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

Ji Lang walked towards the door. "Have you finished eating? Eat slowly next time. What if you choke?"

The little guy raised the remaining piece of cake in his hand to Ji Lang above his head, "I'm full, this is Qing's, I'll give it to him."

"Are you really full?" Ji Lang asked him.

The child nodded without looking at Ji Lang.

It's obvious that this was kept on purpose, and no one pointed it out. That's good. Qingjiu indulges the child, and the child also thinks about Qingjiu.

Anyway, it's just a snack, not a real lunch.

"Okay then." Ji Lang took the plate from the child and put it on the stove. "Let Qingjiu eat it when he comes back. Go out and play. Eat some energy so you can have room for lunch."

"Yeah." The child skipped out.

"Slow down, don't run too fast right after eating!"

"Know it."

The childish voice had a hint of echo, and one could tell that he was going to the doorway to see Da Mao, Er Mao and San Mao.

Ji Lang continued to rummage in his backpack to see if he could find any surprises. In these bags, he had just casually stuffed the things he bought in the past, and he had forgotten about many of them later.

"What are you looking for?"

Qing Jiu's voice suddenly rang out from behind him, and Ji Lang was startled by the suddenness. "How come you came in without making any noise? You scared me to death."

Qingjiu had just gone to feed the sheep, and his hands were stained a little green by the grass. He scooped two buckets of water into the basin and was about to wash his hands. "I've been here for a long time. I saw you were rummaging through your bag and ignoring me, so I spoke up. What are you looking for?"

Ji Lang patted his sturdy backpack and sat down on the small stool dejectedly. "I remember I bought a knitted hat before, but I couldn't find it after searching for a long time." He suddenly thought of it when Xiaoman came in, so after finding the goggles, he searched for it for a while.

Half of the windy season has passed, and it will be even colder when the rainy season comes. Ji Lang thought about making some hats for the children and the elderly.

Lan and Ye don't have much work to do now. Last time, they asked Ji Lang if there were any other clothes that could be altered. Ji Lang had given them everything he could and simply talked about hats and gloves. The two of them have been studying this recently. Ji Lang gave them the gloves but not the hats. Ji Lang had been wearing a helmet before, and he had stuffed the hat into his saddle bag after buying it. Now he remembered to take it out and make a sample for Lan and Ye, but he can't find it.

Ji Lang gestured, "It seems to be dark blue, with stripes of other colors on it. It looks this big, and when you pick it up, it looks like a triangle." Ji Lang couldn't remember the exact appearance, but it was definitely not pure blue.

Qing Jiu thought about it, turned around and went out.

Ji Lang:?

what does this mean.

After a while, the man came back, holding something so dirty that it was hard to tell what it was. "Is this it?"

He took it to the door, shook off the dirt on it and handed it to Ji Lang.

Ji Lang took it and took a closer look. On the dark blue background, he could vaguely see two red lines of different shades. It was no longer recognizable as a hat. The threads on it were all messed up and it was tattered and in a mess.

?

No, who can tell him what this poor hat has been through?

It's just an ordinary hat.

"This is it, where did you find it?" Ji Lang asked.

"Woodshed." Qing Jiu thought about it and felt it was not accurate enough, so he added two more words.

"Cat's bed."

......

So that fellow Miaozi secretly took out his hat and took it away as a toy?

The gray hat did not become brand new after washing. It was still gray and looked dirty.

But at least it is enough to be put into the backpack and refreshed. Otherwise, even the original color would not be visible, and Ji Lang really couldn't force himself to put it in the bag.

The temperature difference between day and night is large during the windy season. Even though he has to cover himself with a quilt when he sleeps at night and wear a thick windproof jacket when he gets up early, Ji Lang couldn't stand the heat just after coming down from the mountain at noon.

Qing Jiu, who was walking behind him, naturally noticed that he was hot, and grabbed Ji Lang's collar from behind, forcing him to stop.

"Do you want to kill me?" Ji Lang accused, covering his neck which was strangled by his clothes.

What does Qing Jiu want with his life? He secretly thinks that his life belongs to Ji Lang.

I helped him unzip the front of his coat, but he didn't take it off. If he took it off immediately when he got hot, he would easily get sick if he was exposed to the wind. This person just needed to be paid attention to. If I didn't pay attention, he would definitely take off his coat in a short while.

"Don't take it off yet. It won't be hot when we get to the shady side of the mountain."

Ji Lang cooperated with his movements. He liked the feeling of this man's big hands helping him to tidy up his clothes, touching his hair, and holding him.

Practical and meticulous, containing thousands of unspeakable love.

The team that usually goes out quietly and quickly becomes lively and slow due to the addition of Jilang and Feng.

"Brother Lang, look at that yellow fruit!" Feng shouted, pointing at a tree near the cliff.

Ji Lang looked over and saw the crooked big trees, both the trunks and branches, growing wildly. The leaves on the trees had fallen a long time ago, leaving only a few strong leaves still firmly clinging to the branches, withered and yellow with a hint of black. Unlike the scattered leaves, the small yellow fruits were like the rising sun, bright yellow, hanging in bunches on the dry branches.

You know what, there really is a kind of beauty that reveals vitality in the midst of death.

"Can this fruit be eaten?" After asking, Ji Lang felt that he was asking a question in vain. After all, the most common creatures in this mountain are birds. These fruits are still hanging on the branches, telling everyone clearly that they are ripe.

It's still intact, it's strange if it's edible.

"You can't eat it. Someone in the tribe ate it because he was greedy, and his mouth is swollen." It was even worse than the last time he was stung by a bee. Feng said with lingering fear.

Ji Lang curled his lips, unable to eat, "Then what's there to see."

