Orc Girl's Tribal Daily Life

Chapter 137 Telescope

Brown actually likes the taste of fruit wine, but he has to teach the children on Little Stone Mountain every day, so he doesn't drink much. He just drinks a few sips every night to help him sleep.

Chi is different; she's almost become the tribe's first drunkard... or perhaps she already is.

As long as he manages to get fruit wine from Brown, Red will definitely have a big drinking session.

Then, what started as occasional drunkenness has become increasingly energetic with each drink, and my alcohol tolerance has greatly improved.

Jiang Luoluo probably arrived early today, and Chi hadn't had a chance to drink yet, so he was in a very sober state.

Upon hearing Jiang Luoluo ask her to come up the mountain to help, she immediately put down what she was holding and followed Jiang Luoluo up the mountain.

Jiang Luoluo looked at Chi curiously, who was just sharpening a new stone knife.

Jiang Luoluo remembered seeing Chi's stone knife was fine a few days ago. Could something have happened recently? Why is she starting to sharpen a new stone knife?

So Jiang Luoluo asked curiously, word by word.

Chi scratched his head. "It's not mine, it's for Mao. His current stone knife isn't very good. He's been learning to hunt recently, and without a good stone knife, it's not convenient."

Actually, preparing stone knives for the newly awakened orc bloodline children should have been Ke's task, since Ke was Mao's father.

However, Ke's strength was really too average, and his stone-sharpening skills were also very average. The stone knife that Mao was using now was sharpened by Ke, and Chi really couldn't stand it.

After all, Mao had been learning hunting from him for so long, and Akari had come to regard Mao as his little brother. Seeing how hard his little brother was working, not even having a decent stone knife as a weapon.

Chi planned to prepare a good stone knife weapon for his younger brother, Mao.

That's actually why Chi didn't drink today.

On the way, Chi also called on other tribesmen who were staying in the tribe to join him.

Although Aka could move the wooden platform by herself, it was a large item, and it would be inconvenient for her to move it alone. It would be easier if someone else helped her.

Moreover, it's lively with lots of people.

Like Chi, most of those who stayed in the tribe were young people in their twenties, and most of them were unmarried but had already moved out to live independently.

Jiang Luoluo glanced over and felt like she was seeing a group of street thugs going out together.

After all, they were all unmarried, didn't work or hunt, and just wandered around the tribe all day. The sense of déjà vu was too strong.

However, Jiang Luoluo didn't really think these clansmen were just street thugs.

After all, apart from Chi, most of the tribe members actually stay behind in shifts, but the younger tribe members have fewer opportunities to take turns.

The primary reason is that the younger tribesmen are not as mature as the older tribesmen, and they do not have as much hunting experience, so they do not have as many hunting results as the older tribesmen.

Another reason is that the younger members of the tribe do not have offspring to take care of, so they do not have such an urgent desire to hunt. As long as the food they hunt is enough to feed and water them, they do not have such a strong desire to hunt.

But the elderly members of the tribe who have children cannot do that; they must take on more of the responsibility of feeding others and can no longer think only of themselves.

Families with fewer children experience less stress.

However, in a tribe that doesn't even have contraception or supports it, and where people rely on having more and more offspring to expand the tribe, there are very few only children.

Almost every family starts with at least two children, though some have a larger age gap and some have a smaller one.

For example, the age difference between Xingping and Heping is three years, while the age difference between Li and You is seven years.

Unless someone like Mao lost his mother at a young age and his father never remarried or had any more children, it is possible for someone to become an only child.

Ge was not an only child; he had an older brother who died in an accident when he was young.

In the tribe, there are many children like this who die before they grow up.

Even if the people of the tribe are physically strong, they are still vulnerable when faced with certain unforeseen accidents.

……

With the help of Chi and others, the large wooden platform, which was more than three meters high, was quickly moved out from behind the wooden house.

Jiang Luoluo was actually very curious about what kind of hidden mechanism was behind the witch's wooden house that could hold so many things, until she went over to take a look.

They then discovered that behind the witch's wooden house, there was a path that led to the icehouse behind Silver Peak Mountain.

