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It seems that burning lime is not easy.

I don't know why the stones used to build the pillars in the cave dwellings actually burned better when calcined into lime. Maybe the bad ones weren't noticed before and were already cleared out by everyone?

Jian Mo was a little frustrated.

Qing Kuo glanced at him and asked, "Sifting it once should be enough to make it usable, right?"

Jian Mo perked up. "I think it's fine. I'll know once I try it."

Qing Kuo: "Then let's use the sifted lime first."

They took a portion of the lime from this batch, added water and fine sand to make lime mortar, and applied it to the wooden boards.

The next day, when Jian Mo observed the lime mortar, she found that it had completely hardened and felt fine to the touch.

Seeing this Wu Jiong and the others said it was ready to use.

So, everyone in the tribe drew lots, and whoever drew the lot first got to use it.

With the first batch of lime ready, everyone rushed to burn the second and third batches.

After observing it for a while, Jian Mo quickly realized that the first batch of lime had been overburned.

They later produced lime that was underfired and lime that was perfectly fired; each batch of lime was slightly different.

After burning it a few times, everyone gained experience.

Generally, the stones in the kiln are fired with firewood, starting when the sun rises and continuing until the sun hangs high above the distant snow-capped mountains, at which point the lime in the kiln is perfectly fired.

Because too much lime was burned, every household made lime mortar and plastered it inside and outside their houses.

After the lime mortar was applied, the house finally stopped being drafty and became much warmer.

Most importantly, the house is much sturdier now, and they no longer have to worry about it collapsing when it rains.

Some people in the tribe saw how useful lime mortar was and even made grooves in the windows using lime mortar, inserted the glass into them, and waited for the lime mortar to dry to create a perfect glass window.

This method of making glass windows is more aesthetically pleasing and sturdier than clamping glass to wood and then installing the window frame when needed.

Jian Mo saw this, while marveling at everyone's creativity, she also specifically instructed that a gap at least the size of a stone must be left in the window, otherwise people would be poisoned when burning charcoal.

Wu Jiong and De Jiang inspected each household, and helped rectify any windows that were not up to standard.

Jian Mo felt somewhat relieved upon seeing him.

He did these things in the hope of making the tribe better, not to threaten everyone's lives.

After burning the lime, everyone hurried to fire pottery and glass.

This time, the same glaze was used, but the fired pottery and glass turned out to be different colors.

Jian Mo guessed that there was residual lime in the kiln, which combined with the glaze or glass, changing their color.

So everyone thoroughly cleaned the kiln, and the fired products were indeed of normal color.

The tribe burned lime, and specially prepared two extra kilns for later use.

Jian Mo was concerned about the disinfecting properties of lime, so she specifically asked for two extra baskets.

The lime used for disinfection is slaked lime; quicklime can be prepared by adding water.

That day, Jian Mo put on a mask, filled a wooden jug with lime water, and sprinkled it on the Pack-Pack Beast's shed.

Eight Pack-Pack Beast huddled to one side, chewing on dry grass in their mouths.

Jian Mo wanted to chase them out and let them back in after the disinfection was complete, but they wouldn't leave, so Jian Mo had no choice but to let them go.

Before he had even finished disinfecting one of the tents, he heard someone calling him from outside, "Jian Mo-- "

Jian Mo recognized Ban Ming's voice and came out to see what was wrong. "What's wrong?"

Ban Ming led several orcs over and asked mysteriously, "We're going beast fishing today, do you want to come?"

Jian Mo suspected she hadn't quite grasped her orc language, otherwise why would her question sound so awkward, "What are you fishing for?"

Ban Ming: "Fishing for beasts."

Jian Mo: "Using a fishing rod?"

Ban Ming and the others remained mysterious and wouldn't say, only asking, "Are we going?"

Jian Mo glanced at them and agreed, "Let's go."

Ban Ming said, "Then, Jian Mo, bring some seasonings. We'll grill the animals we catch in the wild."

Jian Mo: "Wait for me."

Jian Mo took out the seasonings from home and went with the beastmen to gather outside the tribe.

Young orcs and sub-orcs were already waiting outside the tribe.

Upon seeing Jian Mo, Xi Lu waved to him. "Come here quickly."

Seeing his familiar companion, Jian Mo asked, "How do you fish for beasts?"

Xi Lu smiled and said, "They won't tell us? Actually, they just use salt to lure out the beasts that are hibernating in their caves. We mainly go out to fish for Arrow-Bone Beast; it's not very effective against other beasts."

Jian Mo thought for a moment and remembered what the Arrow-Bone Beast looked like.

It was a small animal with a row of raised bony spikes on its back, about the size of a puppy, with tender and delicious meat that had little to no odor.

Jian Mo curiously, "What's the success rate?"

Ban Ming squeezed in. "Then it'll depend on luck. Come on, come on, the clan chief isn't here, I'll carry you?"

Wu Jiong led the orcs of his tribe to the Mengshui Tribe early in the morning to discuss matters. Jian Mo wasn't very familiar with the other orcs, so it would be best if Ban Ming could carry him.

Jian Mo readily agreed, "Okay."

Ban Ming transformed into a large cat and instructed, "Jian Mo, just grab me by the scruff of my neck. I'm not as sturdy as the clan leader, so hold on tight!"

Jian Mo nodded.

Ban Ming's beast form was actually over three meters tall, about the size of a small house, and could easily carry Jian Mo on his back.

Jian Mo quickly climbed onto his back and sat down.

The beastmen transformed back into their beast forms on the spot, carried the sub-beastmen on their backs, and prepared to set off.

The wind was howling, and Ban Ming was running rather erratically. Jian Mo held onto the back of his neck tightly, and he almost blew himself unconscious from the wind.

They ran for an unknown amount of time before finally reaching their destination.

Jian Mo jumped off Ban Ming's back, panting and clutching her waist.

This wasn't the first time he'd sat on an orc, but this time it was particularly difficult, and he was sweating profusely from the effort.