed the cub to look after Mao for a while, as he was going to Mao's house to fetch some of Mao's personal belongings.

Jiang Luoluo nodded happily. Even if He didn't say anything, she would still take care of Mao. However, He was more likely just using the habit of coaxing children—giving children a short-term goal to occupy their attention could effectively prevent them from causing trouble while she was away.

Looking at Mao lying on the stone bed, sweating profusely, Jiang Luoluo took out her thick animal skin blanket and covered him with it. Then, feeling that one wasn't enough, Jiang Luoluo thought for a moment and covered him with the brown animal skin blanket next to her as well.

If you have a fever, you should cover yourself up more to help you sweat, and add more blankets.

Mao, who was still in a deep sleep, suddenly became even more distorted in expression, as if he were being pressed down by some heavy mountain and unable to move.

Jiang Luoluo then wet the burlap sack she used to wipe Mao's face with cold water and placed it on Mao's forehead to cool him down physically. Then she went to deal with her own pile of things.

After living there for so long, the cave has accumulated many more items and has become more lively.

Jiang Luoluo also reorganized everything again and again, especially the garlic she got from the young witch.

Jiang Luoluo couldn't help but look at the several dried rabbits that had been hanging next to the water tank for a long time. With scallions, garlic, and chili peppers already prepared, her spicy rabbit wouldn't be far off. When would she like to try it?

He returned after some time. Jiang Luoluo went up to take the things from He's hands, but found that her hands were damp.

Jiang Luoluo looked at He in surprise and asked, "Is it raining outside? I didn't hear any rain."

Brown shook his head. "No...sigh, it's Mao's roof that's leaking. Half of the things in the house are soaked by the rain."

Huh? Jiang Luoluo was surprised.

"Even the fire has gone out... Why didn't this child say a word?" Brown sighed.

The wooden houses inhabited by the tribe need to have certain structures replaced every year, because wood cannot be preserved from decay and moisture for a long time, and it will naturally rot over time.

But Mao's family consists of only him and his father. His father, in order to support the family, almost always goes hunting with the hunting team and has no time to deal with things like maintaining the house.

Mao is only 15 years old this year. Without activating his orc bloodline, he can't even go down Silver Peak Mountain, let alone bring back new wood from the Taz Forest, let alone replace it.

This wooden house, which has been in a dilapidated state for almost ten years since Mao's mother, Die, passed away, is now barely maintained.

When Brown went there today, he found that the water stains in the house hadn't just appeared in a day or two. It seemed that the wooden house had already been like this since the first day of the rain.

Mao lived alone in this damp house, spending his days there.

Fortunately, the people in the tribe were all physically strong, and Mao had no shortage of food, so he managed to persevere... until Mao was frightened by the scene of Jiang Luoluo's poisoning, which reminded him of his childhood and caused him to fall into a nightmare from which he could not wake up.

The emotional breakdown caused physical weakness, and Mao developed a fever.

Jiang Luoluo felt a pang of sadness upon hearing this. No wonder Mao had always been taciturn on Little Stone Mountain, rarely interacting with other children. Living in such a gloomy environment all day, it would be impossible for anyone to be cheerful.

After saying this, He picked up the damp animal skin blanket, intending to hang it next to the fire to dry it, and glanced at Mao on the stone bed.

Take one more look.

"Luo... what's wrong with him?"

Pointing to Mao, who was covered by several animal skin blankets, with many animal skin clothes and linen clothes piled on top, and even the edges were deliberately weighed down with clean, heavy pieces of firewood, and who couldn't struggle out of his sleep, He hesitated.

"It's alright, I'm just sweating," Jiang Luoluo waved her hand, telling He not to worry.

"...He looks very uncomfortable. Is this really okay?" Brown wanted to believe the cub, but he couldn't ignore the increasingly distorted expression on Mao's face.

Jiang Luoluo nodded vigorously, absolutely no problem! When she had a fever before, she covered herself with several blankets like this to sweat it out, and once she sweated it out, she felt much better.

"...Alright." Between Mao and the cub, Brown hesitated but chose to believe the cub.

Then Brown brought up other things, saying, "The Mao family's wooden house is no longer habitable."

When Hei arrived, the wet animal skin clothes and blankets were hanging next to the fire. If the fire hadn't gone out, they should have been dried by the time Mao returned home.

But the fire went out.

For the people in the tribe, the fire going out is a bad omen, representing a reminder from their ancestors—this place is no longer suitable for living, move away quickly.

Just like when each member of the tribe moves to a new house, there is an important ceremony of "lighting a fire". If the fire cannot be lit, or goes out after being lit, then you should not think about moving into the new house. You should hurry up and move to another place.

This is not superstition, but a genuine reminder, since the fire truly contains the consciousness of our ancestors.

The meaning of "brown" is the same; the fire goes out, which means that the Mao family's wooden house is likely to encounter an accident in the near future, possibly a collapse or other reasons, since the wooden house has already started to leak.

And the rainy season hasn't even officially started yet.