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

Ji Lang laughed a little excitedly and kicked the quilt aside, revealing his bare feet which were caught by Qing Jiu.

"What about you? Do you want to learn hunting?" Qing Jiu asked, continuing to pull the quilt to cover his feet.

"Um... Can I still learn it now? Is it too late?" Men are naturally yearning for hunting, but Ji Lang's yearning was worn away by the process of failing to shoot pheasants again and again. Now that Qing Jiu mentioned it, he began to be excited again.

He still remembered the excitement when he and Qingjiu killed the tiger together.

"If there's still time, I can teach you slowly. Start by hunting small, gentle prey, such as sheep or deer," Qing Jiu said.

Ji Lang lay down on the kang, "It's definitely too late this year. You can teach me during the cold season, and I will go hunting with you when the warm season comes next year."

Jilang has finished making all the furniture that needs to be made for the house. It would be boring to ask him to go out to dig wild vegetables or stay at home every day next year.

"Well, then you have to build up your physical strength first." Qing Jiu said. Ji Lang had a lot of clever tricks of his own. He must have learned them very quickly when going out hunting and trapping. It was mainly a matter of physical strength. He ran too slowly to keep up. Now with Ji Lang's ropes and nets, as well as sharp weapons, hunting saved a lot of effort. A long time ago, their way of hunting was really just a simple race, racing with the prey. If they won, they would have meat to eat, and if the prey won, they would starve.

Curious baby Ji Lang asked, "How do I practice?"

"If you insist on doing it three times every night without falling asleep, I will surely gain the strength soon." He said seriously.

Ji Lang:?

With an angry "Get out", Qing Jiu and his empty cup were kicked out.

He lay on the kang, feeling somewhat exhausted. That roar just now seemed to have used up all his strength, and the illness was indeed gone.

After some reflection, I wondered if I was too restrained by Qingjiu in that matter. No, that's not the case. On the contrary, he would sometimes take the initiative to ask for sex, and he was very proactive in the process. He mostly followed his heart and would not suppress his own or the other person's desires. Why was he still so unsatisfied? Could it be that the difference in body size and strength also led to differences in desires for this kind of thing?

Ji Lang muttered to himself, in that case, he still needs to restrain himself a little. If he really lets Qing Jiu do whatever he wants, sooner or later he will die.

Li and Ye, who were cutting wild vegetables in the kitchen, heard the loud "get out!". They saw Qingjiu carrying a bowl into the kitchen and stared at him with curiosity.

Qing Jiu, feeling somewhat embarrassed, touched the back of his head, put the bowl on the shelf without showing any emotion under the inquiring gazes of Am and Ye, and turned around to leave.

Ye moved closer to Li and whispered, "What do you think this Shitou did to make Xiaolang so angry?" It turns out that human beings are gossipy by nature.

Li smiled mysteriously, "I guess it's because of that." This dull stone usually describes his son quite appropriately, but men, especially men with vigorous energy and superior physical strength, have much higher needs for that thing than ordinary people. His two sons must have taken after their father, otherwise he would not have given birth to four.

Ye, who has no partner and knows nothing, asked, "What's the matter?"

Li: ...I forgot that this kid is still single. "You are still young and don't understand. You will understand in the future."

At the age of 20, my father kept telling me that I was an adult and should help more. I felt that I was very reliable. Why am I still young?

Speaking of which, Li also became curious, "Ye, don't you plan to go out and find a partner?" For people at this time, finding a partner and having children has nothing to do with any social responsibility, it's all an instinct for dependence.

Ye didn't expect the topic to suddenly shift to himself. He was stunned for a moment before speaking, "My father was sick before, and he was busy after arriving here, so he didn't have time to think about this matter."

Lan said, "So do you want a partner?"

Nodding, Ye said, "I thought so. I think it would be more lively if I had a partner and a kid." He liked the hustle and bustle. Even though he was the quietest one in the group, it didn't stop him from being happy in the hustle and bustle.

