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

The rain kept falling, from morning to afternoon, and from afternoon to evening, and there was no sign of stopping.

Ji Lang knew that he had heatstroke, so he took out some Huoxiang Zhengqi water from his bag and drank it after lunch.

It tastes bad, but it works.

Maybe it was because of the cave, or maybe it was because there was no soundproofing on the doors and windows, but Ji Lang felt that the originally hypnotic sound of rain was really loud. He slept soundly for the whole afternoon in such a sound, and felt much more comfortable at night. The heat in the air had been replaced by a slight coolness, and Ji Lang's stuffiness and dizziness disappeared. After Ji Lang fell asleep in the afternoon, Xi Shi and Sa Shi actually went out again in the heavy rain and found some edible fruits and wild vegetables.

This made the "weak" Ji Lang very envious. Worried about Ji Lang, Qing Jiu did not go out in the afternoon and slept with Ji Lang so that he could keep watch at night when he was not sleepy.

Qing Jiu didn't let Ji Lang accompany him. He suddenly got poisoned by heat today. It was probably because he was tired during the day yesterday and stayed up all night. Coupled with the sudden rise in temperature in the morning, the attack happened all of a sudden.

No matter what, Ji Lang was not allowed to get up and was asked to continue sleeping.

Ji Lang didn't listen to him at all. He had been sleeping for a whole day and was not sleepy at all. Ignoring Qing Jiu's ugly face, he moved the moisture-proof mat next to the fire.

Even when it is hot, they will light a fire when camping in the wild, not necessarily for warmth, but more to scare away wild animals.

Qing Jiu was sitting on the other side of the fire, looking at Ji Lang a little angry at this man's disobedience but also a little helpless.

Ji Lang raised his chin with a smile towards Qing Jiu who was looking over, and patted the empty moisture-proof mat beside him to signal Qing Jiu to come over, as if to say, "Come and sit here. Won't your butt get cold if you sit on the ground?"

Someone immediately sat down resignedly.

Qing Jiu sat down against the wall. Ji Lang, who had been sitting cross-legged on the mat, immediately lay down and rested his head on Qing Jiu's strong thighs. "I'm lying here to sleep, so you won't be angry, right?" He was acting awkward, like a child who had done something wrong but didn't know how to apologize.

"I'm not angry." Qing Jiu said, gently fiddling with the furry little head on his thigh.

Ji Lang turned back and forth and found a comfortable position to lie down. Hearing the snoring sounds in the cave, he began to speak again, "Humph, if you're not angry, I'm angry. In the morning, you clearly decided to bring Uncle Lin and Ye with you, but you still asked me what you thought of them, as if I didn't agree. How could I disagree?"

Well, it’s time to settle the scores.

Qing Jiu smiled secretly in his heart but didn't dare to show it. Instead, he patted the other party gently, trying to comfort the big, furry cat.

"It's my fault, I just want you to get involved." I don't want you to be like a bystander, staying in this group as a stranger, as if you will never be able to fit in.

He didn't ask Ji Lang to integrate into his big family, but he wanted him to have a sense of belonging here besides himself. He once thought about not looking for his family and just staying with Ji Lang.

But there are always times when he is not around, and there are times when Ji Lang wants to talk and chat with other people.

He doesn't understand any big principles, but he doesn't want Ji Lang to be the only one in his world. He is willing to show Ji Lang everything about himself.

Let Jilang get along with his family and friends, make some decisive decisions in this large group, and it would be best if he could truly regard this place as his home.

But he seemed too anxious and chose the wrong approach, which made Ji Lang uncomfortable.

Ji Lang wasn't really angry, nor did he understand. Just like when he was a child, even though his grandmother had already decided what to eat for lunch, she would still ask his grandfather.

This is a sense of participation and identity among family members.

It was just too fast and he hadn't adapted to it yet.

"I was too anxious. It's my fault. Can we take it slow next time?" Qing Jiu asked him softly.

"Yeah." Qing Jiu's voice was low and seemed to be bewitching, and his hands were massaging his shoulders. Ji Lang felt like a cat whose fur was stroked and felt very comfortable. Although he didn't feel sleepy, he couldn't help closing his eyes and falling asleep.

In the second half of the night, he was drowsy and felt himself being picked up. He smelled a familiar scent. Ji Lang did not open his eyes. The sound of rain outside could no longer be heard. From time to time, he could hear the chirping of insects. It seemed that the rain had stopped.

After the rain, even the air in the mountains smells of earth, which attacks the nose without any hesitation.

Ji Lang was still dazed after being awakened by the smell. The fur covering his body was soft and felt very similar to that of a kitten.

After a closer look, they realized that this was the skin of the tiger they had killed before.

It was still dark inside the cave. Qingjiu carried him in after he fell asleep last night.

There were bursts of exclamations coming from outside, and Ji Lang got up to see what was going on.

"Oh my God, how come there is no trace at all? How was it repaired? If it was a broken bone, it could be repaired like this." Feng couldn't help but exclaim in amazement. He and Xishi's father had been lame since they broke their bones while hunting in the early years and the bones never healed. They were crippled until their deaths. There were many people like this in the tribe.

Guo Qi squatted down and touched it repeatedly, "Is this the car we carried yesterday? How come there is no mud at all?" When he carried it back yesterday, he was covered in mud.

"Could it be that Xiaolang wiped it clean himself last night?" Li couldn't help but ask.

"Impossible! I still remember that I accidentally pinched this place and it became dented. But now there's nothing wrong with it." Sa Shi said, pointing to the front of the car.

