Transmigrated to the Beastman World as a Veterinarian – CH10

Jian Mo hadn’t expected that so soon, he would find himself responsible for a household.

The Winged Beast, now named Chirpy, was quite the glutton. Even though the tribe had agreed to cover half of its food, Jian Mo still felt a significant amount of pressure to provide for it.

The next day, when he went out gathering, he made sure to bring a basket that was one size larger than usual.

Seeing this, everyone couldn’t help but smile wryly.

Qing Kuo raised an eyebrow at the sight of Jian Mo’s oversized basket. “Don’t stress yourself out. You’re a sub-beastman; the tribe won’t really expect you to shoulder the full responsibility of feeding a Winged Beast. Just give it a bit of food now and then.”

Jian Mo responded, “Wu Jiong said the same thing. He’s going to help me raise it. But now that I’m feeling healthier, I can gather more, so it’s no big deal.”

After all, he was a young man over 6 feet tall—not exactly weak.

Seeing how determined Jian Mo was, Qing Kuo decided not to say more.

Today, they were heading out to collect energy fruits again.

Now that his health had improved, Jian Mo managed to fill an entire basket with them, bringing them back to the tribe with their shells still intact.

Jian Mo wandered around the village after returning from gathering, noting that the hunters had yet to return. He decided to head to the riverbank, where he harvested a large basket of fresh grass. Back at home, he gathered some slightly old tubers, steamed them, and mixed in leftover fried fish oil and minced meat to make a hearty meal for the Winged Beast.

Whether it was the scent of food or the sight of Jian Mo approaching, Chirpy immediately perked up from a distance and began chirping, “Chirp chirp chirp!”

Seeing it eagerly rise to its feet, the rope around its neck pulled taut, Jian Mo couldn’t help but laugh. “Calm down, will you?”

The Winged Beast’s eyes sparkled with excitement, still chirping happily, “Chirp chirp!”

Jian Mo placed the food in front of it, then took its water basin to the river for a thorough cleaning, filling it with fresh water.

The moment Jian Mo returned, Chirpy buried its head in the basin, gulping down water with loud gulps, “Chirp chirp!”

By now, Jian Mo was used to the creature’s enthusiastic nature. After making sure it had enough food and water, he grabbed a newly made broom fashioned from tree branches and set about cleaning its droppings.

The Winged Beast ate a lot, and it pooped a lot too. The ash pile Jian Mo had replaced in the morning was already full again.

Despite its cute appearance and usefulness as a pack animal, taking care of Chirpy was no small task—just shoveling its droppings twice a day would be enough to dissuade many people.

Patiently, Jian Mo cleaned up the waste, replacing the soiled ashes with fresh ones to ensure a dry, clean environment.

As for the waste, Jian Mo scooped it into a designated wooden barrel, which he then carried to a distant part of the forest. There, he covered it with dried grass to start the composting process.

Once these droppings were fully composted, he could use them as fertilizer for the plants he had cultivated.

As he piled up the compost, Jian Mo started to consider expanding his cultivated land. If he only grew a few Wooden Roots and herbs, he wouldn’t be able to use up all the fertilizer he was producing—it would be such a waste.

Later that day, Jian Mo and Wu Jiong decided to break away from the main gathering group to dig up a type of tuber known as “Mao Gen.”

The villagers had told him that while Mao Gen tubers were quite large, the edible parts were limited. They were full of fibers, so eating them required spitting out the pulp constantly. The texture and taste were also mediocre.

Because most people didn’t enjoy eating Mao Gen, it was usually ignored. As a result, there was a large patch of it growing at the base of a distant mountain, untouched by others.

Recently, Jian Mo had been stressing over finding enough food for the Winged Beast. Upon hearing about this tuber, he didn’t hesitate to drag Wu Jiong along to gather some.

The beastmen might dislike Mao Gen for being full of fibers, but the Winged Beast wouldn’t mind. If it could eat grass roots, it could definitely eat Mao Gen.

And if that didn’t work out, Jian Mo figured he could extract the starch from the tubers to make something else.

Wu Jiong was puzzled, “How do you extract the starch?”

Jian Mo explained, “You just pound it, soak it in water, then filter and let it settle to separate the starch. Qing Kuo has some fabric we can trade and use as a filter.”

Wu Jiong thought it over and nodded, “Let’s try it tonight.”

Jian Mo agreed, “Then let’s dig up more while we’re at it.”

The two of them rode on the Winged Beast, flying straight to the mountain where the Mao Gen grew in abundance.

Being able to fly gave them a significant advantage. Despite traveling to a distant mountain, they reached their destination faster than Jian Mo usually did when gathering in the nearby hills.

After dismounting, Jian Mo couldn’t resist petting the Winged Beast’s wings.

With Chirpy, their range of activities had expanded greatly.

