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

It was already getting dark, and everyone gathered together to enjoy the barbecue.

Ever since Uncle Lin brought Ye to join the team, the taste of their food has improved by more than one degree.

Ye really has an innate talent for cooking and is very sensitive to various flavors.

Even when Ji Lang took out a seasoning that didn't exist in this world, Ye knew how to use it after smelling and tasting it himself, and knew when to add it and how much to add to make a dish taste better. He explained it very clearly.

Moreover, the meat roasted by Jing Ye is more flavorful, tender and juicy, and even the soup stewed by him tastes better than that stewed by others.

Ji Lang really admires him.

During the day, he went to the nearby mountain and looked in the farther direction, and he realized that it was no wonder that there was water on the top of the mountain. This was the top of the mountain for them, but in the distance there were only high peaks whose tops could not be seen.

Well, this is just a small mound at best.

It was getting dark, but it was still early for bed, so Jilang sat by the fire and sawed wood.

To make a bucket, he had to saw off more wooden boards and make some thinner wires to tighten the boards. This was quite difficult, so he needed a lot of gum sap to fill the gaps between the boards to prevent water leakage.

Qing Jiu was sitting nearby and noticed that there were many mosquitoes surrounding Ji Lang, who was concentrating on sitting on the wooden board, so he threw two wormwood plants into the fire.

When burning, Artemisia annua has a special smell that can repel mosquitoes and insects.

The hollow grass that Qingjiu brought back in the afternoon looked a bit like bamboo, with sections. He took an empty bottle, broke off a section, and poured the gum sap inside into the bottle.

Ji Lang was also happy to have his help, as this saved him the trouble of going to Aunt Li to learn.

In this way, before the two of them went to bed, Ji Lang had collected enough planks to make a wooden barrel, and Qing Jiu had also collected two full bottles of gum sap.

In the tent, Xiaoman had fallen asleep long ago, and Liefeng was lying outside the tent, snoring in his sleep.

A few days ago, when Ji Lang refused to let him sleep in the tent, Liefeng made a fuss for a while and even had the courage to bite two small holes in the tent.

Then, not surprisingly, Qing Jiu spanked him with his straw sandals.

Only then did he obediently accept "fate's arrangement" and slept outside the tent every day feeling aggrieved.

Although Xiaoman often feels soft-hearted when Ji Lang looks at him, she also knows the reason why Ji Lang doesn't let Liefeng sleep in the tent.

Ji Lang's original words were, "Xiao Man, think about it. Liefeng burrows in the soil and grass every day. Not only is there mud on his body, but there may also be bugs. He sleeps in the tent, leaning against you. If a bug falls off his body, you will be the first one to bite."

Xiaoman thinks it makes sense!

Every day I kept a close eye on Liefeng and didn't let it step into the tent.

After Qing Jiu lay down, he looked at Ji Lang, who was not sure whether he was asleep or not. His back was facing away from him. His white neck looked even whiter and more mysterious against the black clothes and the night sky. For some reason, Qing Jiu moved closer to take a closer look.

But the moment he got closer, he smelled a faint scent of blood and reached out to turn on the flashlight beside his pillow.

Ji Lang, who was about to fall asleep, felt a bright light in front of his eyes. He wanted to open his eyes but was blinded by the bright light. He was about to ask what was wrong.

But he felt a pair of large hands grabbing his hands, which scared him so much that he woke up immediately.

This guy must have been unable to hold back and wanted to do it to him in the tent, with the child still there! Besides, the tent was not soundproof.

"What happened?" A familiar and deep voice sounded in my ears.

Ji Lang looked at Qing Jiu in confusion, then followed his gaze and saw several bloodstains on his hands.

"Oh, you're talking about this? It's okay, it's just been sharpened and the skin is a little broken." I didn't pay attention when I was sawing the wood, and I wasn't very skilled at it at the beginning, so I accidentally scratched my hands a few times.

Although the homemade simple wood saw is not very useful when sawing trees, it can easily cut your hand.

Qing Jiu's expression became even uglier. He was sitting next to this man and didn't even notice him.

In fact, it was very dark, Qingjiu was busy with his work, and Ji Lang didn't say anything, so sometimes he didn't even notice that he was injured.

Qing Jiu was a little angry. He was angry at himself. He was so useless and made Ji Lang worry about so many things.

Ji Lang could guess why he was unhappy, and gently patted Qing Jiu's cheek, "Don't think too much, we are all making life as tiring as possible. I am also a man, and I don't want to be a flower you raise in a cave. Just like you, you can't bear to see me get hurt, and I can't bear to see you running around outside for a bite of food and a bite of water without caring about your safety. When I make the buckets, we can carry a lot of water back at once, which can save a lot of effort and time."

Qing Jiu buried his head in Ji Lang's shoulder, hummed, paused and said, "Then you should also be careful and don't get hurt."

"Okay, got it. Let's go to sleep." She pulled the quilt tightly, found a comfortable position in Qingjiu's arms, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Xiaoman saw all of this and said: It’s so strange, Lang still needs Qing to hold him when he sleeps, but now the little boy doesn’t even need to be held when he sleeps.

Ji Lang, who was thinking about hooping wooden barrels, got up at dawn.

There were faint rustling sounds outside. It should be Aunt Ye or Aunt Li cooking.

The wound on my hand was squeezed when I slept all night. Now when I opened my palm, I felt a stinging pain as if the glued part was stretched apart.

A careless stretch made Ji Lang grimace.

Fuck fuck fuck...

