Song Mu changed his previous calm demeanor. Hearing Lin Qiu's praise, the corners of his lips curled up slightly: "It's not difficult."
"In fact, the psychological pressure is still very great, right?" Lin Qiu said.
"Not bad." Song Mu's emotions are relatively stable to a certain extent, which can be considered a rare talent.
Lin Qiu said, "Then you should practice more with wild animals. If something like this happens again, you can help everyone treat the wounds. The tribe really needs a professional doctor."
Lin Qiu felt that the advantage of the development of medicine in the Somali mainland was that it was easy to practice and there were many wild animals available.
"Doctor? Witch doctor?"
Song Mu had heard of the existence of witch doctors. It was said that they had the ability to bring the dead back to life and could receive the will of the Beast God. They were the orcs closest to the Beast God.
But he had traveled to so many tribes in his youth, but had never seen an orc who could truly communicate with the Beast God.
"He's not a witch doctor," Lin Qiu naturally knew what Song Mu was talking about, "He's a doctor who heals illnesses and saves lives."
Song Mu seemed to understand and nodded. "Okay, the tribe does need someone to treat injuries. Xiao Qiu, you have to teach me more in the future."
Song Mu was very obedient. He would do whatever Lin Qiu asked him to do.
"I will tell you everything I know, but I don't know much. There are some things you need to explore slowly."
Lin Qiu really didn't know much about medicine. At best, all she knew was some knowledge of physiology and hygiene.
But it is enough to greatly improve the health of the tribe.
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Another month passed, the weather gradually became hotter, and the Somali continent ushered in another long summer season.
The tribe was noisy early in the morning, and Lin Qiu had no choice but to open his eyes: "What's going on outside?"
Ling Yun and Song Mu had just been woken up. Ling Yun stood up and said, "I'll go out and take a look."
It was summer now, and Ling Yun casually tied a piece of linen around his neck and left the house.
Each female in the tribe is now given three meters of linen, enough to sew two sets of light and short summer clothes that are very comfortable to wear.
As the clan leader, Ling Yun was given an extra meter. He originally wanted to leave it for Lin Qiu, but Lin Qiu refused to do so and insisted on making a skirt for him and Song Mu.
"Ling Yun, you're finally awake! I missed you so much!"
When Bu'er saw Ling Yun from afar, he opened his arms enthusiastically and wanted to hug him.
Ling Yun held up his hand to block it. He wasn't used to hugging males. "Have you harvested your potatoes?"
The Tiger Tribe's potatoes had all been harvested and distributed to everyone. Ling Yun calculated the date and knew that the Rat Tribe's potatoes were almost ripe. He had wanted to find a group of people to go get them, but he didn't expect them to deliver them so quickly.
"Yes, these carefully grown potatoes are actually bigger and better than the ones we dug up last year!"
Bu'er did not restrain his enthusiasm because Ling Yun refused to hug him. His face was full of smiles.
This time, the male who had partnered with the mouse tribe also came to escort Potato. He happily met with his old friend to reminisce about the past, and also brought the good news that his female was pregnant with a litter of tiger cubs.
Ling Yun said, "Let me take a look at the potatoes first."
Bu'er didn't plan to stay in the Tiger Tribe for too long. "Chief Ling Yun, if the potatoes are okay, we'd like to rest in your tribe for a day and return the next day. Can you find a cave for us to stay in?"
"Okay." Ling Yun nodded.
He went to see the potatoes brought by the rat tribe. There were a total of one hundred bags of potatoes, each bag weighing one hundred to eighty kilograms, and each one was as big as a fist.
Most of the potatoes harvested by their tribe were of this size, but there were also some small ones. It was obvious that the rat tribe had specially picked potatoes of good quality to send over.
Ling Yun made an assessment in his mind and said, "We agreed to exchange it for animal skins. I'll go find someone to prepare it right away."
"Chief, wait a minute," Bu Er smiled at Ling Yun, "Can't we plant some potatoes before the cold season? There's no rush to replace these animal skins..."
He looked at the linen skirt around Ling Yun's waist: "What kind of leather is this? It looks very cool. Can you give us some in exchange?"
Ling Yun slapped away Bu'er's hand as he tried to touch it. "Our tribe doesn't even have enough for our own use, so we're not planning on exchanging them for the time being." He paused, then looked at Bu'er and said, "If you really want it, I can give you some to take back with your female. We won't be exchanging them in bulk."
Bu Er was overjoyed when he heard this: "Chief Ling Yun, you are such a good person!"
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