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

After a good sleep, Ji Lang felt rejuvenated and full of energy, but he was quickly slapped in the face by the first weed he dug.

The land here has not been taken care of for many years, and the soil on the surface has solidified together, and it is dry and hard. Not to mention that Ji Lang spent a long time digging up the soil and found that the roots of this wild grass were thicker than his fingers, and had dozens of branches, intricately intertwined together.

This greatly slowed down their speed in clearing the land. Even the strong Qingjiu and Guoqi were troubled by the weeds that grew one after another, not to mention the impatient Sashi, who did not believe in evil and used all his strength to pull out the weeds, but ended up breaking all of them. The broken grass roots were even harder to get out of the ground.

Fortunately, everyone was united in reclaiming the land together, except Uncle Lin, who had to force himself to help them reclaim the land after a long journey and whose health was getting worse.

Ji Lang quickly refused, "Uncle Lin, if you are not feeling well, just rest more and take good care of yourself."

Uncle Lin sighed, "It's because I'm useless. I've been holding you back all the way, and I can't help you when we get there."

"No, no, alas...that's not what I meant. How about this, Uncle Lin, can you help us look after the kids?" He quickly waved and called Wu, who was pulling weeds in the bushes with Xiaoman and Chuan, to come over.

Wu brought the two little ones over, and Ji Lang reminded them, "Stay next to Grandpa Lin, don't run too far, understand?"

Several little heads nodded quickly.

Ji Lang patted them one by one and said, "Be obedient, I will give you strawberry candy tonight."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Lang immediately harvested a few more woodpeckers.

After making the arrangements, Ji Lang continued to fight the weeds. Along the way, he observed himself and asked Qing Jiu. Uncle Lin's disease was not contagious. Ji Lang speculated that it was due to long-term overload of the body, which caused problems with the lungs.

If you take good care of it, it may not die.

This also gave Ji Lang a warning. He needed to remind these people who were using brute force while they were young that they should not get sick when they were old, as it would be too painful.

Ji Lang remembered that his grandfather had several patients who had lung problems and needed to use oxygen machines all year round. After they were removed from the oxygen machines, not only their faces but also their fingers and toes would turn purple and black in a short time, which looked very scary.

He was so absorbed in his thoughts that his hands didn't stop moving. When the small hoe in his hand was still a few centimeters away from his toes, a pair of big hands grabbed his arm and stopped him.

Ji Lang looked up at Qing Jiu who was holding him, "What's wrong?"

After tapping his little head, Qing Jiu said, "Why are you distracted while working? Do you want to use your toes?"

Ji Lang looked down and saw the location of the hoe, "Ah...I didn't notice it."

Taking the small hoe in his hand to dig the grass roots, Qing Jiu reached out to wipe the mud off Ji Lang's face, "What are you thinking about?"

"Thinking about Uncle Lin's illness, I always feel that it's because he worked too hard when he was young and damaged his lungs." Seeing Qing Jiu's confused look, Ji Lang hurriedly explained, "The lungs are the organs in our stomachs used for ventilation and air exchange, for breathing. You think when we eat and sleep, our breathing frequency is normal, but when you go out hunting, whether you are walking up or down the mountain or chasing prey, your breathing frequency is very fast. Going out hunting like this for many years puts a lot of pressure on the lungs. Look at the hoe in your hand, you made it when you and Xiaoman first arrived at the cabin, and it's not been long now, but it's already a little damaged. The same is true for the organs in our bodies. Problems will naturally arise if we use them too much."

In fact, Qingjiu didn’t understand some of the nouns, but that didn’t hinder his understanding.

The hunters in the tribe do suffer from major and minor illnesses as they get older.

Ji Lang knew that he had figured it out, so he continued, "So what I'm thinking is that we grow our own food, and when we have the chance in the future, we can slowly raise animals ourselves. Although this may be a little tiring at the beginning, with basic guarantees, you don't have to work so hard. But I... I don't want to see you suffer from illness when you're old, and I won't care about you then."

