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

Xi Shi's knife stabbed into the wild boar's neck decisively and fiercely. The wild boar's wailing scared Ji Lang. Gradually, it seemed as if there was a leak in his throat. He gasped and couldn't breathe. His body twitched for a while and then he died.

Ji Lang's scalp tingled as he watched this. He couldn't understand why he had been so curious about such things when he was a child, so he carried the bucket and went back to the inner courtyard.

I was just busy in the kitchen.

The two chatted for a while, and Li was very confused about how Ji Lang got so much salt.

After asking, I found out that this was used to marinate the meat after frying. So I simply didn't go to the outer courtyard to help and continued to stay in the kitchen to help Ji Lang.

When Jilang was a child, every winter his grandmother would buy a large piece of pork, pickle some bacon, and make a lot of sausages with the pig's front legs. I remember that his grandmother's sausages were very popular. Even his uncle who worked away from home would come back more frequently in winter just to eat the sausages.

In order to prevent him from running around, his grandmother would always call him to her side when she was working. She didn't ask him to do anything, she just kept an eye on him.

In this way, he followed his grandmother and saw her pickling meat and making sausages every year, and he learned a little bit.

After the salt in the pot was heated up, some five-spice powder, a small amount of chili segments and crushed ma ma fruits were added. The ma ma fruits taste a bit like Sichuan peppercorns, but are larger in size. They were what Li and his friends used to put in when they marinated meat.

Thinking of how his grandmother would sprinkle a little white wine before marinating meat when he was a child, Ji Lang went back to the house and brought over the white wine he had stored in a mineral water bottle.

The weather suddenly cooled down, and he wanted to drink some white wine to warm himself up, so he bought two small bottles.

After coming here, he never had time to let everyone taste it, except for this bottle of mineral water, which he only remembered to refresh after moving into the cave.

Just as he entered the kitchen carrying the white wine, he saw Wu coming in with a backpack, holding it very carefully, fearing that it would be bumped or scratched.

Seeing Ji Lang, his calves moved quickly twice, "Lang, Qing asked me to give it to you, saying that you can make delicious food for me."

Ji Lang took it and looked at it. There were about twenty pheasant eggs of different sizes at the bottom of the basket.

"Okay, I'll make it right away." After hearing Ji Lang say that he was going to make something delicious, Wu went out happily. When he opened the curtain on the door, several children were standing outside, looking greedy.

Ji Lang was speechless. Why did you look like you didn’t feed them enough on weekdays?

And Wu, where is the cool and deep handsome boy you were promised? How come while you are playing with Xiaoman, your mind becomes more and more outgoing?

Pour the fried salt out of the pot and set it aside, then add half a pot of water and boil it.

He took out a dozen small bamboo tubes, which he made together with the bamboo cups. They are slightly larger and deeper than the bamboo cups. They are very convenient for drinking soup or something, and have a bamboo fragrance.

Crack an egg into each bamboo tube, sprinkle a little salt and seasoning, add half a bamboo tube of water and mix well.

After the water boils, put a bamboo steaming rack in the pot and steam a layer of potatoes first. Potatoes are the staple food. When the potatoes are almost cooked, add another layer of steaming rack and put the bamboo tubes on it. After ten minutes or so, they can be served.

The wild boars outside have been almost cleaned up. According to Qingjiu's custom, when the wind season starts to start slaughtering pigs, they have to keep some of the internal organs and the pig head to offer to the mountain god. They hope that the mountain god can forgive them for starting to hunt in large numbers in the mountains, all for the sake of survival.

Thinking that they really couldn't finish eating so many large basins of pig blood, although the temperature was a bit lower, it still couldn't be kept, and it would be a bit of a waste to throw them all away, Ji Lang asked Qing to keep one basin and add some salt to make it lumpy.

After the potatoes and steamed eggs were out of the pot, the pig blood had also solidified. Ji Lang cut out a large piece. As there were many people in their group, they always used basins for cooking.

Cut the large piece of pig blood into small pieces and blanch it with salt and ginger.

