Fuyi not only brought about two dozen orcs, but also brought the voices of the females.

Ji Nuan glanced at him speechlessly: "I also want the clansmen to come over and take a look, but how dangerous it is here, who knows when the disaster like last time will happen again."

The orcs can still escape, but what about the females? ”

Fuyi nodded: "Yes, everyone saw the disaster last time." ”

A few orcs behind him stepped forward: "Witch Doctor, I heard that you have found another way to store food, you are amazing. ”

Ji Nuan laughed: "It's not me, it's me, Xiu Yan and Yali, we researched it together, and there are orcs on the beach who said to help." ”

Several orcs nodded in unison, but the eyes that looked at her could not hide their admiration.

They are all orcs of the Watson tribe in the past, although they have left the old tribe and come to the new tribe now, but the new tribe is a little far away from the old tribe, and they want to help the witch doctor and the tribesmen protect the tribe and strangle all the uneasy factors in the cradle.

Of course Ji Nuan knew them, and she always had a different kind of intimacy in her heart for the old people of the Watson tribe.

"I'll leave the rest to you, I'll add you the first method of storage now, and the other method of salting with salt has not yet been studied.

When we find the most suitable amount of pickling, we will use the two methods together. ”

The orcs seemed to look at the thin little female cub who was standing at the mouth of Uncle Xiuli's cave and said that the giggling beast could eat it, and they responded with a smile one by one.

The Watson tribe is busy here, while the Monte tribe on the other side is ready to set off to deliver prey to the old tribe.

The salt brought back this time was all on credit, and it was said that if there was enough food, it would be sent to the Watson tribe.

Looking at the beast behind him that was bound by the vines and still struggling, Mengtai's eyes were also full of joy.

Living beasts are hard to catch, but in such hot weather, dead prey is even more difficult to store.

Their Monte tribe did not have the same pickling method as the Watson tribe, so as soon as Meng Zhuo returned to the tribe, he called several captains of the tribe and the witch doctor Meng Luo to discuss the matter of catching the live beasts.

For the Watson tribe, the Monte tribe has a very unified opinion, and even fights for the position of this capture team member.

After the hunt, the task of sending the prey is also the business of this capture team, doesn't this mean that they can be the Watson tribe again.

Thinking of the delicious food of the Watson tribe, the saliva of the people almost wet the hides on their chests.

Even if it's a meal, it's still eating.

Raise your hand decisively, but...

Orcs who do not have very good family conditions do not have this blessing, and they have to try to hunt more prey in their leisure time after hunting, so that the cubs and females in the family can grow some meat to survive the cold season.

"Father, then we'll go." Montai led the orcs behind him, each carrying two baskets on their backs, and most of the baskets were cubs of some prey.

The cubs are freely placed in the basket, while the more accessible adults are tied to their limbs and mouths.

Watching the figures of the orcs quickly disappear into the stone plain, Meng Zhuo silently wiped the shiny corners of his mouth.

Can he say, in fact, that he also wants to send prey to the Watson tribe and rub some delicious food by the way?