Transmigrated into a rare female in the beast world, she was forced to love

After eating two packs of compressed biscuits and gulping down half a bottle of mineral water, Su Qianqian finally felt full.

She came out of the cave and saw a lot of hay drying outside. She planned to weave a hay mat.

The stone bed in the cave was very hard. Even though there was a piece of animal skin as a cushion, it was still very uncomfortable to sleep on. It would be much better if there was a hay mat underneath.

Hay mats are much easier to weave than straw mats, but they also require a lot of effort.

When Su Qianqian was halfway through her story, she saw a group of orcs walking towards her from outside the cave. They looked anxious, as if they had something urgent to do.

She quickly stopped what she was doing and was about to go back to the cave to take shelter.

"Hey, um, little female, wait a minute!"

The patriarch's voice suddenly came.

Su Qianqian looked back and saw the chief leading Gillian and a group of orcs walking towards her.

Gillian followed behind the clan leader, holding the broom woven from weeds in her arms as if it were a treasure.

"Little female, did you make this thing called a broom yourself?" The patriarch's voice was full of excitement.

Su Qianqian nodded.

"Oh my god, how did you come up with that!?"

Upon hearing this, the orcs behind the patriarch looked incredulous.

"This thing called a broom is amazing! It can clean the hole completely without any dust. It's even cleaner than when we use leaves. Little female, how do you make this broom? Teach us!"

Su Qianqian looked at the excitement on the faces of several people and understood their purpose. She relaxed a lot.

She smiled and nodded. "Okay, I'll teach you, but you need to collect the weeds for weaving the broom yourself."

She pointed at the broom in Gillian's arms, and then at the overgrown weeds around them.

"Okay, okay, okay!" Several people nodded hurriedly and dispersed to collect the surrounding weeds.

The tribe leader stroked his long beard and looked at Su Qianqian with a hint of deep meaning in his eyes. He said, "Little female, this is the inheritance of your previous tribe, right?"

In the Beast World, some powerful orc tribes have one or two unique skills, which are often called inheritance and generally cannot be passed on to outsiders.

Su Qianqian hadn't forgotten her amnesia. She shook her head and said in a distressed tone, "I don't really remember... I only vaguely remember how to weave this broom."

"How pitiful..." The tribe leader's eyes turned to sympathy when he looked at Su Qianqian. He said with a hint of worry: "But this is the heritage of your tribe. Is it okay to pass it on to our Gray Wolf Tribe?"

Su Qianqian smiled and shook her head: "It's okay, this broom is just the simplest weaving tool, not an important inheritance."

The patriarch finally felt relieved.

Gillian came forward with a broom in her arms, unable to conceal her surprise, and said, "Qianqian, the broom you made is amazing! I used it to clean the cave spotlessly. When other orcs saw it, they all came to ask me about the broom, so I told you about it..."

At the end of her words, she couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

"It's okay." Su Qianqian smiled indifferently.

In fact, it was thanks to Gillian's promotion that so many orcs came to help her weed for free, saving her a lot of effort.

The orcs were strong and worked quickly. In a short while, all the weeds within a few miles around Su Qianqian's cave were cleared away.

Following Su Qianqian's instructions, several orcs shook off the dirt from the weeds, straightened them out, and placed them in the sun to dry.

Without the overgrown weeds, the surrounding view is much wider, and the exposed land is softer and more fertile than imagined, very suitable for farming.

Su Qianqian was thinking about buying some vegetable seeds from the plane trading system to plant, when she suddenly caught a glimpse of an orc pulling a branch that looked like a sweet potato vine out of the weeds and throwing it aside.

The vine looked very much like a sweet potato vine, but it looked thicker than a sweet potato vine, and its leaves had become withered and yellow due to the sun.

She walked over, gently kicked the almost withered vine with her toes, and asked curiously, "What is this?"