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

Ji Lang stared at Lie Feng with such obvious disdain that Li couldn't help but laugh, "It's okay, Xiao Lang, the mud will fall off when Lie Feng runs after it dries, it won't be a problem."

The sounds of several people talking and walking outside were heard, saving Liefeng who was about to be pulled by the hair.

After opening the door, I saw several people outside, half of their bodies were covered in mud, and their pants were so stained that you couldn't even see their original color.

But they all looked happy.

Two big wild boars were carried back. One was covered in mud and it was hard to tell whether it was dead or alive. Its limbs were tied and placed on a cart. The other one was carried by Qing Jiu and Guo Qi using a thick wooden stick. It was still alive, and its bound limbs were shaking as it struggled.

Several people carefully lifted the two wild boars and placed them in the corner, then went to the sink to wash them.

Xiaoying's face was still full of excitement. When she saw Liefeng behind Ji Lang, she started praising him, "Liefeng is so smart and amazing." She kept on telling Ji Lang about the situation.

It turned out that when Liefeng got up early and went out, he ran to the lake and found a wild boar stuck in the mud in a small puddle on the other side that they usually didn't go to. Knowing that he couldn't handle it, he hurried back to call for help.

When Qing Jiu followed it to the foot of the mountain, he met a group of people who were cutting down the big tree that was blowing the splits into smaller pieces so that they could pull it back home. They all followed it to the lake and took a lot of effort to get the wild boar out of the mud. The wild boar, which had already struggled with little strength, struggled and roared even more after knowing that these people had bad intentions, and finally slowly stopped moving.

A few people had just dragged the wild boar out of the mud and sat on the ground to catch their breath. Then, as if they heard a roar, another wild boar rushed towards them from somewhere. It took some effort to subdue this one.

Ji Lang was secretly happy, why is it a buy one get one free deal?

The people over there washed their heads directly into the water pipe, not afraid of the cold. Ji Lang wanted to boil some hot water before washing, but then he thought of these people's strong physiques, which were different from his, and finally did not speak.

Liefeng also came over and stood under the water pipe for a while, and the black hair on his body slowly appeared.

A group of people worked hard for an entire afternoon before they finally cleaned up the two big wild boars.

Smoked meat tastes better with some fat. Jilang carefully cut some parts that looked good and marinated them, and then made sausages. This time, the sausages were not air-dried, but hung in a pottery kiln together with the meat and smoked.

It is best to use cypress leaves to smoke meat. Cypress leaves contain a lot of oil, and they can easily produce a lot of smoke when lit. They also have a very special smell. The smoked meat and sausages are fragrant, and most importantly, the meat smoked with cypress leaves can be stored for a longer time.

I learned these from my grandma during Chinese New Year when I was a child. I never thought that they would be so useful sometimes.

At that time, there was only one place where the villagers planted cypress trees, which was on the graves of their ancestors. It was said that this could prevent the tombs from being eaten by insects and prevent the ancestors from being bullied by other little ghosts.

Every time when cypress leaves were needed to smoke meat, Ji Lang would go to the grave to break off branches and leaves. It was a taboo in the villagers that adults could not disturb the sleep of their ancestors. Children had light feet and could not be woken up. Even if they woke up, they would not blame the younger children easily when they saw that they were children of the same generation.

Things are much simpler here. Ji Lang had prepared a lot of cypress leaves early on. In fact, he didn't need to prepare anything. The wind was strong and there were many cypress trees in the mountains. Many leaves were still on the branches of many large trees that were blown off. He could just go out and pick them up when they were collecting firewood.

The pork that had been marinated overnight no longer had any fishy smell, but the rich smell of seasoning and white wine was still in the kitchen. Ji Lang fried a lot of salt and hemp fruit, carefully applied salt to every corner of each piece of meat, and took it to the pottery kiln next to it, and hung it a little further inside, together with the sausages, and placed them neatly. Ji Lang also processed the three remaining pork legs from making sausages and hung them up together. No one could finish it all at once, so they smoked it into bacon and kept it for later consumption.

First, light a fire with dry grass at a point near the door, and then add cypress leaves on it after the fire gets bigger. Soon, a lot of smoke slowly comes out. The wind from the door blows in from time to time, blowing the smoke towards the direction where the meat is hanging.

In this way, the smoked meat will be completely smoked. If you put the fire directly under the meat, part of it will be roasted or burnt. Although the taste is not bad, it is not pure smoked meat.

Ji Lang picked out some of the bones and internal organs of the two wild boars and kept them. The rest were taken away to worship the mountain gods. Especially the big bones in the legs, which were kept. Ji Lang found that the

People don't have the habit of eating bone marrow, but he craves it.

When the well-cooked big bone is cracked open, the bone marrow strips as thick as fingers come out with a suck. Ji Lang is very happy holding the big bone and sucking it.

Qing Jiu, who was sitting opposite him, saw him holding a bone and sucking twice.

He didn't suck it out, but instead licked it with his tongue.

It was obviously a very normal scene, but Qing Jiu felt his whole body go numb immediately, and the blood in his body seemed to be rushing to somewhere uncontrollably. The image of this person squatting between his legs flashed through his mind.