"Then you have to eat more and exercise more to make your body stronger." When you go out to find a partner, the girls from other tribes will also be picky, so you will definitely need to find a reliable one.

Li pinched the muscles on Ye's arms and always felt that they were not as strong as his own. How could he find a partner with this?

Ye felt a little embarrassed. He knew that he had a poor health, which he had inherited from Am. Even though he had eaten well and dressed well since he was a child, it might still be like this after all these years.

He hoped to have a partner who understood his feelings, but he also knew that it would be difficult to find a partner in his current situation.

If he had not met Ji Lang and his group, he would have had difficulty supporting himself, let alone having the energy to raise a family.

It took three days for Ji Lang to recover from his illness. Feeling light and healthy, Ji Lang stretched out in the yard.

The air still had some of the dampness and coldness from the night, mixed with the slight warmth from the morning sun, which felt very comfortable on the body.

Liefeng and a few of his cubs were lying in front of the kitchen door where they could get some sun. Damao, Ermao and Sanmao were crawling all over Liefeng's body.

There was a faint fragrance coming from the kitchen, and the sound of people talking and laughing. Uncle Lin and a few children were picking up branches blown in from the yard. They were busy early in the morning.

Although the wind has been strong recently, there are fewer branches that can be blown in. Maybe most of the branches that can be blown off around have already been broken, and the only ones left are strong.

The sticky porridge I had for breakfast was made from flour and bean powder, with meat and mushrooms added in. It was hot and very warming to the stomach.

Moreover, the cooked bean flour has a fruity aroma, which is not too dissimilar to the taste of flour.

Jiro likes it very much.

He had been sick these few days, and Qing Jiu was a little worried, so he didn't go out hunting for a whole day like usual. Instead, he went out for half a day every day to look for some food he could find. He was lucky enough to bring back half a basket of pheasant eggs.

It's still on the kitchen floor.

Ji Lang leaned over to take a look. There were about forty or fifty of them. No one knew how many places Qing Jiu had run to. He said he picked them up when he came across them. Ji Lang didn't believe it. It was because Ji Lang mentioned last time that this thing was nutritious. Qing Jiu wanted to supplement the sick Ji Lang, so he went out of his way to look for it.

He certainly couldn't eat so much to replenish his body by himself, so Ji Lang thought about whether he should try to bake a cake. Last time he promised to make a few small ones, and it had been such a long time, it was time to fulfill his promise.

Anyway, the oven is ready, and after grinding the bean flour last time, I specially made a fine sieve with gauze to sift the flour.

The skin of the flour bean fruit is not easy to crush, and it is okay to eat it mixed with other foods, but sometimes you can eat the residue when eating, which is hard and a bit irritating to the teeth. Every time Ji Lang eats it, he feels like he is eating stone particles, so he simply took the time to make a sieve for sifting flour with gauze.

The gaps in the gauze were large, so Ji Lang pasted two layers on it. It was still somewhat useful. At least now he wouldn't feel like a small stone was biting his teeth while eating, and he wouldn't have to spit it out to check his teeth.

However, without milk, he couldn't make cream. Ji Lang only remembered that eggs could also be used to make cream, but it was a bit troublesome. After thinking about it, he decided not to make things difficult for himself. He would be satisfied with just making a cake base and eating it.

After dinner, everyone went about their business. Ji Lang started to work in the kitchen. Thinking that he would have to beat the egg whites manually later, Ji Lang stopped Li and Sa Shi who were going to grind the flour and bean flour.

"Aunt Li, Sa Shi, can you two help me first?"

Li stopped and looked a little confused, "What help?" It was understandable to ask her for help, but it was strange to ask Sashi for help. Sashi was clumsy and always caused trouble every time he entered the kitchen.

There was the same confusion on Sa Shi's face.

Ji Lang took out the largest pot and said, "I'm going to beat some egg whites in this pot later. I need to keep stirring it. I think it will take me a whole day to finish beating it by myself. I need your help. Let's take turns beating it."

