Cannon fodder is an improper stepping stone for cubs [Quick Transmigration]

Jiujiu thought that the snake-like orcs he saw at the beginning were already the limit of ugliness, but he didn't expect that the orcs in this place looked even scarier.

It seems inappropriate to say ugly, Jiujiu does not discriminate against those who are not good-looking, it is more appropriate to use strange.

"Father, whoa, where is the bag, where is the bag, Jiujiu wants to go in."

The thorns on Jiujiu's body were trembling, Jing subconsciously took out the animal skin bag where Jiujiu slept on the road, and just opened the mouth, Jiujiu got in very actively.

Jing greeted the orcs to take a step back, indicating that they had no intention of invading the territory.

"We just wanted to exchange something with you."

After Jing finished speaking, the orcs in front of him babbled a lot of things he didn't understand, which made him subconsciously glance at the little hedgehog who was still shivering in the animal skin bag.

These orcs have thorns on their bodies, but they are not as delicate and beautiful as the little hedgehogs, and they are also purple. With a row of thorns on their backs and some scales on their faces, they look really weird.

"Jiujiu, he doesn't understand what I'm saying."

The little hedgehog stretched out his head tremblingly, covered his eyes with his paws, and began to act as an interpreter for his father, trying to make his voice clearer.

"Father, he, they said they wanted to see something."

The only thing to be thankful for is probably the salt they want to change. These people really have it, and there are quite a few of them. Judging from the way they are willing to take it out, it is obviously not a particularly expensive thing.

Jing asked Xiu behind him to take out all the things they brought, and asked Jiujiu to tell these orcs what they were useful for.

From the expressions of these strange orcs, it can be seen that they should be very satisfied with these things.

"Father, they, they went to get it, me, can I go back?"

Jiujiu still feels that he feels more secure in the animal skin bag, and he did it just now as a last resort to help his father. Now that his father has finished it, he should be able to go back... right?

"Go back first."

Jing reached in and rubbed Jiujiu's very soft belly.

Although his thorns are sharp, his belly and claws are very soft and feel good to the touch. Jing usually uses this method when he wants to coax him.

Or when Jiujiu was in a normal mood, she followed his thorns down gently.

"Father, they asked you to take the bag over."

It seems that they haven't been able to use tools fully yet, and there is no animal skin bag for the time being. They sent the animal skin bag over, filled it with a lot of salt, and brought it back.

Not only the things they brought over, but all were exchanged, and even some animal skin bags were left there in exchange for some salted fish they made.

"Father, they said, looking forward to the next exchange with you, woo woo."

Jiujiu's voice was already crying, he really didn't want to come again next time, these people were covered in purple all over, and had strange thorns and scales, even stranger than the most unique looking beasts he had ever seen.

"Go back and teach me their language."

On the way back, Jing suddenly said this to Jiujiu, and when he heard the aggrieved cry in Jiujiu's voice, he began to reflect on himself, whether it was because of Jiujiu's identity as the messenger of the beast god that he had imposed on him Too much responsibility.

It is said to be the messenger of the beast god, which sounds quite powerful, but it looks like a little hedgehog, and it will tremble when encountering a slightly scary orc.

"Jiujiu, you've worked hard."

"It's not hard, it's not hard for Jiujiu to help Father!"

On the way back, Jing kept feeding Jiujiu, stuffing fruit into his mouth. It was the first time Jiujiu had such a supreme treatment, and in retrospect, it was because he did a good job in that matter.

"Father, cut up the meat, then wrap it with this white salt, put it in the coldest cave for ventilation, and it can be preserved until winter."

"it is good."

Jing firmly memorized what Jiujiu said, and planned to try it out as soon as she returned to the tribe.

"However, it may not taste very good."

After thinking about it, Jiujiu decided to tell Father this as well. Most orcs like fresh meat very much, but there is still a certain difference between bacon and fresh meat.

The best time to make bacon is in the twelfth lunar month, but by then they can't catch food at all, and the purpose of making bacon is to facilitate preservation.

The environment in this place in winter is too harsh, and the slight deterioration of the meat does not affect the food, as long as it can fill the stomach and survive.

"It's ok."

The way back was easy, and even without the help of the patriarch to identify the route, those young orcs could use their keen sense of smell to find the way back accurately.

Jiujiu basically ate up all the fruits brought out from the tribe, and occasionally found some on the road. After tasting it, Jiujiu felt that the taste was not very good.

So he chose to huddle in the animal skin bag and sleep peacefully. After a few sleeps, he heard his father call his name, rubbed his eyes and stretched out the huddled hedgehog ball.

