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

After Ye listened to Ji Lang's words and started to heat the kang, Uncle Lin was not happy at first, saying that he knew his own body and that it was just like that, and it was the same whether he slept on the heated kang or not. As a result, after sleeping on the heated kang for two days, the cold feeling on his back at night was gone, and he coughed less often.

Ye Jian's father had slept on the kang for two days and it really worked. Every day after dinner and cleaning up, he would go out and fetch some firewood. He would put some in the woodshed and use some for heating the kang. Anyway, there were dead grass and leaves outside and firewood everywhere, so he didn't have to walk too far.

Uncle Lin was worried at first and followed Ye out several times. Every time he saw branches being blown in and out of the outer yard, he felt it was a pity. So while his son went to collect firewood, he would sweep the outer yard, picking up the branches as he went.

Now the woodshed is almost full of firewood. Usually, Qingjiu and his friends would chop the tree trunks they carried back whenever they had time and stack them on one side of the woodshed, and on the other side they would put some dead branches and leaves, which are easy to ignite. The woodshed is full, and people feel at ease when they see it.

Ji Lang still admires this group of people very much. Each one is better at hoarding than the other.

Qingjiu got up early in the morning, and the hunting team was going out hunting today.

He quietly got off the kang and was about to go out when Ji Lang rubbed his eyes, sat up and called him.

He fumbled his way off the kang and handed the goggles he had refreshed these past few days to Qing, motioning him to give them to other people. He had given one to Qingjiu last time, but later he was busy and forgot to refresh them, but he remembered to do so these days.

Qing Jiu took the goggles and thought that Ji Lang, who was still vaguely remembering this incident, was particularly cute.

She pulled Ji Lang into her arms and kissed his forehead, then picked him up and put him on the kang, saying softly, "I'm leaving."

Ji Lang sat on the kang in a daze for a while, thinking about the pheasants that Xishi and his friends brought back yesterday. He could make some jerky as a snack.

He took his coat and was about to put it on when he saw that the child lying next to him had woken up, staring at him with his dark eyes.

"Lang, shame on you for letting Qing carry you to the bed."

Ji Lang’s old face turned slightly red. Yes, he really saw it.

He stretched his head and flicked Xiaoman's forehead gently, "You still know how to tease me, do you want to eat something delicious?"

Xiaoman got anxious when he heard this, and got out of the bed and stuck to Ji Lang like a puppy, "Lang, I was wrong, I want to eat delicious food."

Afraid that he would catch a cold, Ji Lang quickly tucked him back into bed as the temperature was very low that morning.

"It's still early. Sleep a little longer. I'll make some jerky for you today. When you get up later, put on the thick coat on the closet, okay?"

The child nodded obediently.

Lan and Ye get up very early every day and are responsible for preparing breakfast.

Because in the past, the gathering teams in the tribe would set out before dawn, trying to collect more food, and they had developed the habit. Moreover, in the past, they did not have breakfast, so they always went out on an empty stomach, whether they were a hunting team or a gathering team.

Think about the days now. The hunting team doesn’t have to go out every day. They can help gather and collect firewood. The gathering team will eat and drink their fill before setting out at dawn. There are abundant supplies here, and with only a few of them, it won’t take long for them to pick up a lot of food.

Compared to before, I am really much happier.

Several people in the kitchen tried on the goggles while eating breakfast, but Feng was the only one who couldn't let go of them and kept looking at them.

When Ji Lang entered the room, Sa Shi was muttering, "Feng, are you going to have breakfast yet? If not, go out hunting on an empty stomach. Otherwise, don't go. I don't think you want to go either."

Sa, who hadn't been able to go out during this period, was full of resentment. Feng didn't dare to talk back to her, otherwise he would get his ears twisted. He quickly put down his glasses and took a few mouthfuls of the meat porridge in the bowl.

