Traveling through the primitive world: I was a priest in the tribe

Then the whole scene turned into three children sitting in a row, looking straight ahead. One of them had a naughty kid in his arms, who kept looking around curiously, and when he saw something interesting in the house that he had never seen before, he would start babbling.

This scene made Jilang feel like a nursery school teacher.

Ji Lang is actually not very good at getting along with children. He originally called Feng Lai just to ask him to introduce this group of people to him.

The current situation makes him feel a little embarrassed.

He took some dried fruits that he had dried himself and placed them in front of the children, motioning them to eat them. "I dried these fruits myself. They don't taste good. They're just snacks."

Feng waved his hands hurriedly, "We are not hungry."

They had no concept of snacks. They only thought they should eat when they were hungry. Besides, they had just eaten those sweet little beans, which looked very precious at first glance.

Xiaoman is already used to eating snacks, and like a little adult, he divides the dried fruits into several portions and shares them with them.

Then he got to the point. Ji Lang asked Feng, "I heard from Qing Jiu that you had a conflict with Hei Shiliu and his men and got injured. How did you get away?"

Feng scratched his head a little embarrassedly, "I just saw that Qingjiu had trouble drinking water, so I wanted to get a pottery jar for him to use as water. When I walked outside the tribe, I ran into Hei Shiliu's hunting team. They guessed that Qingjiu was nearby, so they interrogated me..."

Seeing that he was not cooperating, someone in the hunting team picked up a bone knife and wanted to kill him.

Sensing the man's murderous intent, Feng pretended to change his mind and said he was willing to take them there.

Hei Shiliu sent a group of people to follow Feng to find Qing Jiu, and the rest returned to the tribe.

Feng had been running outside the tribe since he was a few years old and was very familiar with the nearby terrain. On the contrary, Hei Shiliu's people had only been in the tribe for a short time and had not had time to explore some places outside the tribe.

It was also because that group of people were too conceited. They thought that a teenager had the courage to resist them. After following them for a while, they found that something was getting more and more wrong. By the time they reacted, some people were already stuck in the swamp and couldn't get out.

Feng took advantage of the chaos to escape, but did not dare to go back to the cave directly. Instead, he hid in the mountains and observed secretly. The group of people lost three lives in the swamp and were furious. They had been looking for him nearby for four or five days. Later, other people from the tribe came looking for him, as if something had happened in the tribe.

Otherwise Feng felt that he might starve to death, so he dug out all the grass roots in his hiding place and ate them.

But after finally returning to the cave with great difficulty, I found that Qingjiu and Xiaoman had left at some point.

He didn't dare run around anymore and stayed in the cave. When he was hungry, he went out to find some wild vegetables or catch some small animals.

More than ten days later, Guo Qi and Feng's brother Xi Shi were found.

I was shocked to see Feng had lost so much weight in just twenty years that he was almost unrecognizable.

After finding out the truth, several people secretly went back to the tribe to check. The tribe was in complete chaos. Hei Shiliu was dead, and the heads of several forces wanted to become the new leader. There were constant conflicts of all sizes, and many people had been injured or even killed.

I found out that Qing Jiu had come back, killed Hei Shiliu and left.

Guo Qi and the others did not delay and returned to their family’s new residence together.

For several months, I have been looking for Qing Jiu everywhere.

Although this family looks large, their actual fighting power is only limited to Guo Qi, Xi Shi and Sa Shi.

Guo Qi didn't dare to leave his family and go far away to look for his brother.

After hearing this, Ji Lang felt a little emotional. It turned out that even though times have changed, people's desire for power cannot be changed.

Even in such harsh conditions where it is difficult to survive, they never forget to fight among themselves.

The broth in the pot was already giving off a faint aroma, and Ji Lang quickly asked Feng to tell him the names and characteristics of the people in this large group.

Otherwise, I won’t even know the name when the soup is served.

In addition to Li, who is the easiest to recognize, there are two other women in the team. One is Lan from the previous collection team. She is petite and not very strong. She is the little kid in the room, Am, and also Guo Qi's partner. She was standing behind and Ji Lang couldn't see clearly what she looked like.

The other woman was Qingjiu's sister, Sashi. She was very tall, with heroic and three-dimensional features. She had short hair that looked like she had cut it herself with a not very sharp knife. The hair was of varying lengths and a bit messy. She was one of the rare female hunters in the tribe.

Ji Lang had an impression of this girl. Although she was standing in the crowd without saying a word, her expression was sharp and very eye-catching. She was wearing a fur coat, and her exposed arms and legs were a healthy wheat color. She had more muscles than Ji Lang and looked very reliable.

Her partner, Xi Ju, is Feng's brother, a relatively thin man. Of course, he is only relatively thin among this group of people. In fact, he is still stronger than Ji Lang.

Xishi has perception abilities that have never appeared in the tribe. He is very sensitive to all smells and sounds, as well as temperature and humidity. He can predict weather changes in the tribe and act as a guide when going out to look for prey. He is a being that many hunting teams in the tribe want to compete for.

Guo Qi and Ji Lang could tell which one it was at a glance. Compared to Qing Jiu's slender figure, Guo Qi was taller and stronger, about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with rough features, thick eyebrows and big eyes. He should have inherited his father's appearance.

Qing Jiu looks more like Li, with more delicate facial features.

Ji Lang thought of Guo Qi and Lan standing together, which was a bit like the cutest height difference he saw on the Internet a few years ago.

This couple, oh, people here call them partners, their child is Xiaodou Dingchuan, a little kid born in the cold season. Because of the birth in the cold season and the poor warmth conditions, Lan's health is not good now.