He poked his head out of the animal skin bag and saw that he had already reached the gate of the tribe.

"Jiujiu is hungry."

"Go back to the cave, there should be fruit there."

Jing gave the things to the other orcs, and took Jiujiu to the direction of the cave. Jiujiu, who had been hungry for several meals, ate up the remaining fruits in the cave in one breath.

The orcs outside were a little bit puzzled when they saw what the patriarch brought back, and the orcs boldly tasted it, and vomited it out on the spot.

After settling down the little hedgehog, Jing walked out and announced the effect of these salts to the orcs.

Hearing that it could help them have food in winter, all the orcs knelt down subconsciously after recovering from the shock, and chanted ancient spells in unison, thanking the Lord Beast God for his gift.

Jing himself first tested the prey brought by the hunting that day according to what Jiujiu said, and wrapped a piece of the best meat with white salt and marinated it in a stone basin.

Unlike other random meat spoilage, it doesn't look like much has changed.

The coolest cave was not too big, and the three orcs plus one Jiujiu could almost turn around, and there was no other space to do anything else.

The meat is put in here when it is marinated, and part of the salt on it is cleaned off after it is taken out, and it is placed in a ventilated place to dry.

After confirming that there was no spoilage, all the orcs cheered there, which was definitely the best news for them.

When hunting every day, except for those orcs who really had no way to leave the tribe, basically all of them went, and they brought back more prey than ever before.

When an item was exchanged between the tribes, Jing specially told them the news and method, and was willing to exchange the salt she had brought back with them for items.

For all the tribes on this land, they all have the same belief, and they all feel that they are the people of the beast god.

They will help each other when they encounter difficulties, and they are willing to share with each other when they encounter difficulties.

If it weren't for Jing who said these words, several patriarchs of other tribes even thought he was crazy, how could there be such a strange way?

The news of the beast god's messenger did not spread before, but this time Jing took the initiative to disclose the existence of Jiujiu in order to increase the credibility of her words.

The orcs in other tribes heard that the messenger of the beast god came to the Tian tribe, and they must be lying if they said they were not envious.

"Beast God Messenger, Jing, did you bring it here today?"

Facing the words asked by the patriarch of the tribe next door, Jing shook her head calmly and replied:

"The Beast God Messenger said he didn't want to show up."

"Haven't you always wanted to show up?"

The patriarchs of other tribes were inevitably a little disappointed when they heard this answer. They had no chance to see the beast god, and they didn't expect that they couldn't even see the beast god's messenger.

I really hope that I can become Jing and get along with the beast god messenger all the time.

"Just temporarily."

There is a reason for not coming today. Jiujiu played with a butterfly last night, and it was too late to get up. Today Jing stretched out his hand to grab him, and he stabbed him fiercely with his thorns.

Snoring while piercing, he looked quite fierce.

"That's good. I hope that next time we meet, we can also meet the Beast God Envoy."

"I'll try to ask his opinion and bring him here."

Next time before the tribe exchanges things, I will never let that little hedgehog play too late.

The orcs in the Tian tribe left with the orcs from other tribes and received the warmest hospitality. They hoped to teach their tribe.

When Jing returned to her cave, she saw the little hedgehog playing with the little butterfly from yesterday, lying there while teasing the butterfly, while gnawing the fruit very leisurely.

Jing Mingming remembered that when he brought back the fruit yesterday, he specifically told Jiujiu to keep it for eating.

As the weather turns cold, not only will their food become less, but even Jiujiu's will be the same. It took Jing a lot of effort to find those few fruits.

At that time, Jiujiu promised very well with a serious face, but he didn't expect that he would secretly eat one as soon as he left.

This idea just popped into Jing's mind, and then she saw a fruit core next to Jiujiu's feet, and walked over directly. The sound of footsteps scared Jiujiu, and pushed the half of the unfinished fruit to Little Butterfly.

"Father, it ate it."

The dazed and innocent little butterfly still stayed there until she noticed that the orcs were coming, and then flew up to leave.

"What did it eat?"

"Well, a good hedgehog never steals food."

Jing reached out and grabbed Jiujiu's paw, and the cub who was caught doing something bad didn't dare to move around now, letting his father drag him, trying to pretend that he really didn't do anything.

"Then you're not really a good hedgehog."

"No, Jiujiu is a good hedgehog."

The cub who is determined that he did not steal food will never be shaken by his father's few words.

"To be honest, I'll let you eat another one today."

The little hedgehog hugged his father's fingers with his paws, with a flattering smile on his face.

"That's what Jiujiu did, hehehe."