Orc Girl's Tribal Daily Life

Chapter 1: Traveling Through a Primitive Tribe?

"Luo! Luo!"

Jiang Luoluo heard someone calling her. The shouts were loud and chaotic, as if they were swirling in her head, giving her a terrible headache.

I wanted to speak up and tell the other person to stop shouting and to be quiet, but I found that I couldn't open my mouth at all, and my throat felt like it was on fire... What's wrong?

Jiang Luoluo pondered with doubt, and as her consciousness gradually returned, she was followed by intense pain in her body.

It hurts, it hurts so much... But this pain is like a reminder; the more it hurts, the clearer Jiang Luoluo's mind becomes.

Finally, she struggled to open her eyelids, which felt as heavy as a thousand pounds... A sea of ​​fire was reflected in her eyes, accompanied by the roar of some kind of beast and the wails and cries of humans.

"Luo! Luo is awake! Luo is alive!" The boy who had been shouting incessantly burst into tears as he hugged Jiang Luoluo and shouted with joy.

It was like a drowning person grasping at the last straw.

I...time traveled?

Jiang Luoluo's vision blurred again, and her consciousness gradually faded.

Only the boy's panicked voice accompanied her as she drifted off to sleep.

"Don't sleep! Luo! Don't sleep! I'll take you to the witch right now! Don't sleep... please, don't sleep..."

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When Jiang Luoluo woke up again, she was in a wooden house. The house was not big. On one side was the wooden bed where she was lying, and on the other side was a wooden shelf filled with various wooden and stone containers.

Neatly arranged wicker baskets were placed on the ground, filled with many unfamiliar herbs and plants, and the strong aroma of herbs filled the entire wooden house.

Although the cabin was cluttered with many items, it was kept clean and tidy, so it didn't feel too oppressive.

Jiang Luoluo lifted a small animal skin blanket from her body and carefully got up from the wooden bed. The height difference between her and the bed made her judge that her physical age was definitely no more than ten years old.

So, did we really time travel?

Jiang Luoluo looked at her chubby hands. If she remembered correctly, she seemed to have been rescued from a fire, but she didn't seem to feel any wounds on her body.

Except for being unable to speak.

She's mute?! Jiang Luoluo touched her throat, finding it hard to believe.

Whether it was the structure of the wooden house, the various items on the wooden frame, or the clothes she was wearing and the animal skin blanket she was covered with, everything clearly told Jiang Luoluo that this was definitely a very backward place.

It might not even be the era she lived in anymore.

Otherwise, she couldn't imagine what kind of people were still using tools made of stone...

Jiang Luoluo went to the table next to the window and saw tools such as a small stone knife with a stone handle and a pestle, which were covered with traces of plant sap that could not be washed off.

Looking at those marks, one can imagine how the owner of the stone knife used it to cut apart herbs and then, with those not-so-advanced tools, to make primitive medicines.

In such a backward era, Jiang Luoluo could already imagine how difficult her future life would be if she became a "mute".

Even in the era she lived in, it was extremely difficult for deaf and mute people to live a normal life.

In the end, why did she time travel? Can she go back...?

"You're awake, Luo." With the creak of the wooden door being pushed open, a young man dressed in a white linen robe walked in, carrying several plants of unknown purpose in his arms.

The man had long, moon-white hair that reached his knees, which he casually tied behind his neck. He skillfully took out an empty rattan winnowing basket from the wooden shelf, filled it with the flowers and plants he was carrying, and placed it on the table.

After doing all that, he bent down slightly to check on Jiang Luoluo, who was standing blankly beside the table. "She's recovered very well and there are no major problems anymore."

Jiang Luoluo was unable to speak and didn't know how to react in the unfamiliar environment. She could only obediently let the young man pull her arm and massage her joints and bones...

Finally, their mouths were pried open.

"So, the fruit of the hairy chrysanthemum is indeed useless against the fire poison?" the young man said, somewhat troubled.

"These are all things I've never heard of before," Jiang Luoluo thought, looking at the young man. It was strange; she couldn't quite describe what he looked like. It was as if she would forget him if she turned her head away, yet she could clearly recall his existence. It was the kind of person she would never mistake once she saw him.

But if you want to describe this person, you lose all the words to describe him, because gentleness is him, kindness is him, strictness is him, calmness is him... It's as if he is not just himself.

Knowing that Jiang Luoluo couldn't speak, the young man didn't wait for her answer. After checking her, he pushed her aside. "Alright, I have to do something. Go play over there... Hmm, help me pick the withered magnolia leaves out of that basket. Just the leaves, okay?"

The young man pointed to a wicker basket closest to Jiang Luoluo, which contained plants that looked like they were covered with withered leaves. But upon closer inspection, it was discovered that the withered leaves were actually growing from the plants themselves.

Jiang Luoluo nodded hesitantly, then squatted down next to the wicker basket of the withered magnolia and obediently plucked off the withered leaves one by one.

Seeing how sensible Jiang Luoluo was, the young man nodded and handed her a smaller wicker basket, saying, "Put what you've picked here."

Jiang Luoluo took the basket. Although she didn't know why she was doing this "picking vegetables" kind of thing, she didn't seem to be able to do anything else... Anyway, she decided to pick some first.

The young man glanced at Jiang Luoluo, confirming that her technique was correct and that she was very serious about her work. He then sat down at the table, picked up the stone tools on the table, and began to process the flowers and plants he had brought back.

The two worked quietly, neither of them uttering a sound.

After a while, footsteps came from the doorway, the wooden door was pushed open again, and a rather rough voice rang out.

"Witch, how's the child? Has he woken up yet? It's been over ten days..."

Jiang Luoluo looked up at the sound and saw an unusually tall and burly man walking in through the wooden door with his head down. When the young man entered, the door looked to be a normal size, but suddenly it looked much smaller.

"Ah, she's already awake." The burly man and Jiang Luoluo exchanged glances, then the man smiled. "Perfect, I brought a lot of meat with me."

The burly man looked at the young man and said, "Witch, you should try some too. This is the game that the children of the tribe brought back on their first trip out."

Looking at the burly man's distinctive animal skin clothing and the animal bone knife hanging at his waist, and then hearing the keyword "tribe".

Jiang Luoluo's pupils widened in shock. She had indeed transmigrated into a primitive tribe?!