How could Qingjiu not understand what he was thinking? He was obviously afraid that he would get sick but still said he wouldn't care about him.

He gently held the person in his arms and kissed the top of his furry head. "Don't worry. In the past, there was no other way in the tribe. A hunting team member not only had to feed his own family, but also had to provide most of the prey to the tribe. Now, we don't have much pressure when we go out hunting, and we won't get too tired. When we do the breeding you mentioned, I will stay at home with you and won't go anywhere."

Sa Shiyi next to him looked at him with a playful smile on his face. Ji Lang pushed Qing Jiu away angrily and asked, "Who wants you to accompany me?"

Sashi and Xishi are now working together, with Sashi pulling out the dense wild vegetables in the front, and Xishi following behind, clearing the grass roots one by one.

Not to mention, this method is really a good idea for the impatient Sa Shi. She doesn't have to squat in one place for a long time, and she is very strong, so she can pull out a large piece quickly.

Gradually, not only Xishi followed her in digging, but almost everyone was digging the roots of the weeds she had pulled out.

The efficiency is much higher.

It took seven or eight people three days to clear the less than one acre of land.

Thinking about having to loosen up the soil again, Ji Lang missed the village tillage machine very much.

Fortunately, the soil had already been turned over once when we dug out the grass and tree roots for the first time, so the second time wouldn't be too troublesome.

Jilang, Lan and Li had not yet turned the soil. Jilang was teaching them how to cut potato sprouts.

"Aunt Li, Sister Lan, look, there are three sprouts on this potato. Let's cut it into three pieces, with a sprout on each piece. After cutting, dip the cut surface in plant ash to prevent it from being eaten by insects after planting."

They both understood and got the hang of it very quickly. In the beginning, Ji Langche was the fastest, but gradually he could not catch up with the other two.

Seeing how fast they were cutting, it wouldn't take long to finish cutting the basket of potatoes. Ji Lang simply stopped cutting with them and started to dip the cut surfaces of the potatoes in wood ash.

It has to be thicker. After three days of digging in the wasteland, Ji Lang felt that he had witnessed the diversity of insects in this world. There were so many insects in the soil, but the weeds could still grow so tall. Ji Lang had to admire this strong vitality.

Compared to Ji Lang's attitude of avoiding insects as much as possible, especially a kind of insects that are completely white, the size of an adult's fingernail, and soft, Ji Lang is afraid of this kind of soft insects. However, the boys like these insects very much. They string these insects into skewers, roast them when cooking, and eat them deliciously.

Xiaoman, who likes to share, generously gave Jilang two skewers. Jilang didn't dare to eat it and passed it to Qingjiu beside him. Qingjiu didn't think there was anything wrong with it. The children in the tribe didn't have the ability to hunt when they were young, and the adults in the family didn't bring back food every day. Basically, they dug up these insects in the tribe or in the land outside the tribe and roasted them to eat.

He ate two skewers of roasted insects in front of Ji Lang without any hesitation.

Then...Ji Lang didn't let him kiss him for two consecutive days.

Today is already the third day, Qing Jiu sighed. Even though he has brushed his teeth many times, Ji Lang still pushes him away with his hands and feet every time he gets close to him.

He was careless. At that time, he just thought Ji Lang was not used to the food, so he didn't think too much about it and ate it without wasting any food.

It’s okay now, I won’t kiss you anymore.

Licking his dry lips, Qing Jiu thought that he must kiss Ji Lang tonight. He really wanted to feel the kiss with Ji Lang.

Unfortunately, he still failed to succeed that night, but compared to Ji Lang who would get angry when he was kissed on the forehead in the past two days, at least he was kissed on the face tonight.

The dawn of victory is just around the corner.

Because of the land reclamation and tillage these days, I haven't gone out hunting, and I've been eating the food that Jilang has refreshed.

