Orc Girl's Tribal Daily Life

Chapter 49 "The Witch" (Partial Setting)

After lunch, a few tribesmen, still stuffed from eating, were left outside to clean up. The young shaman then led Jiang Luoluo into the wooden house.

It seemed he wanted to speak to Jiang Luoluo alone.

Jiang Luoluo was a little nervous, but also a little expectant.

"Sit down, Luo." The young shaman gestured for Jiang Luoluo to sit in a chair, then took out many kinds of plants from the cabinet behind him and placed them one by one in front of Jiang Luoluo.

"Do you recognize this plant?" the young shaman asked.

Jiang Luoluo was a little confused, but she still carefully observed the small white flower plant with serrated petals in front of her... What is this?

Seeing the cub shake its head in confusion, the young shaman changed to another plant, but after trying many different plants, he still didn't recognize them.

So the young shaman stopped what he was doing, put the plants back in their place, sat down opposite Jiang Luoluo, and looked her in the eye. "So, Luoluo, do you only recognize some special plants?"

"For example... something edible?"

Jiang Luoluo wanted to raise her hand loudly to refute the young witch's words, but suddenly realized that it seemed that all the plants she could remember were really related to food.

Let's not even talk about the grains, or the scallions, ginger, garlic, star anise, peppercorns, etc. Even flowers... can be used to make flower cakes.

Such poisonous plants are generally not widely circulated outside, so that ordinary people like Jiang Luoluo could come into contact with them.

After a long while, Jiang Luoluo nodded very reluctantly. Well, she really only recognized edible plants.

"I understand, thank you for your hard work." The young witch gently patted the cub's head.

"Brown has finished packing. Go back with him. If you have time, you can come visit me more often to see what else you can eat."

Jiang Luolu walked out of the wooden house, bewildered. At the door, He was already carrying the still unconscious Mao on his back, waiting for her to go back together.

Huh? No? What happened? Just this one question? That's it? Jiang Luoluo kept turning around to look.

Behind the half-open wooden cabin window, the young shaman smiled and waved to Jiang Luoluo, watching her leave.

Contrary to Jiang Luoluo's expectations, people who possess "knowledge beyond what they should know" are actually quite common in the tribe.

The most obvious example is the young witch.

The young shaman's gaze fell on the huge campfire outside. Perhaps for the cub, such a campfire was already huge enough, but in the young shaman's distant memory, he had seen a huge flame that seemed to burn the sky.

The rise and fall of a tribe is closely related to this fire. The more prosperous and numerous the tribe, the bigger the fire will be and the more intensely it will burn.

Once the fire goes out and cannot be reignited, it means the complete extinction of the tribe.

In order to maintain the survival of the tribe, every deceased tribesman would put everything he had into the fire, becoming the kindling and fuel for the fire, protecting everything in the tribe.

However, a spark that is not controlled by consciousness will eventually fall into chaos, so "shamans" appear. They voluntarily sacrifice everything to guide the chaos within the spark and bring it to peace.

In this guidance, the "shaman" will inherit the residual consciousness of all the dead members of the clan within the fire... as well as their knowledge.

However, such behavior is too dangerous. Even the most determined person would find it difficult to endure such torment for a long time and eventually go insane.

The emergence of a qualified "shaman" is so difficult. Once the current "shaman" dies without a suitable successor, the tribe will fall into chaos again.

Thus, the shamans of each generation began to change spontaneously. In order to live longer and protect the tribe, they voluntarily discarded most of their consciousness, retaining only the necessary and key information as a means of inheritance.

For example, the history of a tribe, or medicinal herbs used to cure diseases.

Therefore, "shamans" do not have their own names; when they choose to become shamans, they are simply shamans.

During this time, other unexpected events may occur, such as the leakage of the consciousness of other tribesmen in the fire seed, which merges into the ordinary tribesmen in the tribe, bringing them ancient knowledge... and perhaps some memories.

While not common, there are always one or two such instances every few decades.

After all, the fire is present in every family in the tribe, and some tribespeople with special constitutions are indeed more likely to communicate with the ancestral consciousness within the fire.

Normally, this would be considered a good thing, since there is one more person who can inherit the knowledge and memories that the shaman did not inherit. However, not all ancestors can be considered good people.

Or rather, they were good people to the tribe, but they were cruel and tyrannical to others...

Some young, inexperienced members of the clan are easily led astray by this fanatical ancestral sentiment, committing all sorts of uncontrollable evil deeds.

Thus, stories of some "evil characters" emerged in the tribe, constantly warning the tribespeople.

The young shaman did not see any ancient shadows in the cub, and coupled with the cub's innocent and naive expression, it was easy to tell that the cub only possessed some extra knowledge and had not inherited any memories.

No wonder the cub didn't remember anything when it woke up. The young shaman sighed inwardly. It was only by sheer luck that such complex knowledge entered the mind of a six-year-old cub and didn't turn it into an idiot.

The young witch had no intention of making this matter public, nor did she plan to.

Some things are only for him and the chief to know. If all the tribespeople knew about these things, no matter how simple and honest they were by nature, it would be inevitable that many of them would try them secretly.

It might be the curiosity of the younger members of the tribe, or the resentment of the older members... The tribe will surely descend into chaos because of this.

So the young witch won't tell anyone, nor will she do anything to the cub; let it grow up slowly like this.

Being alive is always a good thing.

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"This is so strange, what's wrong with me?" Jiang Luoluo scratched her head.

"Luo, let's take Mao home." He suddenly spoke, bringing Jiang Luoluo back to her senses.

Jiang Luoluo realized what was happening and nodded. Mao was still unconscious and needed someone to take care of him, but he was the only one at home; his father was out hunting.

Not to mention taking care of them, there's no one even to give them medicine.

Moreover, since it was precisely because of her, Jiang Luoluo wouldn't abandon Mao.

"By the way, Luo, what's in your cloth bag? It's so bulging." Brown asked curiously. The cub's cloth bag had previously contained several cloth bags and a jar of fruit paste.

But before leaving, the cub left all the fruit paste to the witch. If there were only a few cloth bags left, they wouldn't be so bulging.

I didn't ask what Wu and Jiang Luoluo had talked about.

Jiang Luoluo opened her backpack, revealing a bag full of garlic... which she had asked the young witch for before she left.

Unexpectedly, the young witch was so generous; she gave it to her as she asked, and quite a lot at that.

Brown was taken aback. "Is Mao that sick? Why does he need to eat so much?"