Pig blood has a strong fishy smell to begin with, and the smell is even stronger because wild boars have not been castrated. When blanching the blood, Ji Lang turned it over twice and could smell a strong fishy smell.

The blanched pig blood was stir-fried with wild onions and chili peppers. The wild onions and chili peppers had a strong aroma, which completely covered up the fishy smell left after blanching the pig blood.

Liefeng's belly has been too big recently for him to go out hunting, so Ji Lang took a small piece of meat and cooked it, and added some potatoes and wild vegetables. Liefeng has a big appetite, so it's okay to feed him meat once in a while, but even someone like Ji Lang who is not stingy when raising a furry child can't bear to eat meat every day, not to mention that the meat doesn't belong to Ji Lang alone.

While eating, a few children looked at the egg custard in the bamboo tube, curiously scooped a little with a small spoon and tasted it. It was fragrant and smooth, and they loved it immediately.

Even Sa, who usually eats like a cow chewing a peony, praised the egg custard. "It turns out that bird eggs are so delicious. When we were young, we would go out to catch bird eggs when we were too hungry. They tasted greasy and fishy. After that, I never ate them again after I started hunting."

After Sa Shi became pregnant, she no longer vomited and had no appetite like Ji Lang had seen on TV before. On the contrary, her appetite became better. If it weren't for Li taking care of her, she might have eaten even more.

Xiaoman ate the fastest and licked his lips after finishing, looking as if he was still not satisfied.

Ji Lang hadn't eaten his own food yet and wanted to reach out to give it to him, but was stopped by Qing Jiu.

Qing Jiu gave Xiao Man half a potato and said, "Next time I'll get more bird eggs and bring them back. We can eat them then."

Xiaoman took the potato obediently, and when she heard there would be a next time, her little eyes narrowed into slits with smile.

He seemed to have a firm trust in Qingjiu, no, it should be said that almost everyone had a firm trust in Qingjiu. When they heard him say "next time", they knew that there would definitely be a next time and it was not just something he said casually to fool people.

Ji Lang was quite envious. His childhood was filled with too many "next times" and "later", and none of them came true. He never got the promise on the phone from his father that he would take him out to play next time he came back, nor did he get the promise from his mother that she would come back to see him later when she was busy.

I smiled bitterly in my heart. Why didn't I feel anything when I was busy before? Recently, when I have some free time, I would think about my childhood from time to time.

Qing Jiu, who was standing next to him, seemed to sense that he was in a bad mood and picked up some food for him several times. After thinking for a while, he said, "Ji Lang, after marinating the meat this afternoon, Xi Shi and I will go to worship the mountain god. Do you want to come with us? Xi Shi said that the wind will be much weaker in the afternoon, but it's a little far."

Ji Lang's attention was immediately drawn. Even though he had been here for such a long time, he had not been too far away. Everyone had their own things to do every day. Moreover, when Qing Jiu and the others went out hunting, they usually found places far away and ran very fast. Knowing that he could not keep up, he never went with them.

Now Qing Jiu offered to take him to a farther place, and he immediately became interested, "Okay, I haven't been to a farther place yet."

The few people worked quickly, and not long after the meal, the wild boar was cut into pieces and brought into the kitchen. There were also some ribs and bones cut into large pieces. Ji Lang picked two large bones and put them in the pot to stew.

Bone soup nourishes the body and does not require someone to watch over it all the time. Just add some fire from time to time and simmer it slowly. It will become more fragrant the longer it simmers.

Li and Jilang each had a large pot of meat. They first poured some white wine and spread it evenly on the meat, then spread salt on every corner of the meat. After doing all this, they stacked the meat layer by layer in the jar, sprinkled white wine and salt on each layer, covered the top with a plastic bag, and pressed it down with a large stone.

This way, turning the meat in the jar every morning can ensure that it is marinated more evenly.

After three days, hang it on a rack in the yard to air dry.

In order to prevent direct sunlight, Jilang also fixed a layer of moisture-proof mat on the shelf in the yard.