Early in the morning, Qing Jiu, Guo Qi and Xi Shi packed up some tools and weapons and went out to hunt some prey.

Sa Shi stayed behind to look after the rest of the people.

Liefeng did not go out with them this time. He was having fun on the land opened by Jilang and the others.

It ran around, raising dust behind it, and its originally black fur was turning white.

Ji Lang,...from today on, if I can let you squeeze into the tent at night, my last name will no longer be Ji. There's no point in pretending to be pitiful.

The weather has been getting hotter recently. Jilang, Qingjiu and Xiaoman are sleeping in a crowded and hot tent. Liefeng still insists on squeezing in every day and nestling at Xiaoman's feet. He has been hit several times by the cat cub who comes back in the middle of the night, but he still insists on squeezing in as usual.

Although he is always disliked by Jilang and Qingjiu, Xiaoman likes this lively little friend very much.

Every time Ji Lang wanted to chase Feng out, it would lie on the ground pitifully, looking up with its big black eyes, and Ji Lang would feel soft-hearted.

But starting today I won’t do that anymore!

Liefeng didn't realize that his mischief had cost him the right to sleep in the tent at night, and he continued to roll around in the dirt like a mud monkey.

The group of people who stayed behind were not idle either. Ji Lang led them to start planting potatoes.

Sa Shi and Ye were digging the holes in front, and he followed behind and put the cut potato sprouts in. He put one well-grown sprout in each hole, and two not-so-well sprouts in one hole. Lan and Li followed behind and filled the holes with soil according to Jilang's requirements.

Originally, Ji Lang was worried that the two people in front of him had dug their pits in a mess, but he found that although Sa Shi's pits were not very neat, at least they were in a straight line. Ye, who was following behind Sa Shi, seemed to have a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder, and he would always straighten the pits that were a little crooked by Sa Shi.

Ji Lang followed behind, laughing in his heart as he planted the seeds.

It is easier to manage when the crops are neat, and it also saves a lot of effort when harvesting.

After the potato seeds were buried, Ji Lang scattered the ashes from the past few days' burning on the ground little by little. They had only arrived here a few days ago, and there was not much "artificial fertilizer" at the moment, so they could only use wood ash instead.

Although it took a lot of effort and time to clear the land, planting potatoes was much easier. In less than a morning, several baskets of cut potato sprouts were planted.

Jilang didn't ask anyone else for help with the peppers. He remembered that when he was a child in the countryside, his grandmother would plant the seedlings before planting peppers every year. She would first grow the peppers in small pots until they were the size of a palm, and then transplant them into the ground.

It was normal that Qingjiu and the others did not come back at noon. When they arrived at a new place, they had no idea of ​​the number and movement patterns of prey nearby, so they would definitely spend more time outside to familiarize themselves with the environment.

After taking a nap, Ji Lang felt well enough again and decided to plant the pepper seedlings in the field first. He wanted to finish the job as soon as possible so that he wouldn't have to worry about it.

Pour out the pepper seeds that have been soaked for the whole morning and use toilet paper to absorb the moisture on them.

Although he doesn't know the principle behind this, Jilang saw his grandmother do it this way when he was a child. The peppers grown were not only big and tasty, but also had a high yield.

Jilang quickly planted a handful of pepper seeds in the soil. Before the pepper seedlings grew out, they had to be protected by plastic film, but there was no plastic film here. He could only tear open the transparent plastic bags he had picked out these days, lay them out in small pieces, and press soil all around. It depended on luck whether they could germinate and bear fruit.

Not long after Jilang finished planting the peppers, Qingjiu and the others came back with two wild rabbits and two pheasants. Xishi carried a large bag of wild fruits and held a basket full of bamboo shoots and mushrooms.

Guo Qi came back later and held a goat. It was not very big and was still alive, except for its hind legs which were injured. Guo Qi tied up its limbs with ropes.

The sheep was not killed. Ji Lang even applied some medicine to its legs and tied it around its neck with a rope to a tree next to the camp.