Bringing a System to the Beast World

Chapter 446 The Thigh Matter
Upon returning to the tribe, the orcs, seeing their fellow tribesmen's unworldly demeanor, felt a sense of superiority and raised their chins, saying, "Yes, we hunted these prey on the second day after we arrived at the Snow Tiger tribe."

After being processed into cured meat by the females of the Snow Tiger tribe, it has not spoiled at all to this day.

As he spoke, he picked up a plump hind leg and sniffed it.

The Flying Eagle Shaman looked at the orc warrior: "Do you know how the Snow Tiger females make their prey into cured meat?"

He looked at his orc warrior with a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

The Flying Eagle Orc Warrior's sense of superiority crumbled instantly, and he awkwardly touched his nose: "This is a secret of the Snow Tiger Tribe. We hand over the processed prey to the females who are in charge of pickling it, and they take it to a special stone house. We can't see it at all."

Flying Eagle Witch gave him a disdainful look: "Judging from your spirited appearance just now, I thought you had already mastered this skill, but it turns out you don't know anything."

Being looked down upon by his own shaman, the orc could only force a smile, feeling incredibly guilty inside.

Seeing the unfriendly looks from the surrounding tribesmen, he quickly changed the subject.

He walked to the jar next to him, patted the plump jar and said, "This is a kind of pottery that the Snow Tiger Tribe makes themselves. Inside are their pickled wild vegetables, which can be stored for a very long time."

He carefully opened a jar, then took out a piece of bamboo from his pocket, opened the lid of the bamboo jar, and pulled out a pair of clean chopsticks.

He took some pickled wild vegetables out of the jar and immediately put the lid back on: "Every time you take out pickled wild vegetables, you need to use clean chopsticks that are not wet."

As he spoke, he waved the two bamboo chopsticks in his hand: "These are them."

Then he fetched some water, rinsed the pickled wild vegetables in it, and handed them to his shaman: "Try it. The pickled vegetables are made with salt, so they taste a bit salty."

It's cured with salt!

This statement made everyone's eyes light up with anticipation. Goodness, we definitely have to try this.

There weren't many wild vegetables picked out, just about one per person. The last two orc warriors shared one.

However, the taste of the pickled wild vegetables still left everyone wanting more.

"I never knew wild vegetables could be prepared like this; it tastes really good!"

"The color may look a bit off, but it really tastes delicious."

Seeing that everyone seemed to like it, the Flying Eagle Orc couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The idea of ​​pickling vegetables was a last-minute decision made by the orc warriors from the three tribes. They were initially a little apprehensive, but after seeing the reactions of their own people, they instantly felt relieved.

“Witch, when the Snow Tiger tribe is pickling game and wild vegetables, we outsiders are not allowed to be present. Every stone house where pickled food is made is guarded by orcs or orc warriors, so we have no way to get close.”

As soon as the Flying Eagle Orc warrior finished speaking, the tribesmen in the cave exchanged glances and nodded knowingly. If their tribe could produce food that could be stored for a long time, they would naturally keep it a secret from other tribes.

Flying Eagle Witch nodded: "It's alright, it's already very good that we were able to bring back so much pickled food."

He sighed and wiped the cured meat, which looked much darker than fresh prey, with a touch of melancholy: "How long can we eat this cured meat?"

The Flying Eagle Orc Warrior's eyes lit up, and he nodded repeatedly, his eyes filled with undisguised admiration: "When we left, the grandmothers who made the cured meat said that the cured meat we made could last until the end of next spring."

"scare!"

"Can it be stored for such a long time?"

"real or fake?"

Seeing that everyone was somewhat skeptical, the Flying Eagle Tribe orc warrior quickly said, "I heard from the Snow Tiger Tribe orc warriors that they put the prepared cured meat in a cool food storage cave and only took it with them to eat when they migrated recently."

Upon hearing the orc warrior's words, the Flying Eagle Witch recalled eating a type of meat at the Snow Tiger Witch's place that was flavorful even without salt. Now that he thought about it, that must have been the Snow Tiger Tribe's cured meat.

Thinking this, his gaze toward the cured meat in the basket on his back grew even more intense.

