"Yes, you can burn it until the candle is completely melted," Lin Qiu said, pointing to the wax dripping from the top. "Collect the melted wax, solidify it again, and burn it again until it's all burned out."

"Candle." Song Mu squatted down and stared at the burning candle, and couldn't help repeating.

"Yes, the white frost on the outside of that fruit is actually wax. Perhaps because this wax is much thicker than other fruits, no birds are willing to eat it."

"Lin Qiu, you know so much." Ling Yun lowered his head and tilted it to look at Lin Qiu, the admiration and surprise in his eyes were very obvious.

Lin Qiu said: "I discovered it by accident."

"Then I'll get some more tomorrow and make a few more."

Songmu Road.

He had just watched Lin Qiu's wax-making process. It wasn't difficult, but the repeated burning in water was a bit too much for a female like Lin Qiu.

Lin Qiu nodded. "Now that the wax fruits are ripe, we should pick some and store them. We can use them for lighting during the rainy season and winter. There are a lot of wax fruits on the mountain. Why don't we tell everyone in the tribe and have them collect the fruits and make wax together? That way, everyone can use it."

Ling Yun thought Lin Qiu's idea was a good one: "Then I'll be responsible for teaching them. No need to bother you."

Lin Qiu nodded.

The orcs retain their ancestors' instinct to fear fire, but they also yearn for light.

Ling Yun went to put out the fire at the entrance of the cave. The three of them sat on the bed together, staring at the flickering candlelight for a while. Lin Qiu was squeezed in between the two of them and felt particularly warm.

The next day, Ling Yun took a candle and went to find the chief of the tribe. The chief of the Qishan tribe, Wu Chuan, was a former friend of Ling Yun's father and also the male of his mother. After Ling Yun's father passed away, he became the leader of the tribe and had a good relationship with Ling Yun.

"This is a candle that Lin Qiu made from wax fruits in the tribe. It can be easily lit, and this one can burn for a very long time," Ling Yun handed the candle to Wu Chuan and spoke incessantly.

"Chief, you still don't know what wax fruit is, right? It's the most common tree in our tribe. The small yellow fruit it bears is wax fruit. Do you know why it has a white layer on top? That's wax."

"Wait a moment," Wu Chuan raised his hand to take the candle from Ling Yun. Seeing Ling Yun's cautiousness, he didn't dare to hold it hard. "You said this can burn? So what?"

"So?" Ling Yun glanced at Wu Chuan, remembering his father once telling him that his friend wasn't very smart. "It's so small, but it can burn for a long time. We can light it in the cave to illuminate it at night. You can take it to the cave and light it and see."

"If we light a fire in the cave, we will suffocate to death," said Wu Chuan.

"No, we tried it last night. Maybe it's because the fire was small enough, so we kept it lit all night without suffocating." Ling Yun explained.

At this time, a female came out of the cave after hearing the words.

"Mother." Ling Yun called out.

Yan Ti looked at Ling Yun and smiled, then said to Wu Chuan, "Bring it in and try it."

Wu Chuan glanced at Yan Ti and then agreed to bring the candle in for trial use.

Yan Ti asked Ling Yun a few questions about Song Mu's health at the entrance of the cave. Ling Yun answered in a serious tone. Yan Ti then returned to the cave because the sun was too hot.

Male cubs are raised in the wild from a very young age and are almost always raised by their fathers. Female cubs do not need to do the tedious task of taking care of the cubs. Only female cubs can receive personal care from their mothers.

The females in the tribe usually do not need their sons to take care of them and only rely on their own males.

Therefore, the relationship between mother and son is not particularly close. What's more, Ling Yun has been an adult male for a long time, and he has nothing to talk about with Yan Ti.

Soon, Wu Chuan came out excitedly: "Lin Qiu asked you to come over and tell me about this. Are you willing to teach us how to make this?"

Ling Yun nodded: "She is always so kind, isn't she?"

Wu Chuan recalled the torture Lin Qiu had inflicted on Ling Yun and Song Mu, and swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue: "Then I will gather everyone to pick this..."

"Wax fruit."

"Yes, wax fruit!"

Wu Chuan extinguished the half-burned candle and returned it to Ling Yun.

"Chief, do you mean that it would be better for us to collect and produce together and then distribute it to the females, or should each family do their own thing? I think centralized production will be more efficient, and this work can be completely handed over to the males in the tribe who are unable to hunt." Ling Yun asked.

It is not only a matter of efficiency, but also a matter of whether conflicts will arise during the picking process due to competition. Although there are many wax fruit trees, some are close to home and some are far away.

Wu Chuan was reminded by Ling Yun and thought for a moment: "Let the idle males in the tribe pick them and make them, and then divide them equally among the females in the tribe."

The males have excellent night vision and do not need lighting.

"Then I will go back first. Once you have people pick enough wax fruits, you can send someone to find me in my cave."

"Okay, I'll find someone to do it as soon as possible."

Ling Yun returned to his cave, and Song Mu had already gone out to continue looking for stones.

"I've talked to the tribe leader about this, and he said we should let the males in the tribe who don't have the ability to hunt do it. We don't need every household to make it."

Healthy adult orcs like Ling Yun, in addition to capturing the food they need, also take turns on some tasks to support the tribe. They have to regularly hand over some prey to underage females who have lost their parents, as well as old orcs and disabled orcs who have lost their hunting ability.

Even though the latter can no longer make any contribution to the tribe, they once protected the tribe with their bodies, and this tradition has been passed down from generation to generation in the tiger tribe.

Orcs will not die because they lose their ability to survive. This is what distinguishes them from wild beasts and is also the meaning of the tribe's existence.

"This sounds more reasonable. It won't be a waste of talent, and it will give those old orcs something to do."

In fact, the old orcs are also very distressed about their old age. Many males with strong self-esteem cannot stand being supported by others, and they even commit suicide because they do not want to drag down the tribe.

It's a good idea to give them something to do.

When Ling Yun heard Lin Qiu say this, he smiled and took credit for it, saying, "I was the one who reminded the clan leader to do this."

"Ling Yun is amazing," Lin Qiu stroked Ling Yun's hair, feeling the softness of his fur without his beast form. "Would you please turn into a beast?"

It's a reward!

Ling Yun couldn't wait to turn into a huge white tiger and lie in front of Lin Qiu. He loved being touched by Lin Qiu the most!

Lin Qiu also liked Ling Yun's soft fur, which was much more comfortable than the snow fox skin she had used.

She combed Ling Yun's hair and stroked it at the same time, and the combed hair could be collected to make a pillow.