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

Lan is very smart. Ji Lang never remembered to mention this matter. She thought of it when she first saw the bamboo curtain on the door of Ji Lang's original cottage.

We have made several more types. The ones for the warm season were thin and light, and now we have changed to thicker ones.

After dinner, Xiaoman and Wu played with stones on the table in the house. It was windy outside, so they didn't go out.

The weather has gotten cold, and the blankets need to be washed and put away. Ji Lang went to look for laundry detergent in the backpack. There were a lot of things in the backpack, and while rummaging through it, he didn't know what fell to the ground. Ji Lang picked it up and took a look.

It's his goggles.

Thinking that it is the windy season and Qingjiu, Guoqi and the others still have to go out hunting, with such strong winds, having wind goggles would save a lot of trouble.

It was like someone handed him a pillow just when he was feeling sleepy. If this thing hadn't fallen out, it would have taken him a long time to remember.

I cut a little bit of the edge of the fixing tape and put it back in the bag and wait for refreshing tomorrow.

Qing Jiu carried the peppers picked by Ji Lang into the house, planning to tie them into a string and hang them up before taking a nap. There were already several strings hanging at the kitchen door, all made by Ji Lang. Although Ji Lang didn't say anything every time he finished tying them, Qing Jiu could see that his hands would feel uncomfortable because of the spiciness, so he planned to learn from him this time, and he would be the one to string the peppers picked from the fields.

Ji Lang waved his hand, "Qing Jiu, come here!"

Qing Jiu put the basket on the edge of the doorstep, walked over and skillfully put his arms around him. Anyway, they were behind the cabinet, and the two kids couldn't see them.

She held Jilang in her arms and sniffed him, then kept rubbing against him as if she was acting like a spoiled child.

Ji Lang pushed his head away speechlessly and said, "Let me show you something."

Qing Jiu came back like a naughty puppy, rubbing his hands back and forth on the thin waist. His focus was completely different from Ji Lang's. "What is that?"

Ji Lang had no choice but to raise his hand to help him put on the goggles. "This thing is windproof."

Qing Jiu's attention finally shifted away from Ji Lang. He raised his hand and touched the thing on his face, took it off and looked at it repeatedly, then put it back on. It was a little dark behind the cabinet, so Qing walked out, wanting to try if he could see clearly with the mask on his eyes.

Xiaoman was squatting on the ground picking up stones when she saw Qingjiu coming out wearing goggles.

"Wow, Qing is so handsome! He looks like the messenger of the mountain god."

I learned the word "handsome" from Jilang.

Wu next to him was also looking at him with curiosity.

Qing Jiu wore it and looked around twice, and it was very clear.

Turning his head to look at Ji Lang who was smiling behind him, he said, "This thing is good. It can protect my eyes and help me see things clearly."

Ji Lang replied, "This is a windshield goggles, do you like it?"

Before Qingjiu could say anything, Xiaoman, who was squatting, suddenly stood up and ran over to hug Jilang's legs, "I like it!"

Phew, this kid, Ji Lang thought about the difficulty of modifying the goggles...it's not something he can handle.

"Then Xiaoman, you must eat well and grow up quickly. When you grow up, I will give it to you." He glanced at Wu who was looking at him eagerly, "The same goes for Wu!"

"Great!" The two children continued to play happily, not thinking that it would take many years for them to grow up.

Looking at the two small groups squatting on the ground.

Although the children have gained some weight these days, they are still thin.

I have to find something else to make up for it.

When thinking of nutritious food, the first thing that came to Jilang’s mind was eggs.

"Qing, have you ever seen eggs when you went hunting?"

Qing was a little confused, "What is an egg?"

"It's the chicks that birds lay. They're round and usually very light in color, mostly white." Ji Lang gestured as he spoke. "You brought them back when we were in the cabin before. Have you forgotten?"

"Oh, you mean that one? I've seen it many times, but it's very small, can't resist hunger, and spoils easily, so I've never brought it back."

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Such a good thing is said to be not filling enough to satisfy hunger. Ji Lang is almost going crazy over the egg custard.

