Broadleaf garlic
A unique aroma rises from the gravy, enticing the mouthwatering food, yet impossible to grasp; one can only savor each bite, carefully appreciating its flavor.
Wu Jiong's eyebrows twitched slightly, indicating that he was very pleased.
Jian Mo held the cake properly and took a bite.
The familiar aroma of scallions and garlic instantly captivated his taste buds.
This is the smell! It's delicious!
Jian Mo sniffed and couldn't resist taking another big bite of the biscuit.
He said that meat goes best with seasonings like scallions, ginger, and garlic; nothing else seems to quite match.
It seems they have to make a trip to that tribe Qin Sea.
Chapter 58 Garlic Leaf
Hearing that Jian Mo wanted to go to the Qin Sea Tribe, the orcs who were on good terms with Jian Mo all came to his house.
Qing Kuo said, "Qin Sea Tribe is very cold, even colder than here. It's quite a hard time there in winter."
Zhou Fu added seriously from the side, "The wind there is incredibly strong; they say it can blow a person away. You guys should wear more clothes. Jian Mo, stick close to the clan leader, or you might actually get blown away."
Hearing their comments, Jian Mo almost dropped the scalpel in her hand. "It's not that exaggerated!"
Ye Luo rarely agreed, "There really are. Their place is different from ours; it's all low mountains and plateaus."
Even now, Jian Mo doesn't fully understand the orc language. When he heard the word "plateau," he checked with Ye Luo to make sure it was indeed the plateau he was thinking of.
He couldn't help but say, "Is there really such a big difference between the two places, even though they're only three days apart?"
Qing Kuo: "It's not a three-day distance; it's a distance that would take our tribe's beastmen three days to cover by running. At our tribe's speed, that's already a very long distance."
That makes sense. Jian Mo nodded and said earnestly, "Then I will prepare well."
Ye Luo watched as Jian Mo took out all the surgical instruments, such as scalpels, and put them into the animal skin bag. He asked, "Are you also going to treat the people of the Qin Sea Tribe on this trip?"
Jian Mo: "Pretty much. I heard the Qin Sea Tribe quite large, and there are probably many sick people there. I'd better bring my equipment and medicine, just in case. It's not heavy anyway."
Ye Luo reached out and touched his animal skin bag, then turned to ask Min Dang, "Made by Min Dang, right?"
The leather bag in Jian Mo's hand was made of treated genuine leather with a particularly fine texture and a beautiful brown color. It looked no different from modern handbags on Earth, and even had a rugged cool vibe.
Once opened, the animal skin bag had very detailed compartments inside, making it convenient for Jian Mo to store all sorts of instruments and medicines.
The animal skin bag was clearly made with great care by Min Dang. Jian Mo was deeply moved upon receiving it and specially sent Min Dang a large basket of sausages, milk, and other items as a token of her gratitude.
Min Dang accepted the food and then made several more small packages for him.
Jian Mo now has a lot of handy little bags, making it very convenient to organize her things.
Everyone watched with envy, and the conversation gradually turned to how to make small animal skin bags.
After Jian Mo tidied up and Wu Jiong arranged the tribe's affairs, taking advantage of the fact that there was nothing to do in winter, they set off on their Flying-Winged Beast the next day.
The Flying-Winged Beast, having not gone out with them for a while, seemed very excited, Jiujiu incessantly.
Jian Mo had to stroke its neck to soothe it and make it bark less so it wouldn't catch a chill.
The Qin Sea Tribe was indeed very far from their Riverside Tribe. Even with the Flying-Winged Beast flying at full speed in a straight line, they didn't arrive until the afternoon of the second day.
Looking down from above, they could see that the area where the Qin Sea Tribe was located consisted of low mountains.
Because in winter, the plateau is covered with Yi Wang snow, and the boundary between the plateau and the low mountains is not very clear. Anyway, they are all flat, and the scenery looks very monotonous.
It's really cold here, and there's a sense of loneliness.
The people of the Qin Sea Tribe did not build houses; they all lived in caves.
At the foot of the low hill, you can see the caves they dug out, their entrances narrow and dark, looking like small holes in the mountain.
Jian Mo counted a few caves in the air and found more than three hundred on the front of the mountain, but she couldn't count the caves on the back of the mountain for the time being.
This must be a very large tribe.
However, the territory of this tribe was certainly not as desolate as he had seen it; if it were truly barren, it would never have been able to support such a large population.
At most, in winter everything withers, and he can't see those lush plants.
Following the etiquette of the orc world, Jian Mo and his companions directed the Flying-Winged Beast to stop a few hundred meters away from the Qin Sea Tribe.
The place was all white, very monotonous, and the two orcs patrolling the Qin Sea Tribe had already spotted them.
Upon seeing the Flying-Winged Beast land on the ground, one of the patrolling orcs ran over and began shouting from afar, "You're from the Riverside Tribe, aren't you?"
Jian Mo: "Yes--we've come to exchange things--"
The people of the Qin Sea Tribe said warmly, "Then come over quickly, Kong Fen has already gone to call the chieftain, he'll be out soon."
Jian Mo and Wu Jiong led the Flying-Winged Beast through the snow, their steps uneven. The snow had probably been falling for several days, and it wasn't as soft as when it first hit the ground. There was a thin layer of ice on it, making it difficult to walk on.
After walking for a while, Jian Mo was already panting a bit, only because Wu Jiong was beside him, pulling him along and giving him some support to make sure he wouldn't fall.
Jian Mo felt it was very cold outside, but his body, wrapped in thick animal hide, was still sweating, and the heat condensed into frost on his hat and the special mask on his face.
When the orcs patrolling Qin Sea Tribe came by, they glanced at him several times and asked curiously, "What are those things you're wearing on your face? Are they fashionable in other tribes?"
Jian Mo took off her simple brown sunglasses and said breathlessly, "These are to protect my eyes, and the mask and other protective gear are to protect my skin. It's too cold, and I don't want my skin to crack from the wind."
The orc in front of him nodded, seemingly understanding, "You have so many good things outside. Come on, let's go to our tribe's council cave first."