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

I hurried to check it out, and happily asked Xishi as I walked, "What about the bad news?"

Xishi was a little confused and distressed. "Some of the potato leaves have started to turn yellow, and a few are dry. We haven't watered them for more than ten days." Why did it suddenly fail? This plant is really fragile, but it's really delicious.

Ji Lang was a little worried when he first heard this. He was still wondering how this could happen. Suddenly, he thought of a possibility, calculated the time, and pounded his hands, "No, it's not dry, the potatoes are grown, it's time to dig them!"

Xi Shi, "So fast?!" The bad news turned into good news, and he was also shocked. He just felt that the potato leaves had little vitality, but he didn't expect that it was because they were ripe.

"Not fast, not fast. This is basically the time it takes for potatoes." He remembered that the potatoes grown by his grandparents could be dug up in three months at the fastest. After calculating the time, it has been almost four months for them. They must be dry by then.

Ji Lang walked towards the pepper field while looking at the potatoes around him. Most of them were still green, with leaves that were a little dark green. Occasionally, one or two leaves would turn yellow. The potatoes in the soil were pushing up the ground and there were even cracks. It was obvious that there would be a good harvest.

It's really delightful.

There aren't many fruits hanging on the peppers. Ji Lang looked around and found that the largest one was almost as big as his palm. The seeds he bought were string peppers, which were not too spicy and were very fragrant when cooked in cooking.

It can still grow for another month or so, and then you can dry some peppers to make chili oil.

The peppers he picked himself were, firstly, only a few in total, just enough for daily consumption; secondly, he had tried it before, but the green peppers remained green after being dried and could not be turned into red peppers.

"They are out today, so we can't make it in time. Let's come over early tomorrow morning to dig potatoes." Ji Lang said, and found a nest of potatoes with yellow leaves. He pulled the leaves and stems together and said, "Oh, I can't pull them up. It looks like there are some big ones."

Ji Lang cut the stem with a hoe and threw it aside. After looking at it for a while, he was a little confused about where he should dig with the first hoe. Although he had seen his grandparents digging potatoes many times, the problem was that he was the one picking potatoes with a basket behind them and had never dug by himself.

After walking around twice, I couldn't see any clues, so I just went straight in with a hoe.

The crisp snapping sound reminded Ji Lang and Xi Shi who was standing next to him that this was a big guy, oh, a big guy that was split in half by a hoe.

A bunch of potatoes were dug out, three big and two small. The biggest one was twice bigger than Jilang's fist, but unfortunately it was broken into two halves. The two small ones were about the size of apples.

Not to mention Xishi, even Jilang rarely saw the potatoes planted in his fields grow so big.

The two dug another nest. This one was not as big as the previous one, but there were two more of them. Unfortunately, the largest one was drilled by some insect and half of it turned black.

The two people who had gone to water the fields came back quickly. Sa Shi and Ye, who were sitting in the yard chopping wood, and Li and Lan, who were busy with needlework, were all quite surprised.

He was even more surprised when he saw the dozen potatoes in the bucket that Jiro was carrying to water the plants.

"These...these potatoes can be dug already?" Ye spoke first, a little incredulous, feeling that it wouldn't be long before the potatoes were planted.

"Yes, so many were dug out in just two nests. Xiao Lang said that we should all go out together tomorrow to dig up all the potatoes in the field." Xi Shi said to everyone while pouring out the potatoes from the bucket.

Xiaoman didn't care whether it was dirty or not, and reached out to pick up the smallest one, which was about the size of a ping-pong ball. "How cute."

Ji Lang went into the kitchen and got out a basin of water. The others quickly washed a dozen potatoes. The skin was slightly yellow, and it looked very fresh.

"Okay, let's eat this for lunch!" After hearing Ji Lang's words, the people around him also became excited, wondering if the new potatoes would taste better.

Li, on the other hand, was a little worried, "Xiao Lang, if we pick the potatoes back now, will they sprout again?" After all, although the weather had turned cooler, it was still hot. On the migration route, she had witnessed with her own eyes the potatoes she carried in the basket on her back sprouting day by day. Many of them were thrown away by Ji Lang, who said that the sprouted potatoes were poisonous and could not be eaten.

"It's okay. New potatoes have a dormant period of several months and won't grow new sprouts immediately. Besides, we put these potatoes in the kiln where the temperature is low, so they won't sprout easily." Ji Lang explained to everyone.

Everyone gathered in a circle and studied the new potatoes as if they were a new toy, with curiosity and reverence.

Sometimes Ji Lang felt that this group of people were really pure, like newborn babies, full of curiosity for everything they didn't understand, and their ability to accept was much stronger than Ji Lang, who was trapped by inherent thinking.

Of course, no matter how pious one is, no one would skip the spicy and sour shredded potatoes at noon.

Even felt like I hadn’t eaten enough.

New potatoes are high in moisture and starch, so the fried potato shreds are crisper than usual.

There was a bowl of shredded potatoes and a bowl of potatoes stewed with dried meat. Everyone ate half a bowl of rice more than usual.

Ever since Li made the pottery jars, Ji Lang had two large jars specially used to store rice and flour. He refreshed them a little every day, and now there are half a jar full. Occasionally, he can indulge in a meal of delicious rice.

Unfortunately, the germ of the rice we bought was removed along with the husk during the hulling process, so it cannot be used as a seed. We can only slowly find a new staple food in this world.

Ji Lang knew that during the cold season they would grind the beans into powder or cook them directly as a staple food, but he didn't know what they would taste like as the noodles were not ripe yet.

They are used to eating meat all the time, but Jilang really can't stand it. He will feel sick of it after eating too much, and still prefers rice and noodles.