The two pig front legs were washed and hung in the kitchen. Ji Lang planned to stuff the sausages tomorrow. Qing Jiu, who had planned to clean the pig intestines himself, thought that he would take Ji Lang out, and the smell was too strong, so he put it outside the yard first.

After they left, Guo Qi thought that since he had nothing to do, he might as well clean the pig intestines. Last time they killed a wild boar, they offered the intestines and blood to the mountain god. Ji Lang had mentioned the method of cleaning pig intestines. Guo went to the kitchen to dig some wood ash. When he went out, he saw Feng sitting on the seesaw and called him to help.

Feng squatted at one end of the seesaw, and the three little ones were at the other end. Even with the three of them together, they were still able to keep Feng's end firmly on the ground. They were all very unconvinced and secretly exerted force. Feng was originally amused by them, but when he followed Guo Qi out and saw that they were going to clean up this stinky thing, his face instantly became sad.

After the strong wind last night, the mountains looked completely different, and Ji Lang was very curious along the way.

In the valley, which was originally covered with thick weeds, the grass was blown crooked and lay all over the ground, and even many trees were blown down.

Qing Jiu and Xi Shi deliberately slowed down so that Ji Lang could keep up and look around at the same time.

We walked slowly for nearly an hour, then looked west to see the sky. It would be windy after dark, so we had to get back before dark.

Several people started digging a hole on the spot, saying it was to honor the mountain god. There was no other ceremony, and they just buried the pig blood, internal organs and extra bones in the bags on their backs.

Finally, a few stones were placed at the buried place to form a small triangle.

"What does this mean?" Ji Lang was a little curious.

Xi Shi put the last stone in his hand away. "This is considered a secret code between tribes. When hunting during the windy season, if we see a pile of stones like this, it means that other tribes are hunting in this area. Then we will try to avoid hunting in the same area to avoid unnecessary conflicts."

Ji Lang didn't expect there was such a thing. "What if some tribes don't know the meaning of this thing?" After all, this place is sparsely populated, and there is no communication tool. The only way people communicate is through face-to-face communication.

Xi Shi shrugged, "There's nothing we can do about it. At least they know there are other people nearby." After all, the way the stones are stacked is not something that ordinary animals can do, and the possibility of them being formed naturally is also very small.

Well, it seems that we can only do our best and leave the rest to fate. Such code words may be understood by tribes that have more frequent interactions and are relatively familiar with each other. They are so far away from their original place, and they don't expect that anyone can really understand the code words.

Apart from anything else, Ji Lang secretly thought that the chief of the Big Tree Tribe definitely didn't understand.

After walking for such a long time, Ji Lang felt a little tired, so he found a place to sit down. Before his butt touched the ground, he was pricked by something.

It jumped up instantly, startling Qing Jiu who was standing next to him.

He turned around and used a hoe to dig up the weeds, and found a thorny ball.

Ji Lang leaned over to see what had pricked his butt. The thorn ball on the ground looked more and more familiar, so he took another look.

Isn't this a chestnut?

I stepped on the thorn ball with my foot and found two small chestnuts inside.

Ji Lang picked it up with some surprise, squeezed it open and smelled it, and it indeed smelled like chestnuts.

Qing Jiu, who was standing next to him, had never seen anything like this before. Seeing Ji Lang stuffing it into his mouth, he quickly stopped him. "What is this? Don't eat it carelessly."

Ji Lang gave him one and said, "Try it. It's a chestnut. It's delicious."

Fresh chestnuts are slightly sweet and a bit chewy. They make a crunching sound when you chew them in your mouth. They are crispy and sweet, and have a refreshing taste that is completely different from the soft, sweet and fragrant cooked chestnuts.

Looking at Xishi's inquiring expression, knowing that he had a magical obsession with edible things, Ji Lang hurriedly rummaged around in the field for a while and found another one. He stepped on it, picked it up and gave it to Xishi. There were three in this one.

Xishi first sniffed it carefully, then he squeezed the chestnut in his hand open and tasted it. His eyes lit up instantly. It tasted delicious.

Ji Lang looked around. The strong wind had blown all the fruits off the trees. He didn't recognize any chestnut trees, so he didn't know which tree it was.