He waved to the orc warriors outside: "Put all this cured meat in the innermost part of the food storage cave and preserve it properly. Let's eat fresh food first."

Thinking of the agonizing days before the end of each winter, Flying Eagle's worries lessened considerably.

With these preserved foods, we can manage by eating them sparingly, and fewer people will die in the tribe this winter.

Thinking about it this way, a smile appeared on his face.

The people who came here are the backbone of the Flying Eagle Tribe, and they are well aware of the importance of food that can be stored until spring.

They couldn't help but look at their companions with delight.

Seeing that everyone looked very satisfied, the Flying Eagle Tribe orc warrior felt relieved, only to remember that he had something even more important to tell the chieftain and the shaman.

He quickly took out a large leaf bag from the basket on his back, carefully opened it, and inside were several very thick taro roots, about the same length as his forearm.

Perhaps the orc's expression was too excited, for the surrounding tribesmen and eagle shamans couldn't help but look over.

"what is this?"

They were all drawn to the unfamiliar object in his hand.

The orc warrior tried to calm his breathing before looking at the taro in his hand with fervent eyes: "This is a food called taro, a new food that the Snow Tiger tribe discovered this year."

New food!
Everyone held their breath. Every new food was the result of a great deal of effort from the tribespeople to discover, and some tribes even paid with their lives for the discovery of a new food.

But what did this kid from my own tribe just say? He brought back new food that the Snow Tiger tribe discovered?

The Flying Eagle Shaman looked at him with a solemn expression: "Do you know what this means? If the Snow Tiger Tribe finds out that you stole their newly discovered food, our two tribes might even fight over it."

The Flying Eagle Shaman was filled with conflicting emotions. The new food represented life and gave his people a greater hope of survival.

However, the Flying Eagle Tribe and the Snow Tiger Tribe have always had a good relationship, and it would be a mistake to turn them into enemies over this food.
His brows suddenly furrowed; this was something he didn't want.

After their initial excitement, the surrounding tribesmen also began to think about the relationship between the two tribes, and their joy dissipated considerably.

The orc warrior took out two taro and threw them into the fire in the middle of the cave. Then he grinned and showed his big white teeth, saying, "Witch, uncles and aunts, don't worry. This new food is something the Snow Tiger tribe has tacitly allowed us to learn."

The orc warrior's words instantly shattered the previous tense atmosphere, and everyone in the cave looked over in disbelief.

How could anyone be willing to share their precious food with people from other tribes?

The Flying Eagle Tribe orcs had previously thought it was troublesome for the Snow Tiger Tribe to grow taro in the fields. Now, they realized that the reason the Snow Tiger Tribe wasn't afraid of other tribes finding out about this new food was probably because they weren't afraid of competing with other tribes, since they could grow a lot of taro themselves. "The Snow Tiger Tribe planted a lot of taro on their old settlement land that was once buried by mud and sand. On the day I was resting, their taro matured, and they dug up a lot of it, and each taro was about the size of the ones I have in my hand."

They are able to grow their own taro and are not afraid to compete with other tribes for the taro that grows in the forest.

The orc's eyes were sincere.

The Flying Eagle Shaman stepped forward, took a taro, and held it in his hand. The taro was so thick that he couldn't hold it with one hand.

His eyes were slightly red as he took a deep breath and looked at the orc warrior: "How do you eat this kind of food?"

The orc warrior tilted his head to look at the fire in the middle of the cave: "Just throw them into the fire and roast them until they're cooked, then you can eat them."

He thought of the many delicious foods the Snow Tiger tribe made with taro, and couldn't help but lick his lips: "The Snow Tiger tribe can make many, many delicious foods with taro, but we don't know how to make them."

Flying Eagle Witch's hand trembled slightly at his side. He tried to suppress his excitement and raised his hand to scrape off the skin of the taro to see the fruit inside.

Before he knew it, a pair of rough, large hands stopped him, and the orc warrior's anxious voice rang in his ears: "Please, please don't touch the taro juice with your hands. Taro is delicious, but the juice of raw taro has a slight odor."

He scratched his head halfway through his sentence, carefully recalling what the old woman had said before, and then tapped his head after a moment and said, "There is a slight toxin that will make people feel pain and itching, so when we peel taro, we can wrap a layer of animal skin around our hands."