Of course, the place where the shaman put things was not as far away as the icehouse, but closer to the mountainside. It was a warehouse specifically used for storing items that did not need to be frozen, and there were even people from the tribe who were specifically responsible for guarding and recording it.

In fact, the distance from here to the top of the mountain is much shorter than the main road in front. However, because this path is too narrow and not as wide as the main road, it is not convenient to carry many things. Therefore, we will generally take the main road instead of the path behind the witch's hut.

Several tribesmen who had been idle and bored in the tribe for several days finally had something to do and were even more enthusiastic than Jiang Luoluo herself.

After much effort, the wooden platform was moved to several different locations, and each location was inspected individually until the angle of the chosen spot was determined to be the best and clearest. Only then was the final location decided.

Some clansmen even enthusiastically asked Jiang Luoluo if she needed a hug, saying they could stand on the platform and hug her so she could see further.

Jiang Luoluo waved her hands repeatedly in refusal, feeling that standing on the three-meter-high wooden platform was enough and she didn't need anything higher.

Jiang Luoluo is not afraid of heights; she is just more afraid of her own people.

I'm really worried that they might suddenly come up with something like a hug and a jump, like carrying Jiang Luoluo and jumping off the top of the wooden platform... It's something they're perfectly capable of doing.

However, it must be said that standing on the wooden platform suddenly increased the height by more than three meters, and the field of vision became incredibly clear.

The branches and canopies of the trees that had been blocking the view had all fallen, leaving only a vast open space in front of me.

Jiang Luoluo originally wanted to see what the Gray Dead Soil Plain looked like, but after standing on it, her gaze was involuntarily drawn to the direction of the great river.

The vast, boundless expanse of water made Jiang Luoluo mistake it for the sea. But the sea wasn't like that; Jiang Luoluo had seen the sea before.

She was certain that the river was truly just a river, a river so long that its edge was invisible, and so wide that its opposite bank was unseen.

The shaman had probably been sitting inside for too long, so he came out for some fresh air and also to check on their situation and see if anyone was causing trouble.

Just then, I saw Jiang Luoluo standing on the wooden platform, staring blankly in the direction of the river.

The shaman stepped onto the wooden platform and looked towards the river with the cub. Suddenly, she gently bent down and patted the cub's head.

"Luo, do you know how the tribe got here?"

Jiang Luoluo looked up in surprise upon hearing this, then shook her head.

The shaman looked at the great river, his eyes seemingly recalling certain scenes from his memory, and said, "We came from the other side of the river."

"We left everything on the other side of the river."

Jiang Luoluo didn't understand the meaning of those words, and she couldn't decipher the expression on Wu's face at that moment.

Looking up at the wide river in front of him, he subconsciously wondered, "So, 1,500 years ago, before the tribe arrived here, they already had such advanced shipbuilding technology that they could cross such a wide river?"

Jiang Luoluo couldn't help but think of the fish in the river. With their exaggerated killing power, how big and sturdy must a boat be to sail in such a river?

Jiang Luoluo asked Wu curiously, "A boat?"

The shaman paused for a moment, then laughed. "No, they're just wooden boats that can only drift on the water."

“Our ancestors brought the tribe here in wooden boats.”

Jiang Luoluo's eyes widened slightly before she calmly nodded. Oh, she understood. She knew the tribespeople had plenty of strength and resources.

While others cross rivers using boats and sails, the tribespeople only need brute force.

After exchanging a few words with Jiang Luoluo, Wu stepped down from the wooden platform, leaving Jiang Luoluo alone on the platform to continue enjoying the scenery.

Jiang Luoluo was still secretly admiring the strength of the tribesmen when she suddenly stopped, realizing something, and subconsciously turned to look in the direction of the shaman.

She had just asked the shaman about "boats," and the shaman said no, it was a wooden boat.

In other words, the shaman knew about boats and their specific uses. He refuted Jiang Luoluo, saying that it wasn't that there was no technology to make boats at that time, but rather that the tribespeople at that time had no way to use boats and could only use wooden canoes.

So it is true that the technology to make boats existed 1,500 years ago... So what is the reason why the tribes could only use wooden boats to cross the river?