"Then when you go out hunting next time, bring me some if you see them. I will make delicious food for you then."

"Okay." Qing Jiu agreed.

The two children played for a while. Xiaoman, for once, did not stick to Jilang. She went to take a nap in the cave in Xishi nearby with Wu.

Ji Lang tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. Listening to the sound of the wind outside, he truly felt the howling wind in August. It was so loud that he could even hear the echo of the wind in the valley.

Seeing that Ji Lang hadn't fallen asleep yet, Qing reached out and held him in his arms. It was hot some time ago and Qing's body temperature was high. Even if he just put his arm on Ji Lang, he felt like there was a stove on his body. The temperature has dropped in the past two days and it's not so hot. Ji Lang likes his embrace more and even turns around to hug him.

Ji Lang, who couldn't sleep, wanted to talk to Qing, "I've always wanted to ask you something. Isn't Xiaoman's father the son of the leader? Why is Xiaoman so thin? Xiaoman was obviously born more than one reincarnation earlier than Chuan. I saw them playing together the other day. Xiaoman was only a little taller than Chuan, and not as strong as Chuan."

After Qing heard his questions, he lowered his voice and told Ji Lang what had happened before.

Xiaoman's mother, Ya, changed her partner not long after giving birth to Xiaoman. At that time, Xiaoman was still very young and needed to drink her mother's milk. Ying promised Ya to send enough meat to Ya every month so that Ya could take care of the child.

Ya agreed at first, but within two months, he asked Eagle to send more meat. Eagle refused because he had to use the meat he got from hunting to feed his own Am. Although the chief was Eagle's father, Eagle had lived with Am since he was a child, and the chief had never cared about them.

The meat distributed to the hunting team was actually only enough for one person, so Eagle would divide it into two portions every time, one for Am and one for Ya. He would secretly go out at night to pick wild vegetables to eat. Ya asked for more meat, not because Eagle was unwilling to give it, but because he really didn't have any more. He couldn't starve alone and asked Am to starve with him.

As expected, when Ya heard that the eagle could not give more meat, he came over with Xiaoman in his arms, threw Xiaoman, who was still wrapped in animal skin, at the entrance of the cave and left.

There was no other way, Ying could only risk going out at night to find noodles to feed Xiaoman. There were few noodles near the Taoli tribe, and there were many people watching, so it was not easy to find them.

Therefore, Xiaoman has been hungry since he was a child, and naturally he is weaker than other children.

Ji Lang felt very uncomfortable after hearing this. He felt sorry for Xiaoman and blamed Ya. He even thought about his own family. It turned out that no matter what kind of civilization an era has, there will always be people who don't love their children.

But it doesn’t matter, he will make sure Xiaoman has enough food and drink every day and give him enough love.

To be honest, he didn't know how to eat noodles, so he decided to ask all at once.

Qing's deep voice carried some unspeakable sexiness when he was sleepy, "After the noodle fruit dries, the skin is very crispy and will crack if you hit it lightly. The noodles inside can be taken out directly and cooked. The noodle juice will dry into powder and stick to the noodle fruit skin. Use a knife to scrape off the noodle fruit powder, add a little water to dissolve it, it is delicious and can fill your stomach. When Brother Guo and I were young, Am gave birth early and didn't have much milk. At that time, there were not so many people in the tribe, and noodle fruit was easy to find. We both grew up eating noodle fruit powder. The old people in the tribe said that children who grow up eating noodle fruit powder will be stronger than those who eat breast milk. Brother Guo and I are indeed much stronger than others." Obviously, what Qing said was very serious, but Ji Lang, who had no concentration, felt his face flushed and confused as he listened to Qing Jiu's voice, and he started to think about random things.

As if feeling the movement of the person in his arms, Qing Jiu exerted force with his arms, picked up Ji Lang, and let him lie on top of him.

No matter how many times, Ji Lang still likes this posture.

The broad chest, warm and reliable, always makes Jilang feel that his wandering heart has found a place to settle down.

