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

Most of the chicken was used to stew potatoes, and the remaining half was used by Ji Lang to make chicken soup. Children who are malnourished need to be nourished, and men with injuries need nourishment even more. If they can get well quickly and work, Ji Lang will feel more relaxed.

Suddenly, from one person feeding the whole family to having to support two more people, I felt a kind of pressure that I hadn't felt for a long time.

After dinner, Jilang took out sweatpants and a T-shirt from his bag, cut a little bit of fabric and put it back, then handed the clothes to the man.

In the morning, the man saw him putting on clothes, knew that it was for him to wear, and took it and put it on the head of the kang.

Ji Lang took out the shorts he wore last night and sewed two small cloth straps on the waist so that he wouldn't have to worry about the pants falling off when he tied them.

I tried it on my child. Although it is not beautiful and a bit big, it is much better than being naked.

He continued to modify the shirt for the child. The child, who had been sitting quietly, suddenly came over, pointed at himself and uttered a syllable, then pointed at the man and uttered another syllable.

Seeing that Ji Lang didn't say anything, the child said it twice again.

Jilang suddenly realized that the child was saying their names.

Pointing at the child, "Full?"

The child nodded excitedly and pointed at himself, "Full!"

Then he pointed at the man, "Qing Jiu!"

Ji Lang imitated his pronunciation, "Xiao Man? Qing Jiu?"

The child didn't understand what the "xiao" in front of him meant, but when he heard it, he gently grabbed Ji Lang's finger and pointed it at himself.

After going back and forth a few times, Ji Lang knew their names.

Then he pointed at himself and said to Xiaoman, "Ji Lang."

Xiaoman tilted her head and looked at him in confusion, "Lang!"

"It's Jiro."

"Lang!"

"Ji Lang."

"Lang!"

……

Qing next to him suddenly spoke up, "Ji Lang."

Ji Lang turned his head and gave him a very satisfied look.

It took Ji Lang a long time to understand why Xiaoman was so obsessed with calling people with single words. In their original tribe, everyone's name was a single word, and the number at the end represented which hunting group they belonged to.

In the next few days, Xiaoman taught Jilang some simple words from time to time.

For example, eating, drinking, sleeping, fire, water, day, night and so on.

Ji Lang also began to communicate more with them, teaching Qingjiu how to use a lighter, dress, wash clothes, and use tools.

Qingjiu once saw Jilang sharpening bamboo arrows. Later, when Jilang went out hunting, Qingjiu was sharpening arrowheads in the house. Jilang saw that Qingjiu was very interested in bows and arrows, so he took the time to make one for Qingjiu and gave the small slingshot he made at the beginning to Xiaoman.

The child likes this novel toy very much. He plays with it in his hands every day and wants to hold it before sleeping.

During the day, I would go on the platform above the hut and throw small stones at the flowers and plants farther away.

Ji Lang practiced archery skills very hard. His accuracy is still not very good, but it is much better than at the beginning.

Qing Jiu's body recovered quickly, and his wounds healed much faster than Ji Lang had imagined. He got better day by day, and his appetite also improved along with his physical condition... He could eat a chicken and two large bowls of porridge in one meal.

Not only Qingjiu, but even Xiaoman looked stronger than before in just a dozen days.

The people and wild animals here are naturally strong.

Despite such a serious injury, Qingjiu only rested in the house for three days before going out. The wound on his leg had not yet healed completely and his body was wrapped in bandages, so he could not go hunting for the time being. He would take Xiaoman with him to pick some edible wild vegetables and mushrooms.

There were many that Jilang didn't recognize.

It was a rare occasion. Ji Lang caught three fish, two small and one large, using a bamboo cage he had woven by himself.

He made this bamboo cage by imitating a video he had seen before, posted by a blogger who lives in the countryside.

I have edited several by myself, but this is the only one that works.

At first, I left it in the water for three days, and all the chicken innards were eaten up, but I just couldn’t catch any fish.

So this time, Ji Lang, who had not held out much hope, lifted the fish cage out of the water and found that there were actually fish struggling inside.

In the evening, the two small fish were used to make fish soup, the big fish was braised, and the staple food was steamed wild vegetable dumplings made by adding some flour to the wild vegetables picked by Qingjiu and Xiaoman.

They picked a wild vegetable with purple leaves. It tasted sweet with a little bitterness when eaten raw. The purple leaves were crispy and the green leaf stems were very soft.

Even the wild vegetable dumplings steamed with unfermented flour are very good. You can taste the crispy leaves when you take a bite, and the taste is very rich.

Qingjiu can now walk freely without a cane, and after dinner he takes the initiative to clean up and wash the pots and dishes.

Xiaoman has become very familiar with the kitten. The kitten, who seldom let Jilang touch it before, now sticks to Xiaoman's belly like a dog-skin plaster, purring comfortably.

看来不管是哪里的猫，都是既尊老，又爱幼，逮着中间的使劲揍啊。

Ji Lang always felt that the engineer shovel was a bit short. He studied it many times but failed to make a suitable extended handle. Now looking at Qing Jiu's retired walking stick, he wanted to try again.

After cleaning up the pots and pans, Qing Jiu looked at Ji Lang scratching his head and gesticulating here and there, and gradually understood his intention. He reached out and took the shovel and crutch from Ji Lang's hands.

Qing is really good at hands-on work, and it didn’t take long before an extended shovel was completed.

Unlike Jilang who was stubborn and wanted to fix the iron handle on the wood, Qingjiu used Jilang's toolbox to chisel a groove in the original wooden handle that could fit the iron rod, and then nailed a circle of wood at the joint, making it very sturdy.

Ji Lang tried it and felt no looseness at all.