Jiang Luoluo pressed her forehead, thinking, "Oh no, oh no, it seems like I'm starting to get a brain."

The more Jiang Luoluo learned about the tribe, the more she sensed that the tribe was not simple and that there seemed to be many secrets hidden within it.

But... wait, what does this have to do with me?

After Jiang Luoluo understood this matter, she instantly cleared her mind of all the chaotic thoughts, looked towards the direction of the Gray Dead Plain, and rediscovered her original intention.

After watching for a while, Jiang Luoluo realized that it seemed to be no different from the scene she had just seen, except that it was clearer and the field of vision was wider.

Aside from the ground being a gray expanse, radiating a deathly atmosphere, there was nothing else to see.

Even the smallest details are not visible.

Jiang Lele subconsciously looked down at the group of clansmen playing around under the wooden platform.

One of the tribesmen, sensing Jiang Luoluo's gaze, looked up and greeted her in a very friendly and warm manner.

"So, Luo, did you like it? Is it good?"

Ah, it feels like all the help and effort of these people have been wasted.

Jiang Luoluo felt a pang of guilt... No, she couldn't let the efforts of these people go to waste. She had to use her brain! She couldn't think of any other solutions.

She just wanted to see further, to see more clearly... to look into the distance, yes, with a telescope.

Jiang Luoluo's eyes lit up again.

Right, she could have used a telescope.

The principle of a telescope is quite simple: it consists of two convex lenses stacked together, which magnifies the visual appearance of an object.

However, this is just a basic telescope. To achieve higher magnification and see farther, the corresponding technology needs to be improved.

But Jiang Luoluo wasn't going to look at the stars or study astronomy, so she didn't need such a high magnification; being able to clearly see the gray, dead soil plain at the foot of the mountain was enough.

Thinking of this, Jiang Luoluo immediately ran down the wooden platform and into the witch's wooden house.

She left behind a few young tribesmen who stared at her retreating figure, completely bewildered.

"Luo..." someone called out, but Jiang Luoluo waved without turning around, indicating that she was fine and there was no need to worry.

She can't speak in long sentences yet, and it's too troublesome to explain, so she won't explain for now; she needs to go and take Xingzi home first.

Inside the witch's wooden hut, Xing had already replaced the basket of herbs with a new one. Since sitting down, Xing's hands had been constantly busy.

Jiang Luoluo glanced at the herbs beside Xing, then at the shaman. Even though she was anxious, she still obediently looked at the shaman and asked expectantly, "How... do we make it?"

The witch immediately realized that the cub had come up with some new idea and wanted to take Xing back to experiment with it.

It wasn't an important task to begin with, and it wouldn't have mattered if it had been left undone. But looking into the cub's eyes, the shaman still taught it how to handle it, and then watched as the cub quickly got the hang of it and helped Xing finish the task.

During a break from work, Jiang Luoluo also shared her thoughts.

Two transparent stones? A telescope? The shaman couldn't understand what the cub was saying, but it didn't matter. He would know what it was once the cub made it.

Soon, after finishing their work, the cub politely said goodbye to the shaman, and then pulled Xingxing down the mountain.

As the cub's figure disappeared at the crossroads, the tribesmen who had helped move the wooden platform gathered around the shaman's wooden hut.

Scratching his head, he pointed to the wooden platform and asked, "Witch, do we need to move this platform back?"

Luo has already taken Xing to home, so it seems pointless to leave this thing here.

The shaman looked in the direction the cub had left, smiled and shook his head, "Just put it there, Luo will come back to check on it later."

"Besides, the scenery up there is quite nice, you can go up and take a look often."

……

Jiang Luoluo remembered that Xing's legs were not good, so even though she was in a hurry to get home so she could test her idea, she still walked slowly and controlled her speed so that Xing could keep up with her at a normal pace.

Although Jiang Luoluo didn't say it, Xing felt the unspoken care from the cub.

As soon as she returned to the cave, Jiang Luoluo went straight to her wooden frame, placed herself inside, and took out all the stones she had exchanged with the children on the small rocky mountain.

All sorts of murky, opaque stones were picked out and set aside, leaving only the transparent or translucent stones.