Sa Shi was somewhat interested and thought it was fun. He curiously watched Ji Lang crack the eggs one by one, pouring the egg whites into a large pot and placing the egg yolks in a bowl next to it.

After beating about ten eggs, Ji Lang stopped trying so that it wouldn't be a waste in case he failed.

And what to use to beat the egg whites is also a problem. You can't really use chopsticks.

Remembering that there were some leftover bamboos in the woodshed, Ji Lang picked out a thinner one, chose a longer bamboo joint and split it at one end, thus getting eight bamboo strips. He used sandpaper to polish each bamboo piece clean, leaving no sawdust. He then stuffed a stone in the middle of the bamboo joint to stretch the bamboo strips apart, and a simple egg beater was made. When he was a child, Ji Lang saw his grandfather making something similar, but it was not an egg beater, but one for making tea.

I handed the freshly made egg beater and egg white to Sa Shi and said, "Here I leave it to you. First, add a little sugar and stir until the egg white turns white and has bubbles. Then add the remaining sugar and keep stirring until it sticks to the egg beater when you lift it up."

Sa Shi took it, nodded solemnly, and sat down at the table with Li to stir it.

Ji Lang: I wish you good luck. It is up to you whether you can make the cake.

He added some vegetable oil and sugar to the separated egg yolks. Thinking that it might taste fishy, ​​Ji Lang went to the mat in the yard and found two fruits with stronger smells. They were the ones Xi Shi had just brought back that morning and he hadn't had time to slice them and dry them in the sun.

This fruit is a bit like a sleeve, but much smaller than a grapefruit, with more juice, not sweet enough, and very sour. Xishi picked it a few days ago. Jilang felt it was sour when he smelled it, and his teeth were sour after eating a piece, but Sashi liked it very much and couldn't get enough of it. He asked for more every day. So when Xishi woke up early in the morning to patrol the mountains, he picked half a basket of it for her, intending to give some to Sashi and slice and dry the rest for later consumption.

It’s just right to use it now to enhance the flavor and remove the fishy smell.

For fear of adding too much acid, Ji Lang did not dare to cut more. He just cut a quarter of it, chopped it up on the chopping board, and added it to the egg yolk and mixed it well.

Sa Shi stirred for a while over there, and then Xi Shi, who came in later, started working hard.

"Xiao Lang, don't lie to us. How come after stirring it for such a long time, it can't even stick to this... egg beater and won't come off. It hasn't even turned white." Sa Shi shook his aching arm.

Ji Lang leaned over, to be honest he wasn't really sure he could get rid of it.

"It's white! Bubbles are coming out!" Li, who was staring at Xishi's movements, suddenly shouted.

When Ji Lang took a look, he found that it was really white and there were many bubbles of different sizes on the surface.

"Okay, don't add all the sugar in yet, add it in several batches." Ji Lang remembered that it would be easier to beat this way, so he took some juice squeezed out of the bowl and added it in, hoping that this would remove the fishy smell.

Xishi continued stirring, and Sashi watched for a while. Then he no longer felt the pain in his arms and wanted to play again, so he rushed to join in, but Xishi refused.

Seeing that they had found some tricks, Ji Lang stopped caring and went to get a sieve and started sifting flour. The flour he brought was the most common flour, not the most suitable for making cakes, but it would most likely not turn out well. If he used bean flour, it would be uncertain, so Ji Lang did not take the risk.

For ten eggs, the amount of flour needed would not be too little, so Ji Lang sifted a full bowl of it, then added the sifted flour to the egg yolks, stirring them into a batter while waiting for their egg whites.

"Xiao Lang, come and see! Is it done?!" Sa Shi's loud voice rang out, and it could probably be heard at the easternmost end of the yard. Ji Lang, who was only a few steps away from her, was so scared that he almost dropped the bowl in his hand.