The Winged Beast folded its wings, blinking its large eyes and rubbing its head affectionately against Jian Mo, who was now visibly more gentle. “Chirp chirp?”

Jian Mo smiled, “Take a break and graze around here.”

The Winged Beast responded with a soft chirp, “Chirp.”

They tied the Winged Beast to a tree nearby, then grabbed their stone hoes and started digging for Mao Gen.

The soil at the mountain base was relatively soft, making it easy to dig. A few swings of the hoe, and they could unearth a large tuber.

Mao Gen resembled a big yam but was covered in coarse hair. Clumps of soil clung to its rough surface, making it look rather dirty.

Jian Mo thought it would be best to haul the tubers directly to the river to wash them clean before bringing them home.

Mao Gen was so easy to dig up that by noon, they had already gathered a large pile.

Looking at the heap of tubers, Jian Mo suggested, “Should we head back now? If we keep digging, I’m worried Chirpy won’t be able to carry the load.”

Wu Jiong glanced at the pile and agreed, “Alright.”

They tied the baskets full of Mao Gen onto Chirpy’s back and secured them. While doing so, Jian Mo kept an eye on the Winged Beast’s expression, worried that the weight might be too much.

But Chirpy’s eyes remained bright, occasionally chirping excitedly as if to say it didn’t mind the load at all.

Jian Mo patted its neck appreciatively. This creature may eat a lot, but it was also strong, making it quite a competent pack animal.

After securing the load, they climbed onto Chirpy’s back and guided it back to the village.

They were surprisingly efficient today—by the time they returned, the sun was still high in the sky, far from setting.

Together, they headed to the riverbank to wash the Mao Gen tubers.

As Jian Mo trimmed away the parts that had pests, he noticed that the inside of the tubers was indeed filled with tough fibers. Eating it as a regular tuber would likely be a challenge.

“Looks like it’s better to extract the starch,” Jian Mo remarked, holding up a cut Mao Gen tuber to Wu Jiong.

Wu Jiong agreed, “Alright, let’s wash them thoroughly and take them to the stone mortar to pound.”

Still unfamiliar with the village layout, Jian Mo asked, “Where’s the stone mortar? I don’t think I’ve seen it before.”

Wu Jiong explained, “It’s under the big tree near Hong Qiu’s place. Sometimes, when the tribe gathers particularly tough nuts, they use the stone mortar to crack them open and extract the kernels.”

After washing the Mao Gen tubers, Wu Jiong led Jian Mo to see the stone mortar.

It was a large natural stone with a deep hollow in the center, conveniently placed under a tree.

The tribe had set up a wooden frame around the large stone, attaching a hefty stone hammer to it. By stepping on the wooden handle, one could use the frame to repeatedly drop the heavy stone hammer into the pit below, efficiently pounding whatever was placed inside.

Jian Mo was amazed to see such an advanced tool in the tribe and was deeply impressed. It made him realize just how ingenious the people here were. Despite their limited resources, they had a variety of practical tools.

Wu Jiong, unaware of Jian Mo’s thoughts, simply hefted the large stone hammer aside and began dumping the Mao Gen tubers into the stone pit. “I’ll transform into my beast form—it’s more efficient that way. Just be careful not to stand too close while I’m working.”

Jian Mo quickly nodded in agreement.

Turning his back, Wu Jiong transformed into a massive white wolf and padded over.

Seeing the majestic white fur and the powerful way Wu Jiong moved, Jian Mo felt an almost irresistible urge to run up and give the fluffy coat a good rub. But he quickly lowered his gaze, suppressing the itch to touch.

The giant wolf used his paw to push the Mao Gen tubers deeper into the stone pit. Then, he moved over to the wooden handle and began stepping on it, rhythmically pounding the tubers into a pulp.

Under the wolf’s powerful paws, the enormous stone hammer looked like a mere toy, easily driven up and down to crush the tubers in no time.

Jian Mo stood to the side, using a long stick to push the Mao Gen into the center and stir the pulp at the bottom. The two worked in perfect harmony—one pounding, the other stirring.

When they finished the first batch, the giant wolf peeked over to check their progress. Jian Mo, realizing Wu Jiong was about to revert to human form, quickly said, “Wait, I can handle this!”

The wolf nodded and used his paw to push the stone hammer aside. “All set.”

Jian Mo brought over a large wooden bucket and knelt down to scoop the mashed tubers out of the stone pit.

Once the pit was emptied, Jian Mo pushed more Mao Gen into it and set the bucket filled with pulp to the side.

The giant wolf continued to stomp down on the hammer, efficiently processing the second batch.

Thanks to the stone mortar, they managed to crush all the Mao Gen tubers in no time. By the time they hauled the mashed tubers back home and began washing and filtering them, the sun was still high in the sky. Looking at the large basin of starchy water they had extracted, Jian Mo couldn’t help but feel that the productivity of this world wasn’t as low as he initially thought.