Poisonous food
Over the years, the reason why each tribe has only recognized a few foods is because there are too many poisonous things in the forest, and one careless mistake can cost a person their life.

Therefore, people are very sensitive to poison.

Upon hearing this, Flying Eagle Witch hesitated for a moment.

The orc warrior knew what his tribesmen were thinking, because he himself had thought the same way before.

The air inside the cave was somewhat still.

Just then, an enticing aroma wafted from the fire. The orc warrior quickly went to the fire, picked up a piece of firewood, and pulled out the taro that had just been thrown in.

I brushed off the wood ash that was stuck to it, held it in my hand without fear of getting burned, and broke it in half.

The sweet and tempting aroma of roasted taro filled the entire cave, and a series of gulping sounds broke the silence.

The orc warrior picked up half a taro and took a bite, his face showing a nostalgic and satisfied expression: "It's so delicious, fragrant and soft."

After he had finished eating for a while, he handed the remaining half of the taro to Xuehu Wu: "Please try it."

Amidst the disapproving looks of the crowd, Snow Tiger Witch took the roasted taro from the orc warrior and took a bite. The fragrant and soft food instantly filled his mouth, making him unconsciously squint his eyes in happiness.

Seeing his appearance, everyone knew exactly what to do and quickly started eating. In just a short while, the remaining taro was devoured.

As for those who didn't manage to grab any, they took the few taro the orcs had left, leaving only one for them to remember them by.

The cave, filled with the aroma of taro, swept away its previous silence and gloom and became lively.

After everyone had finished sharing the roasted taro, they licked their fingers with lingering satisfaction, saying, "This food is so delicious!"

"Do we have this food in our tribe's territory?"

The Flying Eagle Witch looked at the orc warrior beside him.

The orc nodded: "This taro is the food we always saw wild boars eating. It's the fruit that those grasses buried underground."

He's right, isn't he? These are all things that Lord Wuyue said before.

Everyone was stunned again. So they had just eaten wild boar food?

Suddenly, things started to feel a little awkward, and feelings of envy and jealousy welled up uncontrollably in my heart.

Well! They humbly eat bitter wild vegetable dumplings every day, while wild boars eat better than them.

"The Snow Tiger tribe said that the taro dug up from the forest is not as big as the ones they grow themselves, but it is not small either. There are many such taro in the territory where our tribe's wild boars often roam."

If we dig it up, we'll have plenty of food again.

Moreover, these taro roots can be stored for much longer than wild vegetables.

Wu Yue and the others did not teach the cellar to the orc warriors of the three tribes, but winter was coming soon and the weather was very cold now, so storing it until winter would not be a problem.

The delicious food was being devoured by wild boars every day. Now that they knew, the group could no longer sit still. They quickly got up, grabbed the orc warrior's arm, and headed outside.

"Let's go to where the wild boars roam now and dig out the taro overnight."

Food that is easy to preserve is the most precious thing.

After winter, when the rare fruits on the tribe's territory ripen, we must send some to the Snow Tiger tribe. We must stick close to this powerful ally.

News of the new food, taro, spread quickly throughout the Flying Eagle Tribe.

Three days later, the same thing was happening in the Mad Lion Tribe and the Flying Wolf Tribe.

Meanwhile, in the Snow Tiger tribe, Wu Yue and Yuan Lang had already released the second batch of ferocious beasts into the large cave.

After their initial shock at seeing the prey piled up into a small mountain, Nagano and the other slaves began the pickling process.

Don't ask questions, just do it!
To Wu Yue and Yuan Lang's surprise, the fishy and pungent smell of the marinated beast meat became even stronger.

"Is this edible?"

Wu Yue covered her nose in disgust and ran away, only to find Yuan Lang still standing there, his expression even showing a hint of enjoyment.

I was speechless. What kind of bizarre hobby is this?

Feeling the energy locked inside the cured meat, Yuan Lang was pleasantly surprised.

Surprisingly, the meat of these ferocious beasts retained its energy after being marinated, which was quite a pleasant surprise.

Eating one during battle will allow you to replenish your energy in the shortest amount of time.

(End of this chapter)