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

The cultivated land was left to dry for some time, and then everyone was busy for more than half a month to plant all the crops that needed to be planted.

The weather has also warmed up completely.

I originally thought that after the crops were planted, I could focus on gathering and hunting, but unexpectedly, new troubles arose.

A large number of birds came uninvited, destroying the seeds in the ground that had not yet sprouted. They could not be driven away every day, and everyone in the tribe was very troubled.

I made more than a dozen scarecrows in total, but they didn't play any particularly big role.

However, Anan came up with an idea. He asked Xiaoman to take the two eagle cubs and the puppy and cat to patrol the mountain twice a day with the adults.

Although the eagle cub is still small, it is still a bit intimidating to those small-sized bird flocks.

Xiaoman was also happy to be able to go out and play, and he didn’t have to climb the mountain by himself. If he couldn’t walk anymore, someone would carry him on their backs. However, his skin, which had become a little whiter after the entire winter season, soon turned dark again.

I don’t know if it was because the eagle cubs were more ferocious than expected or because of complete blood suppression, but after a few days, the number of birds in the mountains was indeed smaller.

But the kitten was a little unhappy. With fewer birds, it had less fun.

It was another busy market day. Even the Mountain Sheep Tribe and Ah Heng who had gone to dig salt mines came back. They found a place to squat in the outer courtyard with the salt mines that had not been processed yet. Soon, people who needed salt came to them to exchange.

Ji Lang asked them to hand over a portion of the salt they dug out. He planned to keep the salt and supply it to people from other tribes who came to exchange it for salt. The materials obtained in the exchange would then be used for public purposes.

It seems that these people are really hardworking. They brought back three whole carts of salt ore. The bags they used were modified from tarpaulin and were very sturdy. Ji Lang did not change them and directly put the five bags of salt they handed in in the cellar.

He was looking at the cellar that was full of things, thinking about tidying it up and making some space for other things, when he heard a commotion outside. After a while, Feng poked his head out and called him, "Brother Lang, come quickly, they are fighting."

When Ji Lang heard this, he was anxious and wanted to go up quickly, but then he reacted and said, "Go find Qing Jiu and let him solve it." After all, those who could fight were most likely hunters. Even if he went up, he would have no way to deal with it and might even be injured by mistake.

After he came out of the cellar panting, he found that the bustling market seemed to have been paused. Everyone was looking at one place, where a person was lying with blood still flowing from his head. Fortunately, his body was still rising and falling.

"What's going on?" he walked over and asked.

Before Qing Jiu could speak, a big tree nearby came out and said, "Priest, I saw it, it's this person." He pointed at the person lying on the ground, "He wanted salt, but he took two rabbit skins. Ah Heng said that two rabbit skins could only be exchanged for a small jar of salt, and asked him to get a small jar..."

But this man didn't want to. He wanted to exchange more but had nothing else. There was still half a bag in Ah Heng's hand, so he reached out to grab it. Ah Heng definitely didn't want to.

Not to mention anything else, every person who went to dig salt had a lot of blisters and calluses on their hands. Sometimes it was not convenient to wear gloves when washing the salt, and the salt water stung their hands and it was very painful. More than a dozen people worked hard for two or three days to get one bag, and half of the bag was snatched away. Ah Heng felt sad just thinking about it.

So I have no strength in my hands.

This man came from the small tribe with him before, so he didn't want to make a mess. The two were in a stalemate. Anan, who had exchanged a wooden barrel from somewhere, came back and saw this scene. He thought someone was stealing salt, so he hit the person on the head with the wooden barrel.

The person who was hit was stunned for a moment and started to fight back, and the two men started fighting.