When Sashi and Xishi became partners, Feng was only eight or nine years old. His father and mother died when Feng was still young and could not remember anything. It was Xishi who relied on his unique talent and started to go out with the hunting team when he was half grown up, so that he could get some meat every day and raised Feng. He was truly like a father to Feng.

So after Sa Shi and Xi Shi became partners, they always took care of Feng. The naughty Feng was most afraid of Sa Shi.

Seeing Ji Lang coming in, Feng was like seeing a savior, "Lang! You got up so early today. Thank you for your glasses, they are nice and practical."

Ji Lang stroked his head as if he was comforting a puppy. He was still a little kid. In his original world, he might not even be in junior high school yet.

Here, he will start to go out hunting and take on some responsibilities.

Or maybe they were too few in number. The hunting team, including Fenghe and the pregnant Sasuke, only had five people.

It’s much better now that we live in a cave. When we lived in tents before, even if we didn’t dig caves or make pottery, we still had to leave one or two behind to protect the young and the old.

They need more people, but where these people will come from is a big problem.

The little ones will grow up soon, and they may need to find a mate and give birth to their own offspring. These are issues that need to be considered in advance.

But there is no point thinking about these things now. After all, the current priority is to stock up on enough food to survive the upcoming cold season.

The few of them didn't waste any time, ate their meal and set off with their tools.

Jilang was busy making chicken jerky in the kitchen alone.

Li wanted to stay and help him, but Ji Lang disagreed and asked her to take the children to rest in the yard.

Li is old, and she was still young when she gave birth to four children. Even if she has a good physical condition, she still has some minor problems. She looks like she is in her sixties even though she is less than fifty years old.

Anyway, all the things that needed to be stockpiled had been stockpiled. When he could handle it alone, he didn't need to ask her for help. He could just go back to the house and rest.

Damao, Ermao and Sanmao of Liefeng's family can already run.

The food was good, and Ji Lang would give some bone soup and meat broth to Liefeng from time to time. Liefeng raised the cubs but they did not become thin. She had plenty of milk, and the cubs were all plump.

As soon as it learned to walk unsteadily, it followed a few kids around the yard, struggling to crawl or wriggle. Its four paws each had its own ideas. It lay with its belly pressed against the ground, stretching its limbs like a little turtle. When it couldn't crawl anymore, it just fell asleep where it was.

Ji Lang often saw Liefeng looking for children all over the yard. When he found one, he would hold the child by the scruff of the neck and run to the doghouse. At first he was not very skilled, and while running, the meat ball would fall to the ground, whimpering. After a few days, Liefeng had mastered the skill of holding the child in his mouth.

The firewood room in the inner courtyard is already full, and now the firewood that Qingjiu and his friends have collected is piled in the outer courtyard.

I didn’t see the sun all day, the sky was so low that it seemed to be right above my head, and there was a cool feeling in the air.

Ji Lang didn't expect that the large rain shields he sewed from his tents would be used now.

Xi Shi looked at the dark clouds getting closer and closer in the distance, and immediately asked everyone to cover the firewood pile in the outer yard with tarpaulin. There were two piles of firewood, one was chopped trees and bamboos, and the other was hay, which could be easily blown away.

After it was built, the corners were weighed down with stones and burnt pottery, and Jilong even nailed in tent pegs.

The gutter is not afraid of wind, but Jilang was a little worried about his bamboo wall, so he simply took some recently painted bicycle spokes and fixed each bamboo again in an 8-shape.

Of course, he couldn't finish this task in one day, so everyone worked together.

Feng took Xiaoman and Wu and carefully put all the toys in the yard into the house.

The cave that originally only contained potatoes now has potatoes on one side and lotus roots on the other, as well as two piles of noodles and jars of pickled vegetables on the kang.

There is a millstone and children's toys at the door.

It’s really full.

Ji Lang took the sausages hanging in the yard into the potato kiln. There were already more than a dozen pieces of bacon hanging on the wall.