Feng smiled mysteriously, as if to say, "Just ask me and I'll tell you."

Ji Lang was indeed curious and wanted to cooperate with the child, so he asked again, "What is the purpose?"

"Yes, the elders in the tribe have leg and foot pains in the rainy and cold seasons. Applying this on the legs will warm them up and make them feel better. Many people are rushing to pick the fruit." Feng is a man who can't hold back. If Ji Lang hadn't asked him later, he would have said it himself. "But the place where this tree grows is very dangerous. Many people have fallen while trying to pick the fruit. Some have even accidentally fallen off a cliff and never climbed up again."

It sounds like a folk remedy that can relieve rheumatism.

Ji Lang seemed to be thinking about something. The two older people in the family, Aunt Li and Uncle Lin, were most likely to have rheumatism. They had been living in a cave that was not dry for many years and there was no kang. Not to mention the elderly, even young people might have rheumatism.

"Then should we pick some and keep them?" Such a useful medicine should be kept at home.

When Qing Jiu heard Ji Lang say this, he immediately became alert, fearing that this man would run to pick it now, so he quickly said, "This fruit is not easy to pick now, it is very strong. In the past, many people in the tribe fought for it, so you have to pick it early. No one fights here, and it will slowly fall after the rain in the rainy season. You can pick it up then."

Ji Lang understood.

Several people arrived at the coconut tree forest. Although Ji Lang had seen it once before, he still couldn't help but marvel at this magical plant. It really looked like a coconut tree, and even the color and size of the fruit were similar to coconuts.

Even the juice that hasn't dried up inside has a bit of the flavor of coconut milk. It can't really be the ancestor of coconut.

The height of each tree is not as high as the coconut tree, and it does not have a straight trunk like the coconut tree. It has some small branches, with clusters of large dark green leaves on them, and the fruits that have not been blown down are hanging below.

At a glance, you can't even see the end of the orchard.

The uneven base of the tree is filled with large and small fruits in every nook and cranny.

Ji Lang picked one up at random. The green-skinned fruit was heavy, weighing about two or three pounds. He shook it and there was a little sound of water inside.

Qingjiu and Guoqi next to them were picking up the noodles on the ground quickly. Even Feng was led by Xishi to pick up the noodles from the cart.

Ji Lang naturally didn't dare to be lazy, and soon his two baskets were filled with noodles and fruits.

The noodle fruits are big and take up a lot of space. Ji Lang has realized that picking the noodle fruits is a time-consuming and laborious job, but transporting the noodle fruits back is not an easy task.

There was a basket full of noodles, almost twenty pieces, weighing fifty or sixty kilograms. And I was not loading them very slowly because I was afraid that the basket would be crushed because it was not strong enough.

The cart can hold about four or five backpacks of noodles, but I dare not fill it too full. First, the mountain road is difficult to walk on, and the cart is shaky. If I put too much on it, some of the fruits will easily fall off. In fact, it can be said that there is no mountain road, so I just walk wherever I can. If I really can't walk, I will use a sickle to cut the weeds.

Secondly, the wheels of the cart were modified by Jilang from bicycle wheels, and may not be able to bear too much weight. Even though it can be refreshed every day, everyone still cherishes it and is very careful when using it.

Ji Lang stood up with a basket of noodles on his back, grunting. He was a little surprised and said to Qing Jiu proudly, "It felt heavy when I stood up, but it felt better after I stood up."

Qing Jiu, who had just secured the noodles on the cart with ropes, came over quickly and said, "Let me carry it."

Am I being underestimated?

Ji Lang was not convinced, "You look down on me, right? What's wrong with me carrying it? It's not like I can't carry it."

Qing Jiu imitated how he had tapped Xiao Man's forehead and lightly tapped his forehead which was covered with fine beads of sweat. "I'm not looking down on you, but the backpack I'm carrying today is big. You've never carried it before, and it's easy to get hurt if you carry such a heavy load all of a sudden. We have to go up the mountain to go home, so you should take it easy first, but it will be uncomfortable when you get up the mountain."

Besides, he had just been ill and his body had not yet fully recovered. If he got tired all of a sudden, he would fall ill again.

After carrying it for a while, Ji Lang realized that it was getting heavier and heavier, and it was a bit tight, so he stopped trying to be brave and put the backpack down obediently. "Then what should I do?"

"You help me pull the cart in front, Xishi and I will support it from behind." Qingjiu said.

Finally, Guo Qi pulled a cart in front, Feng followed behind to help push it, Ji Lang pulled another cart, Qing Jiu and Xi Shiyi carried a full basket and followed at the back to help Ji Lang push the cart.

The two men were very strong, and since the road was clearly uphill, Ji Lang felt that he didn't have to exert much effort, he just had to keep the front of the car in the right direction.

The wind started to blow on the way back to the city. Fortunately, everyone brought goggles, so walking was no longer a problem. Occasionally, branches or leaves would be blown up and hit our faces, causing pain. Things that originally had no lethality, combined with the strong wind, added a degree of danger to this already restless place.

Fortunately, we were delayed on the road and it was still daylight when we got home.

The two empty caves in the inner courtyard were packed full, so the few people did not pull the carts in. Instead, they found a place in the outer courtyard and dumped the two carts of dough fruits into a pile. There was no rain in the past few days, but there was always moisture in the morning and evening. Ji Lang covered the dough fruits with a tarpaulin and would spread them out to dry early tomorrow morning.

Xiaoman and Wu, who were sitting in the doorway playing with a few puppies, heard their noise early in the morning and went into the kitchen and called Ye to come out and open the door. Sa Shi was sitting in the yard. Her belly was getting bigger and she became less active.