The next day, Jilang did not go hunting, but went to cut down some tree trunks as thick as bowls and continued to modify the tools.

Then they had longer axes, longer knives, longer shovels, and stronger hoes.

The two of them gradually developed a tacit understanding, and most of the time, Qing Jiu could understand what Ji Lang meant without him making any gestures.

Most of the modified tools are much more useful than Jilang himself imagined.

As expected, no matter when, we should never underestimate human wisdom.

And most of the time, Ji Lang felt that he had been influenced by the inertial thinking of modern knowledge and had become less able to think of his own things.

On the contrary, Qing Jiu, who had never been exposed to these things, always impressed Ji Lang with his rich imagination, and he even gradually began to admire this man.

In less than half a month, Qing's wound had almost healed, and Xiaoman had grown some flesh visibly, which made Ji Lang feel a sense of accomplishment.

The weather is not very good. It has been gray since the day before yesterday, and it has been drizzling from time to time.

When Ji Lang first built the roof, he was afraid that water would get in, so he put a layer of moisture-proof mat under the leaves on the roof and also fixed moisture-proof mats on the walls of the house. He slowly refreshed one every day for more than ten days.

So as long as there is no heavy rain for many consecutive days, the waterproofing of this house is pretty good.

It just keeps raining and I can only stay in the house, which is a bit boring.

The rain finally stopped that afternoon and the sun came out for a rare occasion.

Qingjiu took Xiaoman to pick mushrooms, and Jilang went to see his traps and fish cages.

The mountains are very quiet after the rain. I don’t know where the birds that usually chirp have gone. The mountains and fields are all covered with different shades of green. The sun shines on the water droplets, and they flash in the wind, like the rippling green surface of a lake.

Ji Lang was not in the mood to appreciate the beautiful scenery now. He was only concerned about whether there were prey in the trap and whether the fish cage was broken.

Unfortunately, there was nothing in many of the traps, and two of them even had holes left by being washed away by rain.

When he walked to the trap at the foot of the mountain, Ji Lang felt something was strange. Although the weeds on the mountain were all crooked due to the wind and rain, the grass here was even more messy. It was not until he saw the bloodstains and half a rabbit head in the trap that Ji Lang guessed that other carnivores had come.

This guess was confirmed after Jilang saw animal feces not far away. The feces had been washed away by rain, revealing a large pile of undigested bones. It can be imagined that the maker should be a large carnivore.

Ji Lang did not dare to delay and hurried up the mountain. Qing and Xiaoman had not returned yet. Ji Lang knew where they usually picked mushrooms, so he hurried over with an axe.

When Xiaoman saw Ji Lang, he trotted over, hugged his calves, and looked up at him in confusion.

Ji Lang didn't explain much. He picked up Xiaoman, grabbed Qingjiu who was still digging wild vegetables, pointed in the direction of home, and walked back.

Qing Jiu didn't ask any more questions and followed Ji Lang back slowly.

After arriving home, looking at the puzzled eyes of the two, one big and one small, Ji Lang was very confused about how to explain the matter clearly. Although they could communicate simply recently, it did not mean that he could explain the matter clearly.

After scratching his head and gesturing for a long time, Ji Lang finally gave up.

He simply left Xiaoman in the house first. To be on the safe side, Ji Lang also locked the door with a bicycle lock.

Ji Lang gave Qingjiu an axe, and he carried a bow and arrow and a hoe, and the two went down the mountain together.

Qing Jiu's expression became solemn after seeing the pile of feces.

At night, Ji Lang, who was worried, tossed and turned on the kang and couldn't fall asleep. It was a terrible feeling. There was a danger lurking around him. You didn't know if he would appear or when, but his danger was deadly.

Even though Ji Lang has been here for quite some time, most of the time he still cannot stay alert to the dangers around him.

In these wild mountains and wildernesses, the wild grass in some places is taller than that in other places. Even if there is a wolf pack hiding in there, he will not be able to find it.

They were frightened like this for several days, and the two of them usually did not go out separately, for fear of facing unknown dangers head-on. Qingjiu asked Xiaoman to stay in the house for the past few days. Fortunately, the child was very obedient and had long been accustomed to being alone. Now he could play with the kittens, there were many foods he had never seen before, and it was very warm. At least he didn't have to stay in the cave with an empty stomach and suffer the cold.

It rained in the evening and the temperature dropped.

Ji Lang, who hadn't slept well for several days, had just fallen asleep wrapped in a quilt when he heard a tiger's roar.

Ji Lang turned over with a start and climbed up. He had just opened his eyes and was not yet used to the darkness. He reached out to the side and saw Xiaoman sitting up. Ji Lang covered him with a blanket. The child moved closer to him, and his little hands groped for Ji Lang's arm, as if this would make him feel more secure.

Qing Jiu, who was sleeping inside, had already sat up.

At this time, there was another tiger roar.

It was very close, as if just not far from the roof.

Ji Lang even felt the vibration of the tiger's roar.

Could it be that he came here specifically because of the smell?

He was so scared that he was like a quail. He dared not make any sound and huddled quietly in the corner of the kang.

After the tiger's roar, there was silence for a long time, with occasional rustling sounds of wild grass rustling. I didn't know if it was because of the tiger walking or the wind.

After waiting for an unknown amount of time, there was no more sound from outside, and Ji Lang's hands, which were holding Xiaoman, were so numb that he couldn't move.

The child couldn't hold on any longer and fell asleep, still holding on to Ji Lang tightly.

Ji Lang simply hugged him and lay down again.

Qing Jiu next to him also lay down.

Night is not a good time for them to hunt, but it is the home ground of these beasts.