Orc Girl's Tribal Daily Life

Chapter 64 Igniting the Spark

There are two types of moving ceremonies in the tribe: large-scale and small-scale.

The host invited all the familiar clansmen to come and help move furniture and other things. Then, in front of everyone, the host lit a fire and distributed the first piece of roasted meat to everyone present.

That's it.

For small groups, it's even simpler... they can just secretly light the fire by themselves.

If Mao's father were still in the tribe, he would definitely have organized a grand event and invited many tribespeople.

However, Mao counted his connections: Luo was one, He was another... and at most, he added Li, who had helped him before.

They couldn't even gather enough for one hand.

However, even if there are few people, you still have to invite them. After confirming the location of the new home, Mao took the cub, who seemed to be thinking about something, to the small rock mountain. When inviting others to your moving ceremony, you must go and invite them in person.

Because there is a meat-sharing ceremony in the middle, and given the importance of food in the tribe, joining without being invited is considered a very disliked act.

We arrived at Xiaoshishan just as get out of class was about to end.

Pear readily agreed. He had always wanted to befriend Mao, who lived near his home, but Mao was too aloof and difficult to approach. He never expected that they would become friends now.

The little girl happy and the little boy Zhuang also came to greet Jiang Luoluo. They hadn't seen Jiang Luoluo for several days and missed her very much... as well as all the new things she made.

Upon hearing Mao's invitation to Li, the two exchanged a glance, both quite tempted, mainly because they had never personally experienced a moving ceremony before.

Adults wouldn't bring their children along to freeload.

The little girl was more reserved, her eyes darting around as she thought of a suitable reason to speak, while the little boy was much more direct, grabbing Mao's sleeve and asking directly.

"Mao, can I join?"

Mao couldn't bring himself to refuse, and silently nodded, "Okay..."

Turning his head, he met the bright gaze of the little girl, Xi, and hesitated for a moment, "...happy, are you coming?"

"Yes!" the little girl answered loudly.

Jiang Luoluo was still pondering.

There was no way around it; the discovery of a written language passed down in the tribe was just too much of a shock for her.

Jiang Luoluo had already mentally prepared herself for the fact that she had transmigrated to an ordinary primitive tribe, and she had also accepted the premise that there might be some magical powers in the tribe.

Suddenly, it was discovered that the tribe had a written tradition.

It's like returning to your hometown to start a business. You thought you could rely on the advanced knowledge you've acquired over the years to lead your hometown out of poverty and into prosperity, but then you suddenly discover that impoverished families who have been struggling to harvest their crops year after year have pulled out the latest version of high-tech planting equipment.

Oh no, if you already have this, how come the village/tribe is still the same as it is now?!

What does the transmission of written language represent? It represents the evolution of human survival methods to meet certain conditions, resulting in a complete, healthy, and stable way of continuing survival. Only on this basis can writing be born.

Let's look at the current way of life in the tribe. They only have hunting, which is incomplete, unhealthy, and unstable. Work such as mining and herb gathering is essentially a source of food for the hunting team.

The incompleteness lies in the fact that hunting is full of unknowns. Even after thousands of years, the tribesmen still encounter many unfamiliar wild animals and have to pay a great price to learn about and become familiar with them.

So much so that no matter how many wild animals the tribe recorded, there were always large blank areas and areas that were not yet unlocked in the hunting guide.

How can an unhealthy way of life, which often comes at the cost of life, be considered healthy?

Unstable – the targets of hunting are always random. The year before last or last year, this place may have been the territory of a black bear den, but this year it may suddenly become the territory of a golden tiger, and next year it may become the territory of a red jackal.

Even the competition among plants seems so fierce. It doesn't even need the rainy season to arrive. It could be a strong wind or a heavy rain. A place that was full of flowers a few days ago can be covered with some kind of vine in the blink of an eye, or vice versa.

The most important point is that the Frostfire Tribe moved here about 1,500 years ago, and their written language has been passed down since then.

In other words, the world had writing at least 1,500 years ago.

Jiang Luoluo knew that this world couldn't possibly only have the Frost Tribe—it seemed impossible that there were only two thousand humans in one world.

Even in a post-apocalyptic world overrun by zombies, there can't be only a handful of survivors.

So, what about people in other places? Are they like the Yanshuang tribe, who have remained in their primitive state for over 1,500 years without any progress?

Or perhaps they have already transitioned from a tribe to a dynasty, reaching the point where "the world, after a long period of division, tends to unite; after a long period of unity, tends to divide."

To take it even further, perhaps steam and electricity have already been developed?

Countless possibilities flashed through Jiang Luoluo's mind, making it impossible for her to calm down.

It wasn't until she walked all the way home from Little Stone Mountain and saw the familiar scene that Jiang Luoluo came back to her senses.

What's the point of thinking so much? She still has to live and grow up in the tribe. It's not like she'll find out about these things today and someone will suddenly land a plane and pick her up tomorrow.

Aside from slightly updating her worldview, this information had no impact on her life.

I still have to think about what to eat later and what to eat tomorrow.

"Luo, come quick, come quick!" The little girl stood at the entrance of the cave, calling out to Jiang Luoluo.

Mao was very lucky; the light rain that had been falling all morning stopped briefly while he was moving.

The three invited children, Li, happy, and Zhuang, all enthusiastically helped move Mao's belongings from Jiang Luoluo's cave to Mao's new home.

Mao didn't have much stuff, and the children carried it all in two trips. Next, the most important thing was to light the fire and prepare the meat. The little girl Xi Zheng called Jiang Luoluo over to watch the fire.

The only reliable adult in charge of these things was Brown, who spread the ash soil that Mao had obtained from the shaman on the ground in the middle of the cave.

They neatly laid out a small circle about the size of a palm, and then picked out a few rather unusual tree branches and placed them on top of the gray soil.

Mao followed He and arranged the selected firewood in the outside to form a frame.

After completing this step, Brown stood up and stepped back, giving the middle position to Mao alone.

Mao bent down, picked up a piece of Earth Star Stone and a stone knife he had personally sharpened, and clashed them together forcefully, sending sparks flying onto the firewood that had been set up.

In an instant, a huge flame shot into the air.