Fortunately, Guo Qi prepared a lot of firewood and furs in advance, so Lan's body was not seriously injured. If she is well taken care of, she will gradually get better.

Little Chuan inherited his father's physical condition and survived the harsh winter season in good health.

The one holding Chuan is Li’s youngest child, Qingjiu’s younger brother, Wu.

Wu looks like Li, he has not grown up yet, and his face does not have the aggressiveness of Qingjiu. He looks kind of childish and cute. The first time Ji Lang saw him, he thought that Qingjiu looked like this when he was a child.

Thinking about Qing Jiu now, there is a strange contrast.

When Wu was young, his father died of illness. He was raised by his mother and his brothers and sisters, so he has a deep affection for them. When Qingjiu found them, Wu was really happy. His brother did not die quietly outside like his father. Not only did he recover from his injuries, but he also survived. So Wu was very grateful to Ji Lang for saving his second brother.

Feng is a very expressive kid. He explained to Jilang the characteristics and personalities of each person.

Ji Lang didn't intend to understand the group of people all at once, he just wanted to get a general understanding and have an idea in mind.

After all, these people are going to start living with him. If it were in the past environment, he could slowly get to know each other through getting along with each other, but with the current living conditions, sometimes he even has to trust his back to someone, so he has to understand everyone's temperament to some extent.

Fortunately, there is no one like Hei Shiliu in this group of people who does not treat others as human beings. Otherwise, Ji Lang really would not be able to stay with such people for a long time, and he might be stabbed in the back secretly one day.

Just as he was daydreaming, he heard light footsteps outside. Ji Lang looked up and saw it was Lan.

Lan was already feeling a little embarrassed, and she felt even more embarrassed when she saw Chuan sitting in Wu's arms and smacking something in his mouth.

He spoke in a low voice, "Well... the kid was running around, so I went to help him, and he came down. I'll take him upstairs now." His speech was incoherent.

Ji Lang smiled and waved his hand, "It's okay, the children are safer in the house."

Seeing Lan standing outside the door awkwardly, he said, "Would you like to come in and sit down?"

Lan hurriedly shook her head, "No, no, no..."

I don't know what to say.

Fortunately, the meal was almost ready, so Ji Lang simply asked her to take the children upstairs first.

When the aroma of barbecue wafted from the roof, the soup in the pot was already stewing very fragrantly.

Without waiting for Ji Lang to call out, Qing Jiu came down and brought up the soup and the bowl.

Jilang also brought a dozen large potatoes from the house and buried them under the barbecue fire.

The venison soup with dried mushrooms is fragrant and fresh, with tender meat, more lean meat, and cooked until it is soft and boneless. The dried mushrooms absorb the soup, which has the freshness of mushrooms and the fragrance of meat. The mixture is so juicy that it bursts with every bite. With some seasonings that Jilang brought himself, the taste made everyone, who had only eaten boiled meat with salt before, couldn't help but admire it.

Especially Feng, who was like a little flatterer, sitting next to Jilang and Xiaoman, and yelling while eating, "This meat is so fragrant and soft, it doesn't hurt to chew at all."

That's natural. People here eat meat as long as it's cooked. They rarely care about the taste. When they are very hungry, they will even eat it raw.

Moreover, it is in the mountains at a high altitude, so the water may not even be boiled, let alone the meat is cooked thoroughly.

Jilang cooked the meat in a pressure cooker for forty minutes, which is why it is so soft and tender.

After following Jilang for half a year, Qingjiu's barbecue skills have improved a lot. On the way back, he showed everyone his "cooking skills" many times. Today's roasted venison was as delicious as ever and did not arouse much discussion.

However, the burnt smell of the potatoes that Ji Lang buried attracted the attention of Guo Qi and the others.

This kind of food is soft, sticky and dense, with a burnt aroma. It is easy to eat even for people with bad teeth, and you will feel full after eating a big piece.

Xi Shi was a little excited, "Is this food dug nearby?" He was responsible for helping everyone in the tribe find food when they went out. He himself liked delicious food very much, and he had never seen such food before.

Ji Lang scratched his head, not knowing how to explain it to him.

Instead, Qing Jiu, who was sitting next to him, said, "No, Ji Lang brought this himself."

I think Qingjiu had told them about Jilang’s magical powers before.

Hearing this, Xishi was a little discouraged. "Well, if we can dig it up nearby, we will have one more kind of food in the winter season. I have studied it carefully. This kind of food is easy to store and should last for a long time."

Ji Lang was still a little surprised. No wonder this man sat there motionless after taking a bite of potato and even asked him for a raw potato.

I don't know how he made the inference, but it is indeed very accurate.

Ji Lang thought for a moment and said, "Actually, this thing is called potato. We can grow it ourselves. It is easy to raise and has a high yield."

Xishi and Qingjiu both looked over inquiringly. Xishi asked, "Planting? High yield? What does that mean?"

Realizing that they had no concept of planting at that time, Ji Lang explained, "Planting means we clear a piece of land ourselves, plant plants with seeds, and take care of them ourselves until the seeds grow and mature. In this way, we don't have to go all over the mountains to find and dig, we can dig directly in our own land, and we can plant every year, and we have the final say on how much to plant. High yield means that we can use a small amount of potatoes to grow far more potatoes than the number of seeds."

This was a completely new concept for Xishi and the others present. They still believed that all food came from the wild and had never thought that they could grow these things themselves.

Growing their own crops...that means they won't have to go out and search for a long time only to get nothing, and that means they have some basic security.