I've been transported to the orc continent.

The Red Rock Tribe brought six orcs this time, along with their chieftain Yang. They were seated in the center of the plaza, accompanied by Huo of the Round Lake Tribe and several old orcs. Bai Ling was also called over.

The orcs of the Red Rock Tribe held earthenware bowls in one hand and cassava flour cakes in the other, forgetting all about their business and wolfing down their food.

Although cassava doesn't taste as good as rice or wheat, it has a very high starch content and a natural sweetness. Bai Ling added pumpkin to it, making it sweet and fragrant with pumpkin flavor, an experience that the orcs had never had before.

Starch and stewed meat are a perfect match. Not to mention the orcs of the Red Rock Tribe, even the orcs of the High Tree Tribe lost their interest in talking and almost buried their heads in their bowls.

After finishing their meal and cleaning up, Zhan Cai said to Yang, the chief of the Hongyan tribe, "Ling discovered how to eat the big root grass. Let him tell you."

Yang looked at Bai Ling, and Lin winked at Bai Ling to tell him not to be nervous.

Bai Ling first went to get the cassava and seashells: "To determine whether cassava is edible, you must first taste it. If the cassava is bitter, you absolutely cannot eat it. Only cassava that is not bitter or has a slightly sweet taste is safe to eat."

"The first step to turning cassava into an edible food is to peel it. Cassava must be peeled, and the hard layer under the skin should also be removed."

"Next is soaking. Cut the cassava into thin slices and soak them in a basin of water. It's best to soak them for a day and a night, and remember to change the water during that time, at least seven or eight times."

As Bai Ling spoke, he demonstrated to the orcs of the Yuanhu tribe. Soon he had peeled and cut the cassava and soaked it in a ceramic basin.

“These are the cassava I soaked yesterday, perfect for cooking,” Bai Ling said, pointing to the earthenware pot on the fire pit. “This last step is crucial. The cassava must be cooked thoroughly. Undercooked cassava is poisonous, just like eating raw cassava, which can cause poisoning.”

"As for how long to cook it," Bai Ling picked up another piece of beast meat, "this is the meat of the Kengchi Beast. The cooking time for cassava is about the same as the cooking time for the Kengchi Beast."

The Kengchi beast is a medium-sized wild animal that looks like a deer and a horse. It always makes a kengchi sound, hence the name Kengchi beast.

The meat of the Kengchi beast is relatively difficult to cook. It takes more than half a pot of water to cook the meat. Using this as a timer to measure the cooking time of cassava is perfectly acceptable.

Bai Ling demonstrated it for them, and Yang asked, "Can we eat cassava once it's cooked?"

Bai Ling nodded.

Yang then asked, "How is this thing called a 'cake' made?"

Bai Ling was slightly taken aback, not expecting Yang to ask this question. However, he quickly recovered and explained how to make cassava flour cakes. Yang then asked why the cooked meat tasted so good, and Bai Ling answered each question.

*

The people of Yanghe tribe stood up, clenched their fists and held them horizontally in front of their chests, and bowed their heads to Bai Ling.

Bai Ling was somewhat at a loss. He didn't even know what this action meant. He looked at his clan leader with pleading eyes. Zhan Xiao said, "Ling, this is what you deserve. You discovered how to eat the big root grass and selflessly shared it with all the beastmen. Countless beastmen will have survived because of your actions. It's no exaggeration to say that you are a great benefactor to all the surrounding tribes."

Bai Ling waved her hand: "It's what I should do."

Yang said solemnly, "Ling, this is what we should do. We came in a hurry and didn't have time to bring you any gifts. Just tell us what you like, and as long as the Hongyan tribe can provide it, we will definitely give it to you with open arms."

Bai Ling's uncle, Lin, chimed in, "Ling, just tell us what you want. If you don't, we don't know how many things we'll bring to thank you."

Lin's meaning was clear. Bai Ling thought for a moment and said, "Chief Yang, I want seeds, all kinds of edible plant seeds, and I also want plants and seeds with strange tastes. If you catch any wild animals, please send me their small intestines as well."

The Red Rock Tribe was not a wealthy tribe, so Bai Ling only made a simple request.

Collecting seeds isn't difficult; it's autumn now, and most plants seed at this time, so it only takes a little time to find them. As for the small intestines of wild animals, those are meant to be thrown away anyway, and for the Red Rock Tribe, that's even more shocking than not wanting anything at all.

No one expected Bai Ling to make such a request. Yang was also taken aback for a moment, and then he asked, "Ling, don't you want animal meat, animal hides, decorations, or anything like that?"

Bai Ling shook her head: "No."

He only wanted seeds, all kinds of seeds. Hunting and gathering were not a long-term solution; farming was the beginning of a civilization's prosperity.

Yang stood up and solemnly said to Bai Ling, "Alright, I'll have my people collect seeds when I get back. We'll try our best to collect enough seeds and send them to you. As for the small intestines of wild animals, we'll also send you as many as possible."

*

Bai Ling did not immediately return to the cave on the low mountain. Instead, he carried a basket on his back and walked towards the river.

This is a basket he had Qing woven; it's wide inside and narrow at the mouth, and it's filled with scraps of meat, specifically for fishing.

Orcs don't eat fish much, not because they don't like it, but because it's hard to catch.

The lynx orcs are the most skilled fishermen in the entire tribe. However, compared to hunting, fishing is not only more troublesome but also yields less reward. Even the lynx orcs only fish when they have nothing else to do.

Bai Ling walked to the riverbank by moonlight, and before he even reached it, he heard the sound of swimming.

It was autumn, and the weather was cool but not cold, so it wasn't unusual to see orcs swimming in the river. Bai Ling followed the sound.

A bright moon hung in the sky, its radiant light shining down, making the river surface appear as if it were covered with a layer of clear jade gauze. A beautiful white wolf leaped out of the water, and in an instant, countless water droplets flew up, like a rain shower.

Through the thin veil of rain, Bai Ling saw Bai Lang's icy blue eyes.

The white wolf had a fish in its mouth, and its icy blue eyes looked towards Bai Ling.

Bai Ling's heart was pounding like a drum. His mind was completely captivated by the agile and heroic figure of the white wolf leaping out of the water. He could only stand there, stunned, and had no other reaction.

They even forgot to greet the white wolf.

Yue glanced at him and tossed the fish in her mouth toward Bai Ling.

Bai Ling subconsciously reached out and caught it. The fish, splashing water, struggled in mid-air before flying in a round arc and finally landing steadily in Bai Ling's arms.

The fish struggled in Bai Ling's arms, and before he could react, it flew away again. He quickly reached out and grabbed the fish, which was over a foot long, holding on tightly and refusing to let go.

Bai Ling didn't recognize the boy, but since the boy and Yue appeared together by the river, they must have come to catch fish together.

The boy looked curiously at the fish basket with a large belly and a small mouth next to Bai Ling's feet, scratched his head and said, "Is this a fish basket? I've never seen one like this in the tribe before."

"I learned this from a dream, and I asked the elders of the tribe to help me make it so I could see if I could catch fish."