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pangzi · 11 months

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A day in the life of Pangzi, a half orc who has a farm in the mountains.

The sky is only barely tinted a soft pink when Pangzi steps out of his cabin. The sun still has a long way to go before it peaks out from behind the mountain tops. It’s a sight that greets him every morning, but it never fails to take his breath away.

As always, he takes a moment to appreciate the view. He takes a deep breath, letting the cold morning air fill his lungs and clear his head. Only when he feels fully awake he finally steps down into the soft, wet grass and makes his way towards the barn.

Just like every other day, his bison are already eagerly waiting at the fence to greet him. He gently pets as many of them as he can as he passes them by. Most of them are satisfied by a gentle pat on the nose, while some of the younger ones follow him until the fence stops them. Pangzi gives them one last scratch on their heads as a goodbye and then steps into the barn.

He barely gets to crack open the barn door before Lingling is crawling up his side already. He scoops him up quickly and sets him on his shoulder, where he curls up happily, his head tucked under Pangzi’s chin.

“Clingy creature,” he chuckles fondly.

After getting saved from a poacher, the poor hurt pangolin was left on Pangzi’s doorstep by a kind soul and hasn’t left his side since. He tried to release him back into the wild once he was fully healed and ready to fend for himself again, but each and every time Lingling would find his way back to Pangzi, no matter what Pangzi tried. Eventually he had to give up and allow the creature to stay. Not that he wanted him to go, he had long gotten attached to him when he first tried to release him.

With Lingling heavily but happily settled on Pangzi’s shoulder, Pangzi carefully checks up on his sheep and goats before releasing them into the meadow. The sheep need to be sheared soon. He cannot wait, he’s running out of yarn and he really needs some new socks.

With a soft hum he continues his rounds on the farm.

He doesn’t know why he’s surprised when he finds the chickens out of their coop and fed already. A basket full of freshly collected eggs is placed ready for Pangzi to pick up and take inside. He hasn’t collected a single egg himself in ages, not that he would ever complain about it. It’s nice to finally have some help on the farm, it was long overdue.

When he passes the barn to make his way into the fields, he carefully peels Lingling from his shoulder and puts the sleeping creature back in his burrow. He lets out a small, pitiful sound as Pangzi sets him down but he quickly shuffles deeper into his burrow and goes to sleep for the day.

His next harvest seems to be doing well too, it’s looking like another big one. He cannot help but smile as he thinks about how much he will be able to bring down to the village. They might not appreciate it, but he knows they need it and he likes helping.

He still has to bring a share of the early harvest down. He only just finished sorting and rationing all of it.

One batch of produce is already carefully wrapped up in a piece of cloth. From what’s left, he picks out the best and carefully puts it at the bottom of his basket. Then he puts a divider in so the rest doesn’t touch it and carefully fills up the rest of the basket.

On his way down the mountain he makes a small detour. He makes his way higher up first to leave the small cloth wrapping in a tree hollow at the edge of the woods.

The closer he gets to the village, the more his heart starts racing. Not because he is afraid. He won’t go far enough into town to get any of the villagers after him. Or he shouldn’t at least.

With shaking hands he carefully knocks on the door of her house. He really hopes she’s home. She wasn’t home last time and he’s been wondering how she and Xiao Mei have been. Last time they spoke Xiao Mei was ill. He has seen her running in the fields, so Pangzi knows she’s doing better, but that doesn’t stop him from worrying.

“Pangzi! I hadn’t expected you for another week or two,” Piaopiao smiles warmly as she opens the door. “Let me get your basket, I noticed the shoulder straps were getting old so I put some new ones on!”

He’s at a loss for words immediately. He barely manages to get her name over his lips as a greeting. He always thinks he’s getting better at talking to her, but then she smiles and he cannot help but stumble over his words. She’s patient with him as always, which only makes him more nervous. She’s so kind and it only makes her more beautiful to him.

“Early harvest,” Pangzi mumbles eventually, stumbling over his words immensely. “I’ll have more in a few weeks.”

He takes the basket from his back and puts it on the ground for her to see what he brought. That’s when he feels the first thud against his back. He doesn’t think much of it and proudly shows her some of his produce.

“You have more coming, really?” Piaopiao asks in surprise as she sees how much he brought. “I can feed the whole town with this! Are you sure you aren’t overworking yourself? Are you keeping enough for yourself?”

Pangzi shakes his head, his cheeks warm. “I have help, don’t worry about me.” He scratches the back of his neck and that’s when he feels the next hit. It’s sharp and hard and quickly followed by another one hitting him in the head.

“Get away from her you monster! Leave her alone!” A voice screams from behind him as he gets hit in the head again and again. Rocks. Someone was throwing rocks at him.

Instinctively Pangzi hunches down, which doesn’t change much, he’s still bigger than the average adult human. He’s too big to miss even when he makes himself as small as he can be.

Pangzi looks over his shoulder to see the culprit. When he sees it’s just a young child, his heart sinks more than it usually does. Is he really that terrifying? Do they hate him so much that even their children get poisoned against him from early on?

He feels rage bubble up in his chest but he presses it down. No matter how much he would like to give this child a piece of mind, he can’t. Piaopiao wouldn’t want him to and it would just make things so much worse. As long as he keeps to himself the villagers tend to leave him alone. If he were to even raise his voice at this child… Every village in the vicinity of the mountain would probably rise up against him.

“Get away from her! Don’t hurt her! Don’t worry, ayi, I won’t let him hurt you,” the child screams. He swings a small wooden sword in the air before throwing another sharp rock at Pangzi’s head.

Pangzi has no other option than to look at Piaopiao for help. She just looks back at him, her eyes full of pity. Pangzi can feel his heart sink in his chest. He knows it’s safer for the both of them if she doesn’t interfere, but still…

“I think it’s better if you return home,” she says quietly. “Thank you for sharing your harvest with us again, I will make sure it goes to the people who need it most.”

Biting the inside of his cheek hard, Pangzi lowers his head and nods. “I added extra berries for Xiao Mei,” he whispers, “I’ll see you in a few weeks then.” He grabs his basket, the straps looking newer than they ever had, and walks away.

The kid continues his assault as Pangzi makes his way out of the village. Several others joini him even, following to the edge of town. “That’s right, coward. Run away and stay away! We don’t want your kind here!”

He knows…

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