As soon as I entered the room, I saw Ye staring at the meat on the wall in a daze. "What's wrong? Is the meat rotten?" Ji Lang asked.

Ye turned his head, the smile on his face had not faded yet, "It's fine, not broken, I just feel happy looking at all this food." In the past, although there were many people hunting in the tribe, they didn't get much. Although each family kept the collected things, they ate them while collecting. I have never seen a family store so much food during the windy season.

We are busy every day just to have enough food and warm clothes.

Looking at these foods made Ye feel at ease.

I am extremely grateful that my father and I left the tribe, met Ji Lang and the others, and followed them through mountains and rivers to get here.

Ji Lang also knew that these people had an obsession with food that he could not understand.

He hung the sausages in his hand against the bacon on the wall. These sausages were newly made and not completely dried yet. He had to hang them outside before the rain came. "After this rain, there may be strong winds. Then I can go and carry back a lot of fruit." Ye lifted the curtain and looked at the darkening sky outside.

Ji Lang was puzzled. "Aren't there already a lot of noodles? And why do we have to go when it's windy? Isn't that dangerous?"

Ye pointed to the two piles of noodles inside and said, "Those noodles are only enough for us for a dozen days. The winter season is so long, and noodles are the main food. These are definitely not enough. The strong wind will blow all the noodles down, and we can just pick them up when the time comes."

Ye knew that Ji Lang never had to worry about food. There were two large vats in Ji Lang's house, filled with delicious grains that he had never seen before. He often used them to cook porridge and pancakes, and Ye ate more and more.

But with so many of them, they can't just rely on Ji Lang to survive. He has brought about earth-shaking changes in their lives. Not to mention anything else, just take the situation of my father. If he had really returned to the tribe at that time, he would have been dead. Even if he survived by chance, how long could he have survived?

But now, they sleep with a heated kang every day and drink bone soup from time to time. Although his father's health has not improved much, it is not getting worse after all. Ye Ting is content.

They can still move around in this very safe yard, and the kids can live carefree every day without having to stay in the cave, anxiously hoping that the adults will go out and get something out of it.

The rain was coming down fast and heavily, and the shed in the yard was banging against it. Ji Lang was worried about Liefeng and the kids, so he put on his raincoat and went to the doorway to raise the doghouse a little higher, fearing that Liefeng's doghouse would be flooded again. It was cold now, and if it was really flooded, not to mention Da Mao, Er Mao and San Mao, even Liefeng wouldn't be able to bear it.

As luck would have it, as soon as I went out, a strong wind blew my raincoat and hat away.

The rain poured directly onto Ji Lang's head.

......

Forget it, just leave it like this, just come back and dry it quickly.

Ji Lang stopped with his foot retracted, then ran towards the door without hesitation.

He looked around with a flashlight and found that the original support of the doghouse, which Ji Lang had built, was high. Now there was a small canal in the yard, and not much rain water flowed into the doorway. It seemed that there was no problem, so he returned to the cave with peace of mind.

Qing Jiu added some wood ash to the sheep pen from the outer yard, then walked into the house wearing a raincoat and saw Ji Lang, who had just taken off his raincoat and had water dripping from the ends of his hair.

His face couldn't help but darken a little, "What are you doing outside?" His tone was a little unpleasant.

Ji Lang was already feeling a little uncomfortable after being caught in the rain. When he looked up after hearing the noise, he saw the man saying this with a cold and fierce face. He rolled his eyes and ignored him, going to find a towel to wipe his hair.

After Qing Jiu finished speaking, he felt that his tone was bad and he regretted it a little, but when he saw Ji Lang ignoring him and rolling his eyes at him, he began to feel angry again.

This person never takes his body seriously. Qing Jiu and the others have long been accustomed to this kind of climate, and their bodies have become much stronger through daily training, but Ji Lang is not like that. He comes from an environment completely different from here, and may not be able to adapt to such a harsh and changeable climate.