Chapter 117 The First Person to Seek Him Out
Chapter 117 The First Person to Seek Him Out
After making hair ties for a while, Jiang Luoluo simply couldn't continue.
She hadn't expected that the tribespeople, who were usually quite reserved when faced with jam, would show such great interest in the beautifully dyed and woven hair ties.
Even the heavy rains of the rainy season cannot extinguish their yearning for beauty.
Every day, countless tribesmen come to Jiang Luoluo to exchange dyed hair ties, even though Jiang Luoluo has clearly told everyone that she can teach other tribesmen how to make hair ties, and Jiang Luoluo has already taught some of them.
However, everyone still came to Jiang Luoluo to exchange ideas with great enthusiasm.
After all, it's really troublesome to do it yourself. You don't even need to try it yourself. After hearing about the first few steps, many people give up. Doing it yourself is not as simple as exchanging with others.
Moreover, most of the tribespeople are genuinely incapable of doing very detailed work, not because they can't, but simply because they lack the patience.
Jiang Luoluo wanted to introduce the commercial industry chain derived from the production of dyed hair ties—given the tribe's love of beauty and the high rate of wear and tear on dyed hair ties, although it couldn't fully cover the living costs of one person, it could at least support half a person.
Taking this as a part-time job is definitely worthwhile!
Moreover, most people in the tribe don't have much else to do besides hunting, so having this kind of part-time job is quite nice.
However, it seems that most of the clansmen don't quite understand what this means. They only know that Jiang Luoluo can do it, so they all come to find Jiang Luoluo.
This gave Jiang Luoluo a huge headache. Making one was a hobby, making a bunch was to give to friends, but making it for a lifetime would be like working a slave.
Jiang Luoluo really didn't want to cause herself any more trouble, but the thought that whatever she did in the future might lead to the same result filled her with despair.
However, among so many people in the tribe, there are still some intelligent ones.
While Jiang Luoluo was busy with a pile of orders for dyed hair ties, an unexpected visitor suddenly came to visit her.
"Ping?" Ge looked at the boy in front of him with some surprise.
Gobipin was two years older than him and they trained together on the small rocky hill for a long time, but they didn't have much contact. Apart from knowing each other's names, they didn't have any other communication.
Jiang Luoluo had a vague impression of Ping. She remembered that when they first exchanged jam on the small rocky hill, everyone else brought fire-burning flowers for Jiang Luoluo, but only Ping brought reed grass, which was used to treat burns.
Jiang Luoluo thought Ping was a very smart child back then, and now that she sees him here, she knows he is indeed very smart.
Ping didn't come alone; beside him was a slightly older girl who looked no more than fifteen or sixteen years old.
Jiang Luoluo hadn't seen the girl on the small rocky hill, but she wasn't surprised, because the girl had been carried there on her back.
Jiang Luoluo's gaze fell on the girl's legs, which were almost excessively slender.
"This is my older sister, Xing," Ping introduced, meeting the cub's gaze with a calm and composed explanation.
“Xing’s legs have not been very good since birth. She can only stand up with difficulty and cannot walk too far.”
Jiang Luoluo looked away. No... it was already incredible that her legs were so thin and weak, yet she could still stand and walk a distance.
No wonder they are tribal people with superhuman physical abilities.
"Luo, I heard that you want to teach others how to make colored hemp ropes so that they can do these things for you, is that right?" Ping and Ge looked at each other for a moment before shifting their gaze to Jiang Luoluo.
Clearly, the eye contact he had just exchanged had allowed him to determine who was in control of the situation.
Jiang Luoluo nodded.
Ping squatted down to look Jiang Luoluo in the eye.
"Then, Luo, may I ask you to teach Xing this method?"
It is only natural that Xing cannot become an orc warrior.
But Xing is already seventeen years old... In a year at most, she will have to leave her family and her parents' care.
It wasn't that Xing's parents were cruel; in fact, they loved their children enough. Otherwise, Xing would have been expelled and forced to live on her own when she was sixteen.
This is a tribal rule: if a member is healthy, they can live with their parents until they get married, provided they wish.
But it won't work for those with disabilities.
Because they cannot provide enough help to the family, they can only become a burden to the family members, increasing the necessary burden for the family's survival.
There have been examples of this long ago: loving parents who, in order to ensure their disabled children survive, continue to hunt desperately until their children reach adulthood and they themselves grow old... In the end, it is a sad ending.
Therefore, the tribe stipulates that parents can raise their disabled children until they reach adulthood, either by having them start a new family or by having the tribe provide unified care and support.
That is, the group of elderly and disabled people who were responsible for making linen.
They may not necessarily live well, but at least they can survive and will not add to their original families, ensuring the healthier continuation of the tribe and preventing some tribesmen from being excessively oppressed.
But people are all made of flesh and blood. If given a choice, who wouldn't want their family to have a better life?
After learning about the living conditions of those tribesmen, Ping didn't want his sister to end up like that.
But he was only thirteen years old, and it would be two years before he became an orc warrior. It would be at least three years before he would be skilled enough to hunt prey—not everyone was as talented as Go, able to join the most important hunting party in his first year as an orc warrior.
Most of the tribesmen need about a year to become familiar with their new orc warriors, and during this time they can only hunt small prey at the edge of the Taz Forest.
Ping had already lost hope, but then she learned about Jiang Luoluo's situation. Most importantly, she intended to pass on this method.
The method of dyeing hemp rope is not difficult, just a little tedious and requires patience. But who can be more patient than Xing, who has been unable to walk since childhood and can only sit in one place for a long time?
Moreover, doing this didn't even require her to get up and move around much, and other things like dyes weren't troublesome either; they were just things she could do easily.
Is gathering a few flowers and grasses more difficult than hunting wild animals?
Yes, the food obtained by exchanging dyed hair ties is not enough to feed an adult member of the tribe, but that is on the premise that the adult member becomes an orc warrior.
For ordinary tribespeople like Xing, that amount of food is more than enough.
With the ability to support herself, Xing could stay at home. In fact, this ability would allow her to start a family more easily, rather than being seen as a burden.
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