Zelan brought a bountiful harvest to the land, and the orcs would run...

Feng Hong looked at Lan, smiled brightly, and said in a light and cheerful voice, "Lan, you don't need to worry about not having enough food."

Seeing her reaction, Jiang Yunlan also became excited. She quickly picked up the papers on the ground and said happily, "Wait until I get these things, then take me over to see them."

Feng Hong squatted down to pick up the plan that Lan had written, nodding vigorously in agreement.

Not long after, Jiang Yunlan sat on Feng Hong's arm and saw clearly the supplies they had brought back. The baskets on the ground were full, and the fruit on top was almost overflowing.

Lorelei saw Lan approaching from afar, pointed to a pile of food in front of him, and called out, "Lan! Is this enough for the tribesmen? There's still food left on the mountain; we can go gather more tomorrow!"

He once said that they, Zhelan, are very good at "harvesting".

Jiang Yunlan landed on her feet and looked down at the plants in the basket. She reached out and took out a fruit, smiling as she replied, "Then I'll have to ask you to go to the mountains tomorrow as well. The tribe will never have too much food. Even if we have enough to get through the snow season, we still need to prepare for our return journey."

"But don't put too much pressure on yourself. Food is always easier to find during the flower season than during the snow season. We can find enough food as we go."

Xia has 022, which can almost be called a mobile library, so she doesn't have to worry too much about food sources.

Lorelei smiled, deciding to take Sheeta and the others out again tomorrow. Sheeta was in better condition than he had observed and was fit to go out.

They left early, only stopping their treatment and cleaning duties at the rest area well into the morning, so they naturally returned quite late. It was nearing dusk, and evening was fast approaching.

As night was approaching, the beastmen hurriedly carried the food to the hearth, their eyes fixed on the head chef beastmen, some tall and some small, eagerly asking if there were any new dishes to eat that day.

Among the fish in Baihe River and the flora and fauna in Baihe Mountain, there are species that Xia had not collected before.

Upon hearing this, the orc chefs who were preparing the food gathered around the pile of baskets, took out the new food from them, and asked them and 022 about the edible parts of the food.

The orcs, carrying food to the fire pit, chattered about the knowledge 022 had told them, and casually added a few comments about the taste of the food when eaten raw. After learning the habit of plowing through objects like a plow from Lan, they had also developed the habit of trying anything they held in their hands if 022 said it was edible.

They can eat anything! Sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and salty—they're fearless, since they won't die from eating anyway.

Because the beastmen always tasted poisonous food first, Jiang Yunlan rarely tried newly discovered plants and was almost never harmed by new food varieties. But there were exceptions, such as the bunch of leaves that looked like grapes that Greysien handed her.

“This tastes interesting, Lan, you should try it too.” Greysien handed Lan a bunch of green leaves and looked at her expectantly.

Jiang Yunlan took the leaf, plucked it, and put it in her mouth. The fragrant fruit wine flavor spread in her mouth, with a concentration similar to, or even slightly weaker than, sweet rice wine.

"This is wine?" She was shocked, her eyes filled with disbelief, and she quickly plucked another leaf and put it in her mouth.

The subtle fruit wine has an undeniable presence.

“From now on, let’s call it Wine Leaf.” She said, intending to hand Wine Leaf back to Greysien, but then suddenly remembered that the dragon in front of her was still a minor, so she gave up the idea.

Jiang Yunlan, carrying a string of wine leaves, asked, "Who found these? I'll give him a treat today. The clan needs these to make wine and extract alcohol. After we return to the clan, let's clear out some land and plant these."

With wine leaves in hand, Xia no longer needs to use food to make wine.

The sky-blue dragon, wings slightly spread, raised its claws and pointed at itself, saying, "I found it! My extra meal requires your food."

The food summoned by the Zeran contains the power of the earth and the power of the forest, making it a top-quality ingredient. As the guardian, he can eat a few more bites.

"You didn't eat much wine leaves, did you?" Jiang Yunlan asked him worriedly.

"I think he only ate about two slices?" Gracie said uncertainly. He had tried many different kinds of plants and hadn't made a point of keeping track of how many bites he had of each one.

Hearing him say that, Jiang Yunlan felt relieved and turned around first, saying to him, "That's good. Let's go, I'll take you to get the token. At dinner time, just hand the wooden token you received to the orc serving the food."

The wooden plaques were kept by Yan Duoyu and Ling Xiaocao, and were distributed by the two of them.

"Minors shouldn't drink alcohol. You're not an adult yet, so even if it's alcohol, it's best not to touch it," Jiang Yunlan instructed Gracie as they walked.

The orcs don't know anything about alcohol or its dangers. But that's alright; she'll write down the pros and cons of alcohol tonight, clearly outlining all the relevant regulations and their applicable scope.

Gracie didn't understand why Lan said that, but obediently agreed.

Just listen to what Lan says.

As dusk fell, the clouds raced towards the horizon. Hati and the other orcs, who had gone hunting, carried back their fluffy prey and piled it around the fire pit. They returned late, missing the time when the head chef orc was selecting ingredients.

Hati twitched his ear slightly and said nonchalantly, "Then we'll trim the fur off the prey and hang the torn meat on the drying rack to dry into jerky."

The head chef, an orc, pointed to the meat drying rack not far away. "There's nowhere to hang it now. If we want to hang it again, we'll have to make a new drying rack."

Those were meats that the bear-orc clan did not have dried.

"The tribe's timber is used up, we'll process this meat tomorrow. Hurry up and change your clothes for dinner, those of you who just got back haven't received tonight's meal yet," the head chef orc urged.

Hati and the other orcs responded, ran to where they had changed their clothes, transformed back into human form, put on their clothes, and happily ran back to the hearth, carrying their share of food to squeeze among their familiar tribesmen.

There is no canteen here, so of course there are no tables or chairs; all the orcs eat sitting on the ground.

Jiang Yunlan saw Hati coming over with food, and together with Chaoxia and the others, they made room for him.

Hati sat down in an empty seat and finished his food around the same time as Lan. The orcs who had eaten earlier had already taken their bowls and chopsticks to wash them, but Hati wasn't in a hurry to wash the dishes. Instead, he took his bowl and chopsticks and started telling Lan about the appearance of the prey they had brought back from their hunt.

The dragons and Zelans sat near Lan, listening in as they pleased, just to help them digest their food.

When Gracie told him that the newly made drying rack was full and the meat they brought back wouldn't be able to be hung on it until tomorrow, Gracie instantly recalled a period when the caravan had traveled through rocky mountains and, unable to find prey, had to survive on dried meat and vegetables.

Gracie didn't want to live a life with only monotonous food anymore, so she quickly looked at Lan and said urgently, "Lan, let me freeze the newly caught prey."

“Great. With frozen meat in the team, we can make a wider variety of food later. But before freezing those prey,” Jiang Yunlan paused, then said to the transparent slime above her head, “022, I’d also like to ask you to check if they’re edible before and after cooking. They’re a new breed, you know.”

"It's the recording time of 022," it said, its round eyes curving into an arch.

The prey, now cleaned and plucked of its fur, was laid out neatly. The prey that had been boiled by the head chefs wasn't among them; it was for tomorrow morning's meal.

Greysion spread his wings. Ice spread across the raw and cooked meat, solidifying into solid ice.

The frozen meat task was successfully completed.

Sheeta sensed the familiar power, stared at the dragon for a while, and suddenly realized, "So you were born from that egg. No wonder you have the ice power you inherited from him."