Ji Lang, help! It's urgent! He forgot to put the bicycle inside, and it was just standing in the middle of the cave, refreshing.

How should he explain his golden finger to this group of people?

Qingjiu brought Xiaoman back from outside after peeing, and saw Ji Lang scratching his ears and cheeks, not knowing what to say.

"Okay, stop gathering around. This is what I told you about, Ji Lang's unique power that comes from the gift of the mountain god." Qing Jiu said to everyone.

Xiao Xiaoman also stepped forward to prove it, "That's right! Lang still has many things bestowed by the mountain god, so don't make a fuss."

His look of a little adult made Ji Lang couldn't help laughing.

The little guy still knows how to protect him.

The people here firmly believe in the existence of the mountain god. I had only heard Qing Jiu talk about Ji Lang’s magical qualities before, but today I saw him and realized that seeing is believing. It is so magical!!!

Ji Lang originally did not have much faith in mountain gods, but Qing Jiu, Sa Shi, and Guo Qi had powers far beyond that of ordinary people, and Xi Shi had unusually sharp senses and intuition, which greatly shook Ji Lang's originally unwavering materialism.

Moreover, the fact that he can travel through time is itself very non-materialistic.

I silently said to myself, if the golden finger is really your gift, I am really grateful. If not, thank you too. I can only borrow your name. I am sorry.

Everyone looked as if they understood everything, except Lin Heye, who had just joined the team. However, they also understood that there were some things that they should not explore on their own, and that they would know what they should know over time.

The meat porridge in the clay pot was ready, and several people sat down and started eating.

Ji Lang didn't expect that the pickled mustard tuber he made would be so popular. After just a few days, there were already not many left.

I could only drink the porridge dry, without any food to go with it.

"Ah... I forgot my pickles!" Jilang suddenly remembered the plastic bottle of pickled fern that he had placed in the woodshed.

Qing Jiu said, "What is it? Is it important?"

Ji Lang waved the hand holding the chopsticks casually, "It's not important, it's just a jar of pickles. I tried to pickle them myself, but I forgot to check and it turned out to be unsuccessful."

Lan, who was sitting on the side coaxing Chuan to drink porridge, frowned and thought for a while, then reached into the backpack and rummaged for a while, then took out a mineral water bottle, "Ji Lang, is this what you are talking about?"

Ji Lang turned his head.

???

!!!

"Yes!"

I didn't expect Lan to bring it with him.

Ji Lang took it, opened it and smelled it. It didn't have any strange smell, and the color looked normal purple and green, not yellow or black.

"Thank you so much, Lan, you actually got this for me." Ji Lang was really grateful to her. He didn't have to eat the pickled bracken in this bottle, but it proved that his way of pickling was correct.

Once you find a place to stay, you can pickle more without any worries.

Lan waved her hands a little embarrassedly, indicating that you're welcome.

Before leaving, Ji Lang didn't plan to take many things with her. She and Li thought those things looked good and it would be a shame to throw them away, so they checked every corner of the house, including the corridor and the woodshed. This bottle of stuff looked like wild vegetables to her, but not necessarily. It smelled a bit sour and salty, but it wasn't bad, so she put it in the backpack and carried it with her.

I planned to find an opportunity to ask Ji Lang, but unexpectedly Ji Lang suddenly remembered it himself.

Ji Lang carefully poured out a little and tasted it. It was salty and sour, crisp and refreshing, with a slight bitter taste, very appetizing.

After giving everyone a little, Ji Lang said, "Just taste it. There are bad things in this bottle. Don't eat too much pickled vegetables, or it will hurt your body. We can pickle them in clay pots later."

A group of people tried it, some liked it and some didn't.

Feng didn't like this bitter food very much. He liked to eat sweet things and meat. He asked, "Brother Lang, why do you want to make the wild vegetables like this? Can't we just pick them outside?"

Hearing this, Ji Lang stopped pouring out the bracken and answered him, "Because by cooking it this way, the vegetables can be preserved for a long time and can be eaten even in the cold season. The main reason is that if we keep eating dried vegetables in the cold season, no matter how delicious they are, we will get tired of them. With pickled vegetables, we can have more flavors."

Feng had experienced few cold seasons, and Xishi provided him with plenty of meat and other food, so he didn't have a deep understanding of this.

But Li and Lin, who had experienced many long winter seasons that seemed to have no end, were different. They looked at each other and saw in each other's eyes, "This is a good thing."

Li simply said, "Xiao Lang, can you teach us how to pickle this?"

Ji Lang smiled, "Don't worry, I will definitely teach you. We will pickle all kinds of wild vegetables at that time. And this is very simple, just process it and pickle it with salt."

Li thought about it and roughly understood that the tribe would also use salt to pickle bacon before the cold season. This way, the pickled meat can be stored for a long time without going bad, and it will even become more fragrant.

However, the salt the tribe exchanged each time was just enough, not abundant, so no one would think of using a large amount of salt to pickle wild vegetables. Moreover, even if they knew, they would not be willing to do so.

But Ji Lang was not like that. He seemed to have endless salt, and it was white and fine refined salt, completely different from the large yellowish salt in the tribe.

This is not just a gift from the mountain god, it's like the mountain god's preference.

However, Li didn't dare say this out loud and could only think about it secretly. Then he felt that he was criticizing the mountain god and apologized silently in his heart.

The mountain was very humid after the rain, and we had to wait until the sun came out for a while before we continued to pack up and set off.

Qing Jiu walked in front. Even though there were mountains all around him, he knew clearly where he was going.