Qingjiu and Guoqi went out today to pick some fruits and wild vegetables. Recently they were watching a group of wild goats. Ji Lang had always wanted to engage in breeding, and after explaining the benefits of breeding to Qingjiu, Qingjiu, who had always indulged him, felt that this was a feasible solution.

So these few days, Guo Qi and I have been guarding this herd of wild goats, hoping to catch a few alive and take them home to raise.

Considering that keeping the snakes in the inner yard would indeed smell and be noisy, Ji Lang took advantage of the fact that he had nothing to do in the past two days, and together with a few people from his family who came to help, he dug another small cave on the east wall of the outer yard. However, this cave did not need to be laid with bricks on the ground, but a layer of hay was directly placed inside. Most importantly, the door had to be made sturdy. If the snakes were kept for a long time and were accidentally stolen or bitten to death by some wild animals, it would be a waste of time and effort.

There are two troughs fixed on the two walls of the cave, one for feeding and the other for water. Even if the wild goats are relatively docile, there will definitely be many problems in the beginning of breeding. Ji Lang does not expect them to be as docile as the goats he saw in the village when he was a child. As long as the shepherd drives them with a whip, they will go to eat grass by themselves, and go home by themselves when the time comes. If the goats here are caught and released, they will definitely run away immediately.

The next morning after breakfast, a large group of people set out, carrying hoes and baskets on their backs. Guo Qi and Qing Jiu each pulled a cart, and several children sat on them with excitement. It was a rare activity where everyone participated.

When they got to the field, everyone had a clear division of labor. Jilang and Xishi were in the front, cutting the potato vines with sickles and throwing them all over the place, making it easier for Qingjiu and Guoqi to dig behind them. The two were a little unfamiliar at the beginning and damaged several potatoes, but slowly they found the trick. With one hoe, they could easily turn out a bunch of potatoes. The others followed behind and picked up the potatoes into bamboo baskets. When the baskets were full, they carried them to the side and dumped them into the cart.

Uncle Lin followed behind and dug and picked up carefully with a few boys to see if there were any small things that were missed or not seen. In a short while, they had picked up half of the backpack.

Jilang and Xishi quickly finished cutting the potato vines and were not idle either, as they transported two full carts of potatoes back.

Considering that the road back was not flat, with both ups and downs, Ji Lang did not dare to let them fill up the cart.

They were busy all morning, pulling the bags back and forth four or five times. Then Qingjiu and Guoqi, who had already finished digging the field, took over and pulled the bags a few more times. Finally, all the potatoes in the field were cleaned up.

Ji Lang used a handcart to pull the potatoes that were brought back into an empty cave on the east side of the inner courtyard and placed them there. When all the potatoes were poured onto the ground, most of the cave was covered with potatoes, forming a large pile of potatoes.

Although it was hot and tiring, everyone's faces were filled with joy of achievement. This sense of accomplishment cannot be expressed in simple words.

Looking at the small hill made up of potatoes of all sizes, everyone finally felt the true meaning of planting. It took one day to plant and half a day to harvest. In between, Jilang and Xishi would check on the crops and water them from time to time. It didn't actually take too much time and energy, but the harvest far exceeded everyone's expectations. Even if there were so many potatoes in their world, they would not be able to get such a harvest by just going out to collect them.

The plants outside don't grow together in a concentrated area. They are scattered everywhere, so it is very troublesome to collect them. Moreover, it takes effort to carry them back from far places. Overall, it is time-consuming and laborious.

I don’t know if it was because the cave was really cool and comfortable, or if he was too tired after doing physical work for most of the day, but when Ji Lang woke up, he looked at his watch and it was already past three o’clock.

Xiaoman, who was sleeping next to him, had already gotten up and gone out. He even folded his own blanket neatly and placed it under his feet.

The wind blew outside, causing the door curtain that Ji Lang hung on the door to fly up and down. The light also came in and out rhythmically with the ups and downs of the door curtain. Ji Lang stared blankly at the dust floating in the air, which could only be seen when the light shone in. It was drifting aimlessly and without a track. It was quiet outside, so quiet that Ji Lang felt lonely and at a loss.

Just as he was daydreaming, the light in front of him was completely blocked by a tall body. "Awake?" A rough hand slid down Ji Lang's neck to his cheek. The thick calluses on the palm of his hand scratched his skin and caused a slight sting. The freshly washed hands still smelled of soap. Ji Lang could not help but bury his whole face in his hands, and responded in a low voice, sniffing greedily, as if this was the only way to confirm his real existence.

"Did you have a nightmare?" Qing Jiu asked puzzledly. Why did this man look weird after waking up from a sleep?

He simply picked him up and sat on the edge of the kang, hugging Ji Lang's waist.

Ji Lang buried his head in the warm chest, his cheek pressed against the other's strong chest muscles, and said in a muffled voice, "I didn't have a nightmare, but I just felt so quiet after waking up, and a little dazed."

Although he was a big guy who seemed to have only brute strength, he was able to notice Ji Lang's emotions. "Do you feel that unreality again? Don't worry, I'm always here."

In fact, Qing Jiu knew that although Ji Lang seemed enthusiastic and sincere and easy to get along with, he was actually a little arrogant and slow to warm up. He had a poor sense of integration. Even after living together for so long, there was often a gap between them. Qing Jiu didn't understand cultural differences or time sedimentation. He only had a passion and love. He didn't understand Ji Lang's loneliness, but was willing to understand him, to accompany him, and to try his best to make the other party truly regard him as a member of this world, rather than a passerby or a bystander.

After he said this, Ji Lang suddenly felt that he was being a bit pretentious.

I couldn't help but smile, raised my head and put it close to Qingjiu's mouth for a kiss.

What else could he be dissatisfied with? Looking back, it was his current life that had a sense of reality, and everything in the past seemed like a bizarre dream.