Chapter 20: Making a Water Jar

With the baby’s cries ringing out, the orcs guarding the door let out a collective sigh of relief.

Fei Li cleaned the baby, wrapped it in clean, soft animal skin, and placed it next to Vina.

Mu Dong tightly held Vina’s hand, and there was a hint of moisture in his eyes.

The family of three huddled together, enjoying a warm and affectionate moment.

Fei Li stepped out of the house and sat down on the ground.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, realizing that it was already noon.

Listening to the murmurs of Mu Dong and Vina behind him, he felt that his great ideal of becoming a doctor could be fulfilled here as well.

His parents had died because they didn’t receive timely treatment following an accident.

Since then, he has vowed to become a doctor who can save lives and heals the wounded.

Having ended up here by a twist of fate, he had felt that all his ideals and ambitions had no place to be realized, which left him feeling quite frustrated.

Now, it seemed that things weren’t as bad as he had thought.

Looking at the people around him, he saw that they were gazing at him with respect, fear, and curiosity.

Witch doctors were extremely rare in this world. From the moment he admitted to being one, he was destined to bear the expectations of many.

The tribe wanted to place their hopes on him but was hesitant because he wasn’t one of them.

Everyone respected and feared him, unsure whether they should approach him or not.

Thinking about the inconvenience Mu Dong had faced while fetching water earlier, Fei Li approached Luo Sang who was standing in the distance.

“Luo Sang, I have a suggestion. I see that using water in the tribe is quite troublesome. How about making some containers that can hold water inside the house?”

“Containers? What is that?” Luo Sang looked at him in confusion, not understanding what he was saying.

Fei Li glanced around, picked up a stone from the ground, and drew the shape of a water jar on the ground.

He had observed the situation around the tribe for the past few days.

To the west of the tribe was a small river, where the tribe members collected their daily water.

Luo Sang’s house was on the east side of the tribe, quite far from the small river, making daily water use very inconvenient.

Staring at the drawing, Luo Sang asked, “What is this?”

“A water jar. We have many large stones around here. We can use tools to shape these stones into this form, fill them with water, and keep them in the house, which will make accessing water much easier in the future.”

Luo Sang turned to look at the stones. They were so hard—could their tools handle it?

Noticing Luo Sang’s confusion, Fei Li quickly picked up two stones of different materials from the ground.

“Stones come in different materials. Some are softer, while others are harder. We can find stones of medium hardness to make the water jars, and also make some stone bowls, pots, and so on.”

Fei Li was excited at the thought of cooking with stone pots instead of eating grilled meat every day.

Luo Sang, however, furrowed his brows and muttered, “Materials? Hardness? What are these things?”

Fei Li slapped his forehead, realizing he had made a mistake!

These primitive orcs probably had never heard of such modern terms.

How should he explain this to Luo Sang?

Thinking quickly, he casually brushed it off, “This is just a local dialect from my hometown that you don’t understand. I’ll try not to use such terms in the future and keep up with your trends.”

“Trends?”

“…”

Luo Sang, must you keep questioning? Are you a language teacher, so fond of pointing out language errors?

Let’s get to work!

After lunch, Fei Li had Luo Sang start making the water jars.

To make these stone vessels popular in the tribe, he needed to produce a batch first.

Orcs are naturally strong, so he focused on Luo Sang.

But Luo Sang, with his noble demeanor, was completely dismissive of doing such trivial tasks.

In the tribe, orcs warriors were responsible for hunting, while their partners did these mundane tasks.

“Luo Sang, I’m carrying a baby. Can you really bear to make me do this?” Fei Li blinked and looked at him pitifully.

Luo Sang remained unmoved.

“Aren’t you thirsty at night? Isn’t it a hassle to go to the river every time you want water?”

Luo Sang remained indifferent.

“Once the stone pots are done, I’ll cook the best food for you. How about that?”

Luo Sang’s impassive face finally showed some reaction as he lowered his gaze to the large stone in front of him. In the end, Luo Sang obediently sat in front of the stone and began to shape the water jar from the hardest rock.

Fei Li sat beside him, watching Luo Sang work.

Occasionally, passing tribesmen would see Luo Sang working while Fei Li rested, and they all showed expressions of surprise.

This male is quite bold, daring to make Luo Sang do these tasks?

Feeling somewhat embarrassed by the attention, Fei Li stood up and walked to a small forest behind the tribe, intending to gather some ingredients to reward Luo Sang’s stomach in the evening.

As soon as his foot touched the dry twigs in the forest, the twigs immediately sprouted tender green shoots.

Everywhere he passed, withered trees came back to life, and the branches were lush with leaves.

Focused solely on finding ingredients, he naturally didn’t notice these small anomalies.

Looking around, he suddenly spotted some mushroom-like things hidden among the weeds in the center of the forest.

He hurried to the center of the forest and indeed found mushrooms.

As a medical student, he could instantly tell that these mushrooms were non-toxic.

After picking a large bundle of mushrooms, he was about to leave when suddenly a flurry of sharp arrows shot towards him.

He quickly shielded the mushrooms and stepped back.

Damn! Could he have run into some hostile tribe’s orcs?

Anxiously looking around, he didn’t see anyone emerging.

The enemy was hidden, and he was exposed.

This feeling of being vulnerable made him very uncomfortable.

“Who’s causing trouble? Come out already. Why are you hiding and lurking around?” he shouted into the empty forest.

The surroundings were eerily quiet, with no response.

If not for the arrows sticking out in front of him, he would have thought it was just his imagination.

Tentatively taking a step forward, several more sharp arrows shot towards him.

This time, he followed the direction of the arrows and found the person hiding in the shadows.

Looking up, he saw a person, camouflaged to match the forest trees, hanging on a tree trunk with a bow and arrow, watching him intently.

Placing the mushrooms on the ground, he raised his hands and said, “Friend, I mean no harm. I’m just here to find some food. I’m hungry.”

As he spoke, he patted his flattened stomach.

The person in the tree seemed to understand his gesture, lowered the bow and arrow, and gradually descended to the ground in front of him.

“This is my territory. You should leave immediately!”

Glaring at the mushrooms on the ground, the person angrily ordered him away.

Swallowing hard, Fei Li was reluctant to part with the enticing mushrooms. “What’s your name? Are you an orc? I’m from the Wolf Tribe, not far from here. How about we become friends? In the future, can I exchange meat for mushrooms from the forest?”

As soon as the person heard the mention of the Wolf Tribe tribe, he immediately aimed an arrow at Fei Li’s throat…