SFS Chapter 46 Disdain?
Chapter 46 Disdain?
The young man realized what he was referring to and touched his hair somewhat embarrassedly. "Uncle Tulin made it for me sometime during the day. He insisted that I wear it, saying that it would make me look more like a priest."
This crest is covered in bright and beautiful feathers; it's likely that any of the more attractive pheasants in the tribe have been killed.
Lang Cang looked at him seriously, "The way you just looked was exactly like a true priest." The young man's singing voice was full of calming and gentle energy.
"Oh, which one are you talking about?" Lin Baiyan blushed genuinely at this moment.
He had just recited a Buddhist scripture. Tu Lin wanted him to pray to the Beast God before the celebration began. The young man originally wanted to ask him what he said when he prayed.
However, Tu Lin was also in a dilemma. The young man saw that Tu Lin looked troubled and knew that he probably did not know the priest's incantation during the ritual.
Praying to the Beast God to celebrate the harvest is something almost every tribe does, so he had to temporarily use a Buddhist scripture instead. According to Lin Baiyan, each priest should recite a different incantation.
Lin Baiyan's grandmother was a Buddhist, and there was a small Buddhist shrine in her home where she prayed and chanted scriptures every day. The young man was influenced by her and learned a lot about Buddhism.
This is the perfect time to use it!
I hope Buddha won't mind...
The young man thought to himself with a guilty conscience.
"That was taught to me by my grandmother... by an old orc I met by chance..." He paused abruptly as if remembering something, and smiled awkwardly at Lang Cang.
"She said it's a prayer for a safe and bountiful harvest, so I remembered to recite it." Lin Baiyan subconsciously wanted to rub something, but found nothing in her arms, so she could only touch her earlobe to cover up her embarrassment.
Lang Cang glanced at the young man's subtle movements, his eyes flickered, but he didn't press the matter further.
He vaguely knew that the young man had some little secrets, but they were nothing serious, and he wouldn't harm them anyway.
Lang Cang has always firmly believed in this.
"Let's go, let's go. If we don't go eat now, they'll eat it all." The young man pushed Lang Cang towards the crowd.
Most of the orcs gathered around the small mountain of beef ribs that Lin Baiyan had cooked. Because the young man hadn't made many, each orc could only take one rib to try.
Those palm-sized ribs, once inside the male orc's mouth, were chewed clean in just a few bites, without even needing to spit out the bones.
Wolf Cang was particularly adept at finishing any food in just a few bites, which made the young man wonder just how much he could eat.
Everyone had just tasted it when it was gone, and the beastmen were reluctant to look at the place where the ribs were served.
After eating the pan-fried meat, the roasted meat and meat soup had to take a backseat. Huqiu sighed and licked his fingers, which still seemed to taste meat, "I feel like I've been eating meat for nothing all this time!"
Xiong Fei, standing beside him, kept nodding in agreement, too busy to say anything.
However, the meat soup was also very fragrant. Everyone held their bamboo bowls and sat around the campfire with happy faces.
Since everyone discovered the wonderful uses of bamboo, almost all the stone bowls in the tribe have been replaced with bamboo bowls, which are light and convenient. Lin Baiyan and Hu Jiang even punched holes at the bottom of the bamboo joints to make bamboo strainers and bamboo spoons.
Hu Jiang, without any formal instruction, wondered if he could split the bamboo into smaller pieces and weave it into baskets.
Lin Baiyan had considered using bamboo to make a basket before, but cutting bamboo, splitting it into thin strips, and removing the nodes were all too much work, so he settled for willow vines instead.
After he briefly explained how to make a bamboo basket, Hu Jiang quickly made a sturdy basket, which made the young man marvel at the importance of talent.
The surrounding beastmen feasted heartily, their laughter echoing through the valley.
Lin Baiyan and Lang Cang sat around a small fire, with Xiao Mao Xia and the wolf cubs nearby.
After Lang Cang drank his seventh bowl of meat soup, Lin Baiyan could no longer hide his surprise. He looked at Lang Cang's still flat stomach with great curiosity about where the meat soup he had eaten had gone.
The cubs next to the wolf cubs followed suit, picking up a huge bone and gnawing on it with all four paws. Despite their small size, their sharp fangs were surprisingly strong, easily tearing off large chunks of meat.
Lang Cang noticed Lin Baiyan's surprised look, and his ears turned red involuntarily. Then he slowed down the speed at which he ate the meat.
Will he think I have a big appetite?
Lang Cang hesitated, unsure why he had suddenly had this thought.
He unconsciously tried to explain to himself, "I usually..." Lang Cang couldn't finish his sentence; he seemed to eat even more...
He has always had a large appetite, but these days food is scarce, so Lang Cang has been holding back. He only eats about three-tenths full each time, except when he was searching for salt before, when he could eat seven or eight-tenths full.
Seeing Lang Cang's somewhat awkward expression, Lin Baiyan couldn't help but chuckle. His eyes were filled with amusement as he asked, "Is that enough for you? Shall I get you another bowl?"
Looking at his teasing expression, Lang Cang, unusually a little sullen, said in a muffled voice, "Do you think I eat too much?"
The little cub next to him stopped eating meat with a nervous look on his face when he heard Lang Cang's words. Would the priest brother also think they ate too much?
The babies can eat a little less...
The adults and children all stared wide-eyed at Lin Baiyan.
Seeing that Lang Cang seemed to have taken it seriously and looked very dejected, Lin Baiyan quickly comforted him, "That's not what I meant. You're not an adult yet, and you're still growing. Eating more means you'll be stronger in the future. How could I dislike you?"
Just kidding! He just thought Lang Cang's slurping eating was kind of cute, but he misinterpreted it like this. Master Qing Tang, you've been wronged to death.
"And you too, you need to eat a lot to grow up healthy. Your priest brother has never looked down on you!" the young man emphasized to the cubs.
Seeing that Lin Baiyan looked serious and didn't seem to be just going through the motions, Lang Cang felt relieved and led his cubs to continue fighting.
The grand bonfire dinner lasted very, very late.
The next day, when Lin Baiyan woke up in his animal skin quilt, it was still a little dark. The kitten stretched lazily in the warm animal skin quilt.
This piece of sheepskin was a reward from the tribe for the salt-hunting team that successfully found salt.
All the beastmen who went to search for salt had their own: Lang Cang had a small deer hide and a roe deer hide, while Xiong Fei, Ma Yuan, and Lin Baiyan all had sheepskins, though none of them were as big as his.
After all, the idea for the ocean came from Lin Baiyan, and he also provided the method.