Ji Nuan’s thin face broke into a warm smile: "Hello, grandmas, I’m fine after drinking Shaman’s bitter medicine!"
The grandmothers around her nodded reassuringly: "That’s good!"
"Is Shan Zaizai going to gather?" Join the grandmas?"
Ji Nuan declined the grandmas’ invitation with a smile: "I wanted to take a walk. The Shaman said my fever just broke, and walking could help. I also wanted to find some food to gather!"
Hearing that it was the Shaman’s advice, all the grandmas nodded seriously: "If the Shaman said it, it must be right. Take your time, Shan Zaizai, we’re going to gather!"
"Okay!" Ji Nuan waved goodbye to the friendly grandmas and walked in the other direction with a poorly made basket on her back. She thought it was better not to slow them down with her weak condition. The grandmas walked at a fast pace she couldn’t keep up with.
Light poured down through the tree tops, sprinkling spots of sunlight in the jungle, which looked stunningly beautiful, but Ji Nuan couldn’t help pulling a long face.
Could someone tell her what strange planet she had crossed into? She didn’t recognize a single plant here.
Isn’t it said that a time-crossing woman could stumble upon sweet potatoes wherever she fell?
Where are the sweet potatoes!!!
God wants her dead, doesn’t He? Is He planning to starve her to death?
"Cluck cluck~ Cluck cluck~" The cheerful cackling of chickens interrupted Ji Nuan’s sorrow. Her eyes lit up as she saw several wild chickens strutting around fearlessly.
The Orcs never caught wild chickens. Once, a hungry child in the tribe caught a chicken and ended up swallowing a belly full of feathers, which made him sick for a long time. After that incident, the tribe stopped eating wild chickens.
So the wild chickens here weren’t afraid of the Orcs at all. They pecked around the ground leisurely.
But Ji Nuan wasn’t a native here. Since no one wanted the chickens, why couldn’t she?
Hehe~ life is looking up~
She picked up her basket and bent over to tip toe from behind the chickens surreptitiously.
Hehe, I’m so brilliant. If the chickens can eat it, so can I. What a helpful "little white chicken", there’s no harm in trying.
After trailing the chickens for a while with a sleazy grin, Ji Nuan leaned against a tree behind her, her waist and back aching.
The chickens were eating some red berries. The thought of their taste made her teeth on edge; they were utterly sour.
But she could collect some and use them as vinegar.
Ji Nuan picked a berry from the bush next to her, rubbed it on her beast skin clothing, and scraped off a bit of the skin with her front teeth. She popped it into her mouth.
"Ack ack ack~" Goodness! The berry she remembered being sour was now even more so, as it wasn’t ripe yet. She felt as if her tongue would cramp up.
She looked at the group of chickens in admiration, "they eat so much sour food. I hope their meat isn’t sour too."
No matter, she would catch a couple and give them a taste test. After all, practice is the sole criterion of truth.
She hefted her basket and approached two fat chickens that had strayed from the flock. They merely glanced at her with their shiny black eyes, then stretched their necks to peck at the low fruit again.
With a swift movement, she swept them into her basket. Ji Nuan quickly tied the chickens’ feet with some prepared vine and tossed them into the basket before continuing to wander around the forest.
"What’s this? It looks so weird."
Ji Nuan squatted down to inspect a plant half her height. It was covered with small, red fruits that resembled mini sausages.