Ji Nuan, standing to the side, instructed Xiu Yan, and after completing one, the Orc, in visibly good spirits, returned to his labor.
What surprised Ji Nuan was that the paper made after soaking in cold water, though rough, was quite soft and slightly yellow, but still quite suitable for wiping.
The era of using leaves for wiping had finally ended, and Ji Nuan was so moved, she almost cried.
The following days, the two Orcs began their secluded paper-making days.
Outside, after a few sunny days, a blizzard began howling again, as if intending to swallow the entire oasis.
Their cave was blocked by snow many times, and without clearing it, the air inside would become extremely thin.
Three elderly Orcs in the Sahara Tribe died because of this.
Due to the harsh weather, the Orcs did not go out to hunt; without camels to ride, they dared not hunt about the snow-covered desert.
Losing their way would only lead to one dead end for them.
