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

When the two little eagles were first caught, they resisted being put in cages. They bumped around and hurt themselves.

But these days, I don’t know if it’s because they’ve become familiar with the environment and feel it’s safe, or if Xiaoman has taken good care of them, but now they’re lying in cages padded with hay and blankets, their little bodies bulging in their sleep.

"Wow, has it eaten too much? Its belly is so round." A Qing squatted beside the cage and stretched out a finger to poke the eagle's feathers out of curiosity.

The little eagle, who was originally sleeping soundly, immediately opened his eyes with a sharp look, and it was hard to tell that he was still sleeping.

Anan quickly pulled Aqing's hand back. Even though they are still young, they would bleed if they were pecked.

Ji Lang, "With two little ducks in my belly, how can it not be round?"

Xiaoman scratched his head, feeling guilty and not daring to speak.

After the frozen land completely thawed, all kinds of flowers and plants began to grow wildly. On the table in Jilang's cave, there was a bunch of flowers that had been dried for a long time, inserted in a small ceramic jar, which looked quite unique and beautiful.

These were the fresh flowers that Qingjiu brought back to him last warm season. He couldn't bear to throw them away, so he made them into dried flowers and used them to decorate the cave.

Many people saw it when they came to find him.

So now that large areas of flowers have bloomed in the mountains, everyone has followed suit and picked a lot of beautiful flowers. Some are kept in cave dwellings, some are worn on the head as decorations, some are given to their loved ones, and some are even dug up directly by the roots and planted directly in discarded pottery pots.

Ji Lang was also stunned by what he saw. He wondered if there would be a florist in the tribe soon.

Sometimes he felt that his thinking was too rigid, thinking that these people had no pursuit of quality of life and were satisfied as long as they had enough food and drink. But gradually he discovered that these people's love for life was something that he, who was deeply addicted to electronic products, could not achieve.

They are willing to take risks for a fruit that tastes better than others, willing to go to great lengths to make the fur they wear look better, will grind the bones of their prey into various shapes they like, and pay special attention to colorful things.

They are not only concerned with the physical needs of eating, drinking, defecating and urinating, they are also doing their best to satisfy the needs of the spiritual world.

The color of the bouquet that Qingjiu brought back for him this time made Jilang feel a little embarrassed.

Most of them were yellow and orange, and just one glance at them reminded him of his "first time" with Qingjiu.

"Wow, these flowers are growing so well and the colors are so beautiful. Where did you pick them?" Ye came out of Uncle Lin's cave and saw Ji Lang who was taking care of the flowers.

Ninety-nine percent of them were picked from the "old place". Ji Lang was not stingy and told him the location. "It's a little far. You can ask Zhou and the others to pick some for you on their way back from hunting."

It is a low-lying area with mountain springs flowing out of caves, so there is no shortage of water. The seeds of flowers and plants will not be blown away during the windy season, but will all pile up under the mountain wall. When the warm season comes, it will be a sea of ​​yellow flowers.

"Qingjiu picked them for you." Ye squatted down. It looked like the flowers were carefully picked by the pickers. They were all strong and in full bloom or about to bloom. The colors were also deep and light. Just smelling and looking at them made people feel happy. "Ah Zhou has no sense at all. He always picks herbs or wild fruits. He never thought of bringing flowers to me." Ye rarely said so much. At this moment, there was a complaint in his tone, which really sounded like a couple having an unhappy relationship.

"He may be busy taking care of you and Uncle Lin, and sometimes he doesn't think about these things. You can talk to him about it." Ji Lang said with a smile, and suddenly thought of a word, straight man.

Ye was a little distressed. "I know he has worked hard to take care of us, so I wondered if it would be a bit inappropriate to ask him to bring me flowers. However, most of the flowers around the tribe have been picked by everyone, and I can't find any good-looking ones."

"It's okay. It's okay for partners to be honest with each other." He picked out a few flowers that were in good shape and handed them over. "Or you can take them back and put them on display. If he sees that you like them, he will naturally bring them to you."

This was given to Ji Lang by Qing Jiu. Ye was a little hesitant, but he really liked it, so he took it shamelessly.

It grows so well that it can last for more than ten days if kept in water.

Ye's physical condition does not allow him to become a hunter, and he has no way to go out hunting. But even if he stays in the tribe, he is busy every day. He helps with cooking, drying wild vegetables, tanning animal skins, making clothes, and firing pottery. He is busy every day.

It was getting dark when Ye came in from the outer yard holding a bundle of hay. Recently, there were more and more ducks and chickens brooding eggs, and all the space on the haystack in the cave where the chickens and ducks were raised had been occupied. Some eggs were laid directly on the ground, and people might accidentally step on them. He planned to weave some straw mats and build a wooden rack to make it easier for the chickens and ducks to lay and hatch eggs.

Ah Zhou came out of the cave and quickly took it over, "Why are you holding so many?"

"I'm too lazy to make two trips." Ye said, "Put it on the ground. I'll come after I drink some water."

When he entered the house, he saw at a glance that the ceramic pot where he originally put the flowers was now filled with many fresh flowers of other colors. Although they looked messy, long and short, big and small, he felt that these were the most beautiful flowers he had ever seen in his life.

His eyes felt slightly hot, and he turned to look outside. Ah Zhou had already sorted the hay and put it aside, then sat on a stone pier and began to weave it.

This person was like this before he and I were together. He did a lot more than he said.

I don't know when I picked it.

The land has been opened recently and everyone is busy spreading fertilizer on the ground. The soil is still a little too wet and is all mud. It will take some time to dry before planting.

During the second planting in the last warm season, there was a bumper pumpkin harvest and everyone collected a lot of pumpkin seeds. They picked the large and plump ones as seeds.

The reclaimed land was distributed to everyone in small pieces as it was last time. They could decide what to plant and take care of it themselves afterwards.

Even for Ah Heng and the "Mountain Goat" who went to the salt mountain to dig salt, Xi Shi and Ji Lang arranged some land for them, and asked everyone to help plant the land. The weeding and fertilizing would be left to them. It depends on whether they can find time to come back or assign a few people to do this.

Xiaotu's partner, A'li, is still in the tribe, so this piece of land will be given to her first, and she can decide what to plant.

So these few days A'li went to A'hua for advice. A'hua was a generous person and gave her a lot of the uneaten grains that she had grown before.