Chasing Birds Away (Continued)

Seeing the little guy's appearance, Jian Mo stroked his soft, fluffy head and said to Wu Jiong, "Let the little guy go out and play."

Wu Jiong looked down at the little white wolf. "Don't be naughty while playing outside."

The little white wolf let out a soft, childish howl and whispered, "I... I understand, Chieftain."

As it spoke, the little guy curled up its bottom and started scratching with its paws, wanting nothing more than to get down on the ground.

Wu Jiong put the little guy down, and the little guy took off running and disappeared out of the yard.

Jian Mo turned to look at Wu Jiong: "You're really not good with kids."

Wu Jiong: "They're afraid of me."

Jian Mo couldn't help but chuckle, "I can tell."

Wu Jiong pulled something out of his pocket. "Here, a gift."

It was a cloudy day, and the light wasn't very good. Jian Mo smiled with her eyes crinkled, and her vision wasn't very clear for a moment.

He stepped forward, took the object, and found it to be heavy and still warm from Wu Jiong's body; the feel of it in his hand was quite peculiar.

Jian Mo stared wide-eyed at it closely, only to discover that what she held in her hand was actually a metal dagger.

The metal dagger was fitted with an exquisite wooden scabbard. He gently drew the entire dagger, and the sharpened blade gleamed coldly in the room.

He'd been here for so long, used shell daggers and animal bone daggers, but this was the first time he'd ever seen a metal dagger.

That familiar touch, that familiar weight—

Jian Mo sniffed.

Wu Jiong stepped forward. "For this trip, everything else was obtained through the tribe, but I personally traded for the dagger. Do you like it?"

Jian Mo nodded vigorously. "I love it! Thank you!"

Having used the seashell knife for so long, Jian Mo deeply missed the modern knives on Earth, often wishing she had brought a fruit knife with her when she traveled back in time.

Unfortunately, all he carried with him were his cell phone, keys, and canned food.

He had previously considered melting down metals such as keys and cans to make other tools.

After taking stock, I realized that the amount of metal was far too small, and the kiln temperature in the furnace probably wouldn't be enough to melt it, so I gave up on trying.

Jian Mo examined the dagger. "I didn't expect you guys to be able to trade for metal tools this time. This is a copper alloy dagger, isn't it?"

It is difficult for metals to form pure metals in nature, and there is probably no purification technology here, so most of the utensils made are alloy utensils.

Judging from its slightly reddish color, it must be a copper alloy.

Copper alloys have a relatively low melting point and are relatively simple to manufacture.

Wu Jiong shook his head. "I don't know. There's nothing like it near our tribe. We haven't studied it."

Jian Mo: "Aren't there any metal deposits within the tribe's territory?"

Wu Jiong: "No. When we first obtained this kind of equipment, we specifically searched the territory, but we couldn't find it."

Jian Mo a little regretful. If there were metal deposits in the tribe, he might have been able to try mining and forging them using the knowledge he remembered.

Wu Jiong added, "They can't make the glazed pottery and glass we produce. They really like glazed pottery and glass, and the two tribes have even agreed to exchange another batch of goods after some time."

Jian Mo: "That's great."

Wu Jiong nodded. "I've already asked them to make the hoes and machetes you like. We should be able to exchange them next time."

Jian Mo was surprised by his thoughtfulness and instantly moved, saying, "Great. With a hoe and a sickle, it will be much easier to go out gathering next year."

Wu Jiong nodded. Jian Mo was weak, so having good tools would make things easier.

Having been away for several days, Wu Jiong hadn't brought many clothes with him. Now that he was back, he planned to go upstairs to change his clothes and take a shower.

The two hadn't seen each other for several days, Jian Mo had a lot to say to Wu Jiong, so she followed behind him.

Wu Jiong went upstairs, and he went upstairs too.

Neither of them felt that anything was amiss.

After going upstairs, Wu Jiong untied the animal skin and took off the heavy animal skin robe, revealing his sturdy body underneath.

Jian Mo was examining the bronze alloy dagger in her hand and hadn't noticed that he was already removing the animal skin, nor did she turn around.

Then, Jian Mo saw Wu Jiong's entire body.

On a cloudy day, a soft light filtered through the glass windows, casting a unique play of light and shadow on the second floor.

Wu Jiong's body was exposed to this light and shadow.

This young orc had smooth skin and perfectly sculpted muscles—not the bulky, bulging muscles you get from working out in the gym, but rather tight, powerful-looking muscles.

That near-perfect body gave Jian Mo a powerful visual impact; he felt as if he were looking at a sculpture meticulously crafted by an artist, his eyes filled with power and beauty.

When Wu Jiong turned slightly to the side, his waist twisted, and because his waist was exceptionally narrow, his buttocks appeared unusually pert. The shadow cast on his front made Jian Mo involuntarily widen his eyes.

Jian Mo's mind was filled with thoughts like: So it's different from what dogs do!

Jian Mo was stunned for two or three seconds, staring straight ahead, completely unable to react or look away.

Wu Jiong was changing clothes and didn't notice him.

After a while, Jian Mo suddenly came to his senses and said, "I'm going to check on the other supplies we got from the tribe."

Then he turned and ran away in a hurry.

Wu Jiong didn't even have time to call out to him.

In the tribe, Qing Kuo were taking stock of the supplies they had obtained in this exchange on an open space.

Jian Mo ran over quickly, and everyone looked up to greet him.

Whether it was because he was running too fast or for some other reason, his heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was about to jump out of his chest.

Qing Kuo glanced at him and asked, "Why are your ears so red?"

Jian Mo covered her ears with her hands. "They're cold."

Qing Kuo rummaged through the supplies he had exchanged and pulled out a small earthenware jar, handing it to Jian Mo: "This animal oil is especially effective for frostbite and burns. Apply some."

Jian Mo's ears weren't frostbitten at all, but she couldn't refuse his kindness, so she scooped out some oil and applied it to both ears.