The beastmen’s powerful beast forms were indeed incredibly useful.

Wu Jiong eyed the yellowish starchy water with curiosity. “Is this the part we eat?”

Jian Mo shook his head with a smile. “No, no, it’s the starch that will settle at the bottom. You’ll see tomorrow.”

Wu Jiong gave the water basin a skeptical glance.

Jian Mo chuckled, “I’ll take the leftover Mao Gen fibers to feed Chirpy.”

Even though most of the tuber was fibrous, it still retained some starch, making it better than plain grass. It would be a good meal for the Winged Beast.

Jian Mo also set aside some cooked meat and fresh grass, bringing it over to feed Chirpy.

The Winged Beast was delighted, chirping non-stop in satisfaction.

However, Wu Jiong couldn’t stop thinking about the starchy water. The next morning, when Jian Mo woke up, he found Wu Jiong already bent over, inspecting it.

Hearing Jian Mo coming downstairs, Wu Jiong turned and said, “It’s settled. The water is clear now.”

Jian Mo’s spirits lifted. “Let me take a look.”

He quickly walked over.

Sure enough, the large wooden basin had clear water on top. Jian Mo called Wu Jiong over to help him carefully pour off the top layer, leaving behind the sediment of starch at the bottom.

Jian Mo reached in and pinched some between his fingers.

The starch was smooth and fine, with barely any granularity. The quality was excellent.

A smile spread across Jian Mo’s face.

Wu Jiong, curious, pinched a bit as well. “I’ve never seen anything like this before. How do you eat it?”

Jian Mo grinned, “We’ll use it to make pancakes!”

Without further delay, Jian Mo scooped out some of the starch.

The large stone slab they had was perfect for making pancakes.

Jian Mo added some water to the starch to make a batter, then cracked an egg into it, mixing thoroughly. He heated the stone slab, brushed it with beast oil, and began cooking.

Wu Jiong watched with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

The batter slowly solidified on the hot stone slab, transforming into the familiar pancakes Jian Mo missed so much.

He brushed a layer of egg wash on top, turning the pancakes a golden brown and releasing an irresistible aroma.

Jian Mo’s eyes welled up with tears. How many days had it been since he last saw such familiar food?

Wu Jiong watched as the unassuming starch batter turned into fragrant pancakes under Jian Mo’s expert hands. Once the pancake was done, Jian Mo slid it onto a plate. Wu Jiong asked, “Is it ready?”

“Yep! Here, try a small piece first.” Jian Mo said happily. “I’ll prepare some side dishes, and we can roll them up to eat.”

Jian Mo cut off a small piece with a spatula and handed it to Wu Jiong. “Give it a taste.”

Wu Jiong didn’t hesitate. He picked it up with his fingers and tossed it into his mouth.

Jian Mo watched his expression closely.

After chewing for a moment, Wu Jiong nodded. “It’s delicious.”

“Right?” Jian Mo beamed. “It’s even better with some meat.”

He quickly grilled some meat strips and carefully fried a small dish of his homemade pickled vegetables.

They sat by the stone slab, using the pancakes to wrap the meat and pickles.

The pancake was fragrant, the meat juicy, and the pickles tangy and salty. The combination of the different textures and flavors created a delightful explosion in their mouths.

Jian Mo took a bite, the unique flavor of the starch dancing on his tongue. He was so happy he could cry.

After swallowing, he held up the rolled pancake and said, “This is amazing! If only we had scallions and chili peppers.”

Wu Jiong, who had efficiently finished one pancake and was starting on his second, asked, “What are those?”

With a mouthful of pancake, Jian Mo replied, “They’re a bit hard to describe. Think of them as special seasonings we used all the time back in my place.”

Wu Jiong asked, “There’s none around here?”

Jian Mo shook his head. “I haven’t seen any yet, but it might just be the wrong season.”

Wu Jiong nodded thoughtfully. “We’ll check again in other seasons. And if we don’t find any near the village, we can ask the merchant beastmen from other tribes.”

After finishing their breakfast, Jian Mo made sure to prepare some meat-filled pancakes to feed Chirpy.

He decided to skip the pickled vegetables—he wasn’t sure if the Winged Beast would appreciate such an unusual flavor.

Chirpy had already eaten its usual breakfast, but when it saw Jian Mo bringing over the pancakes, its nose twitched as it cautiously sniffed the air.

The aroma of starch and meat fully tantalized the Winged Beast’s sense of smell. Just one sniff, and drool instantly streamed from the corners of its mouth like two little waterfalls.

The speed was so sudden that Jian Mo couldn’t react in time.

Jian Mo patted Chirpy. “Smells good, doesn’t it? There’s a bit of your hard work in this pancake too.”

With that, he held the pancake up to Chirpy’s mouth.

The Winged Beast opened its jaws wide and snapped up the pancake in one bite, letting out an enthusiastic, “Chirp!!!”