Orc Girl's Tribal Daily Life

Chapter 83 Drunkenness

Although it's called fruit wine, it actually tastes more like sweet water infused with fruit, with a rich fruity flavor and a sweet taste.

It just smells a bit like alcohol.

Jiang Luoluo estimated that it should be around 1 or 2 degrees, maybe even less. Once fermentation is complete, the degree won't be too high.

After all, the highest alcohol content of traditional brewing is only around 30 degrees; any higher would require distillation or other methods.

Mao naturally noticed Jiang Luoluo's little actions, but since the tribe did not know about the existence of wine or what it was, he did not pay attention to it.

Even Chi had finished a whole bowl and was perfectly fine, so it was no problem for the cub to drink a couple of sips.

Mao didn't ask to drink it himself. Chi dared to make a request to the cub because he was confident that he could offer several times the reward in exchange, but Mao didn't have that confidence.

Moreover, thanks to the cubs, Mao gets to eat a lot of jam every day. Compared to that, the fruit juice that isn't as sweet as jam is less appealing to him.

In the end, he's still just a kid who only likes sweets.

Jiang Luoluo drank one sip after another, and Chi also asked her for several more bowls, and the two of them drank together.

At first, Jiang Luoluo just wanted to taste it, but then she thought that she had already drunk quite a bit from this jar, so drinking a little more wouldn't hurt.

Finally, thinking that since we had already drunk half of it, we might as well finish it all to save space in the wooden jar.

He and Mao each received a bowl.

Like Red, Brown took two sips and his eyes brightened. "This fruit juice is good!"

Mao pursed his lips, finding the jam sweeter, but didn't object, remaining as quiet as ever.

As the group was drinking, a snoring sound suddenly broke out.

Looking in the direction of the sound, I saw the cub holding half a bowl of the remaining fruit juice, its head slowly falling asleep, with soft snoring coming from its nose.

Brown glanced at the weather outside subconsciously; it was indeed only been a short time since he had woken up in the morning.

The cubs' sleep schedule is usually fixed. Even if it is irregular at times, they should only start to feel sleepy in the afternoon, not fall asleep shortly after waking up in the morning.

This time of year is usually when the cubs are at their most energetic.

All three of them turned their attention to the wooden bowl in the cub's hand.

"Go find the witch!" Brown immediately stood up.

Aka quickly caught the swaying cub, while Mao stepped forward and took the wooden bowl and the remaining jar of fruit juice from the cub's hands, wrapping them up with some rainproof grass leaves.

These things are to be shown to the shaman later.

Braving the heavy rain, the three people quickly ran up the mountain with the cub in their arms.

"Hmm..." The witch looked at the cub sleeping soundly on the wooden bed, still making smacking noises.

He then picked up the remaining fruit juice in the wooden bowl and tasted it twice.

"Wu, how is Luo? Is she alright? Is this fruit juice poisoned?" He asked worriedly, completely ignoring the fact that he had also drunk quite a bit but was still standing there unharmed.

“Witch, I drank most of this, but Luo didn’t drink much and I didn’t have any reaction. How did she become like this?” Chi also asked.

“I drank it too!” Mao quickly replied.

The shaman stared at the cub, lost in thought for a moment, then snapped back to reality amidst the voices of the others. She shook her head and, just when the others thought there was no hope, said, "Luo is fine, he's just drunk."

"Drunk?" Brown asked again, puzzled.

The shaman looked at the jar of "fruit juice" with a complicated expression, as if a turbulent emotion was surging within him, but he quickly composed himself and concealed it. "This stuff is called wine. Some people can drink it, while others get drunk after just one sip, especially children."

As she spoke, Wu gently shook her head, "Alcohol is not for children. Just keep an eye on Luo next time and make sure he doesn't touch it."

"You don't need to worry about Luo. She'll be fine once she wakes up."

The shaman never expected that the "wine" that had been lost in the tribe for so long would be recreated by the cub.

The shaman looked up at Chi and said, "You shouldn't drink too much either. It's not just Luo who gets drunk. Some people might lose control when they're drunk and cause trouble in the tribe. Be careful not to damage the tribe's things."

Chi scratched his head. "I won't do that, witch, really."

Seeing this, He asked worriedly, "Wu, Luo still has a few jars of wine. Should we throw them away?"

Mao nodded in agreement; such a dangerous creature should indeed not be left behind.

Chi was shocked and quickly tried to stop him, "Don't throw them away! Even if you're going to throw them away... why don't you just drink them all?"

Wu paused for a moment, then waved his hand, "No need for that. Wine is a good thing too. We can have Luo make more."

Meeting the puzzled looks of the group, Wu smiled and said, "Don't you feel your bodies getting hot?"

The group felt a slight warmth emanating from their bodies, mainly in their stomachs, which were faintly warm. However, since they had just run up from the foot of the mountain, they naturally attributed it to the heat generated by exercise.

Only now, upon closer inspection, have I noticed the differences.

With a nostalgic gaze, Wu looked at the group and said, "Wine can dispel cold from the body, but Luo's wine is not yet fully brewed, so the effect is not that obvious."

"If there is enough wine, the hunting team may have a much easier time this snow season."

The snowy season is the most difficult season for the tribe. Although it is equally difficult to go out hunting during the rainy season, if they are really forced to, they can grit their teeth and rush into the Taz Forest, where there is food everywhere, so they won't starve to death.

But the snowy season is not an option. During the snowy season, it is cold, most wild animals hide and hibernate, making them difficult to find. Plants wither and cannot be eaten, and the snow covers everything, making it difficult to move around.

Although the tribespeople are physically strong, countless members still freeze to death in the frigid weather of the snowy season.

If those tribesmen had "alcohol" on them, they would at least have a better chance of survival.

Only then did the group realize the value of the "wine".

But if the shaman knew of the existence of "wine," why had he never seen wine in the tribe before?

Judging from what the cubs did, "alcohol" doesn't seem to be anything complicated.

The shaman was silent for a moment, then gave a helpless laugh, his voice filled with self-mockery, "According to the tribe's records, wine is made from red millet, yellow wheat, and white glutinous rice..."

"...Who knew that wine could be made with just a few fruits?"

The shaman's gaze passed over the walls of the wooden house, looking into the distance beyond Silver Peak Mountain.

"This is a land where no life can take place, where nothing can grow."

Neither red millet, yellow wheat, white glutinous rice, nor many other plants can take root and grow on this land.

However, their tribe never yielded, and even by eating raw flesh and blood, like a parasitic sore, they managed to survive here.