Afraid of disturbing Xiaoman who was still sleeping next to him, Ji Lang held back the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

The aroma of broth was already filling the air outside the tent. Ji Lang sometimes couldn't help but sigh that these people were so hardworking. Everyone could find something to do, including the little Wu and the half-grown Feng. Every day, they either studied with Uncle Lin or followed Li and Ye to collect things.

They are even busier than Ji Lang. Every time Ji Lang wants to lie down for a while, he can't lie down and sleep peacefully when he sees their busy figures.

Qing Jiu was sitting on a wooden block next to the tent, sharpening the blade with a stone. When he saw Ji Lang coming out, he put down the knife and whetstone in his hand and motioned Ji Lang to come over.

"What are you doing?" Ji Lang came over and squatted on the wooden block.

Their legs touched each other. Ji Lang had just come out of bed, so his legs were still a little warm, but Qing Jiu didn't know how long he had been sitting here, and his legs were already feeling a little cold.

It was quite comfortable, Ji Lang rubbed his legs again.

Qing Jiu held down his rebellious long legs, held Ji Lang's hand, carefully applied medicine to Ji Lang, and wrapped it with gauze several times.

This guy is quite restless. He even forgot where he put the medicine in the tent.

The bandage is a bit ugly.

Li and Lan had a good harvest yesterday. They picked two full baskets of mushrooms, as well as a kind of wild vegetable that Ji Lang didn't recognize, called Kuancai. It was a long, flat vegetable with wide and thick leaves. It could be eaten raw and tasted very juicy, crispy and sweet. Ji Lang liked it very much.

The potatoes in the broth are cooked soft and tasty, and paired with the sour and sweet cold wide vegetables, it is very appetizing. After this breakfast, I have a good appetite for the whole day.

Even Uncle Lin, who usually felt that he was useless and would only eat until half full, took two more chopsticks of starter vegetables for this meal.

"Ye, you are really good at cooking. It's the same food, but it tastes better in your hands." Ji Lang praised while eating, and others nodded in agreement.

Ye was a little embarrassed and waved his hands, "No, it's because the seasonings you brought, Jilang, are so good. They have all kinds of delicate flavors, especially the vinegar. It tastes as sour as bad food, but it's not smelly. It smells really good when you add some when mixing vegetables. I don't know how it is made." People who like to cook have a common problem, that is, when they eat food they have never eaten before, especially delicious food, they can't help but want to study the cooking method.

"I remember that vinegar is fermented from grains or fruits like grapes, but there is no grain or grapes here." Although I don't know how to ferment it, if I have these things, I can study it. If not, I can only find an opportunity later to try to see if sour wild fruits can be fermented into vinegar.

Feng held the bowl in his hand and slurped the soup with a longing look on his face. "It seems that there are many good things in Brother Lang's former tribe. I really want to go there. Brother Lang, can you tell us about it?"

Ji Lang thought, I can’t go, but I can still talk about it.

"Where I come from, there are no longer tribes. Instead, it is divided into countries, and each country has its own territory, which cannot be entered casually. Most people have no worries about food and drink, and they don't have to go out hunting. They get paid through their own labor, and then use the pay to exchange for everything they want. Everyone can eat and dress warmly. To travel, there are not only cars but also planes. People sit in the car. The car drives very fast, and the plane is even faster, and it flies in the sky. It may take us so many days to walk from our previous place to here, but it takes less than an hour to fly." After spending such a long time together, Ji Lang still explained the concept of hours to them. Everyone even has a sports watch on their wrist now.

Several little ones uttered "Wow" one after another.

Ji Lang looked at these little kids and continued, "Children have to go to a place called school, where they learn to write and count, and meet many friends. When we settle down, I will also teach you how to write and count, so that we will have more ways to communicate, and counting will be much easier."

In fact, the younger ones didn't quite understand what Ji Lang meant by writing and arithmetic, but that didn't stop them from being excited.

"Then can I learn to make tools?" Feng asked, but then felt that it was not a good idea to say that. After all, skills are usually only passed on to people with blood ties. The pottery-making skills in the tribe and the medicine-making skills of the Yaoshi tribe are not passed on to outsiders.

I quickly added, "I just think what you made is very interesting, but I don't have to..."

"Okay." Before he could finish speaking, Ji Lang had already agreed.

"Really?" Feng jumped up and almost spilled the little soup left in the bowl.

"Really, really, eat well first." Even if Feng didn't mention this, Ji Lang would slowly teach them everything he knew.

Just consider it as a gift to the world for accepting him and giving him a lover and a family.

He is not stingy with the knowledge in his head and is willing to use it to make their lives better and better.

They have been digging these days and they don’t have much meat left. Even the sheep they originally planned to raise has been eaten.

It’s not that the food is so scarce, it’s mainly because that guy is too annoying. He keeps bleating in the middle of the night when the kitten is not around.

The noisy creature couldn't sleep at all, so it was simply not allowed to see the sun the next day. The kiln digging work was stopped for a long time, and some went out hunting and some went out to fetch water.

Jilong continued his career of barrel hooping.

There are all kinds of nails in his toolbox, and he has added some more in the past few days.

The barrel was clamped with spokes that he had removed from a bicycle, woven together. Fortunately, they were not very hard, and with the help of his hands and feet and pliers, he was able to barely make a cylinder out of it.

Then nail the prepared wooden board to a section of the cylinder as the bottom of the barrel, and squeeze some gum sap into the gaps.

Just wait for the gum tree sap to dry up and then test it to see if it is leaking.

Feng, who was watching from the side, was even more anxious than Ji Lang, "When will it be ready? When can it be used? Brother Lang."