As they had other things to do in the afternoon, the two did not dare to make too much noise. They just helped each other with their hands and ended it in a hurry.

Ji Lang was still sleeping soundly. Qing Jiu pulled out his arm which was numb from being used as a pillow and quietly left the room.

He himself didn't have the habit of taking naps, and most of the time he was just coaxing Ji Lang to sleep and keeping him company.

The yard is never clean during the windy season. There are always leaves, branches and other things blown in. The yard, which is usually bustling, is now quiet. Some of my sons have gone to take a nap, while others are working in the house and have not come out.

Qing Jiu took a broom and swept the leaves in the yard into the woodshed. In the corner near the door of the woodshed, Ji Lang had built a two-layer wooden rack and put a moisture-proof mat and a blanket on it. Miaozi would occasionally come back to live there.

Liefeng was still lying lazily in his cabin. Qingjiu looked at him with some disgust. Why didn't this guy get used to going out recently and he even gained weight?

Lie Feng walked past it without even raising his head. Qing Jiu, who had always felt something was wrong, paused with his hand on the door, took a few steps back, and came back.

Staring at Liefeng's strange posture, he saw his belly, which he always covered under his body, but now it was exposed because he was lying on his side. It was bulging and two rows of red spots became prominent.

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Could this guy be pregnant?!

Qing Jiu, who always thought he had a good attitude, now felt a little confused.

It was a rare dilemma. He didn't know whether he should go to Xishi to confirm his guess first or tell Jilang first to see his reaction.

He reached out and touched Liefeng's belly. Liefeng, who was still lying on his stomach, moved his body reluctantly. Maybe Qingjiu's big hands rubbed his bloated and painful belly a little bit, and he moved closer to Qingjiu.

Not sure if it was an illusion, but Qing Jiu felt that when he put his hand on it, he could feel the little guy in Lie Feng's belly squirming.

At this time, Xishi also lifted the curtain and came out quietly. He wanted to go to Li's cave to see Sashi, and then he saw Qingjiu squatting beside Liefeng's small house.

"What's wrong? Is Liefeng sick?" Xishi was a little worried. It seemed that he rarely saw this guy going out recently. The child he brought back last time didn't come to visit much either. Fengji spent a lot of time going out hunting, so he could feel more at ease with Liefeng around. He couldn't let him get sick.

Qing Jiu said a little uncertainly, "It seems to be pregnant, come and take a look." He stood up and made room for the doghouse.

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Xi Shi was also surprised. He went to the doghouse and touched Liefeng. He looked at him carefully for a while and said, "It's true."

Could this be the wolf's cub?

Xishi and Qingjiu looked at each other and saw their own guesses in each other's eyes.

Liefeng didn't know what these two people were doing. They came to him and touched him for no apparent reason, disturbing his sleep. He then went back into the doghouse and continued sleeping with his back to the outside.

When Ji Lang woke up and came out of the house, he saw complex expressions on the faces of several people in the yard, with difficult to describe emotions.

"What's going on?" Ji Lang asked Qing Jiu, who was squatting at the door of the woodshed chopping wood, and walked a few steps closer.

Qing Jiu stopped what he was doing because he was afraid that the wood chips would hit him. "Liefeng is pregnant."

Ji Lang, "Ah? When did it happen? Didn't its husband, the wolf, leave?" He opened his mouth wide, stunned.

Qing Jiu looked at his rich expression and couldn't help but laugh out loud, "If I'm not mistaken, it's the wolf cub."

He still couldn't get over the shock. Ji Lang knew that there was no reproductive isolation between wolves and dogs. Some people in the village raised those ferocious guard dogs. When he was a child, Ji Lang and his friends had often secretly gone to see them. However, he still found it a little hard to accept that Liefeng was suddenly pregnant with a wolf's child.

"Now that it's pregnant, we must not stop it from giving birth. The question is whether the cubs can be raised well and whether they will bite people?" Although I have seen wolfdogs, their genes have been purified for several generations. This is a pure first-generation wolfdog.