Scalp numbness.

He quickly drank half the bowl of soup in two gulps, then stood up and went out.

I took several deep breaths of air standing at the kitchen door before I realized

Calm down a little.

I can't help wanting to be close to Jilang, so I have to think of a way. It's windy during the day and Jilang doesn't like to go out. At night, there's a little brat next to him who won't let me do anything serious. I always fool him and I feel like I'm going to suffocate.

Obviously, this had never happened before I met Jilang.

I am a little annoyed that my ability to control has become so poor.

I couldn't help but feel excited and happy when I got close to Jilang.

Qing Jiu stood outside and thought for a moment.

In the doorway, Feng was playing with the puppies with his two little ones.

Qing Jiu said, "Wu, come here for a moment."

Wu reluctantly put down the leaves he was using to tease the dog and ran over.

Although he was not a playful person, the puppies were so cute and chubby that he couldn't help but want to play with them.

"What's the matter, Brother Qing?" Knowing that his brother would not look for him when he had nothing to do, Wu asked directly.

Qing Jiu led his men to another doorway in the east and lowered his voice, "Take Xiao Man and sleep in your cave tonight."

Wu is not a little brat like Xiaoman who knows nothing. He knows that there are some interactions between adults that children cannot hear or see.

It's not like he can't help. "Then how should I tell him?"

Qing Jiu thought for a moment and said, "Just tell him a bedtime story."

Wu said, "But I can't tell stories."

"You tell him the story of the mermaid, it goes like this..." Qingjiu told Wu the story that Ji Lang had told him before, bit by bit.

This afternoon, everyone saw that Wu, who usually didn't stick to his brother, was following Qingjiu like a little follower.

Qingjiu, who usually went without speaking for half a day, whispered to Wu for the entire afternoon.

When it was time for dinner, Wu suddenly said, "Xiao Man, come and sleep in our cave tonight."

Xiaoman, who was biting a potato pancake seriously, asked, "Why?" He didn't want to, he wanted to sleep next to Lang.

Wu said, "I want to tell you and Feng a story, but I don't want to tell it twice. Can you come over tonight and listen to it together?"

Xiaoman, who wanted to listen to a story but also wanted to sleep next to Jilang, looked conflicted.

Feng became curious, "What's the story? Can't you tell it now?"

Hearing this, Xiaoman's eyes lit up. If he told the story now, he could listen to the story and sleep next to Lang.

Qing Jiu, who had been listening to their conversation with his ears perked up, coughed lightly and said, "Let's eat first. We still have to work after dinner. You can talk slowly in the evening."

Those who also want to hear the story:?

There's not that much work to do, just listening to a story.

Wu, who reacted quickly after hearing this, said, "Yes, yes, yes, I want to lie on the kang and talk slowly."

Xishi had now realized Qingjiu's purpose. He raised his eyebrows, said nothing, and gave Qingjiu a meaningful smile.

Qing Jiu, who thought he was thick-skinned and not afraid of being teased, had his ears slowly turn red. Fortunately, his hair was long enough to cover it.

Only Xiaoman was still struggling, and finally looked at Ji Lang pitifully.

Ji Lang didn't understand what Wu and Qingjiu were up to. "It's okay. Go to Wu's place and sleep for a night. Come back and tell me the stories you've heard."

Qingjiu paused with his chopsticks.

Xiaoman nodded obediently, "Then I have to listen carefully and remember everything before I can tell it to Lang."

Qing Jiu spoke again, "Then I'll take your quilt and pillow over later."

The child rarely received such treatment from Qing Jiu, and smiled happily, showing a few small teeth, "Thank you."

Ji Lang realized it later and looked back, rolled his eyes, with an expression that said, "Don't think I don't know what you're thinking."

Qing Jiu showed a rare expression on his face and shrugged his shoulders. Where he was going had nothing to do with me.

In the end, it was not Qingjiu who took the quilt. Ji Lang held the child and the quilt, and the two of them went into the cave next door. Xishi was still busy outside and had not come back yet. Feng Hewu was already washing his face.

Feng, who had always wanted to listen to a story, saw Xiaoman coming in and quickly called him to wash his face together. He then thought about cleaning up quickly and lying on the kang to listen to the story.

Xiaoman immediately jumped up and joined them to wash their faces together.

Ji Lang helped the child put away the quilt, then went back to the cave to get Xiaoman’s special pillow.

As soon as Qing Jiu returned to the room, he sat down on the kang and stared at Ji Lang motionlessly. From the time he entered the room and took the pillow from the kang, his eyes never left Ji Lang.

Like a hungry wolf that has been hungry for a long time.

If the look in his eyes could materialize, Ji Lang felt that he might be naked by now.

When he reached the head of the kang and was about to leave, he was grabbed. Ji Lang tried to break free, but Qing Jiu kissed him. His strong arms tightly wrapped around his waist, and they struggled for a long time before letting go. Qing Jiu then used her hand to wipe the corners of Ji Lang's mouth.

"Go quickly, I can't wait any longer."

Ji Lang was speechless...

How anxious you are.

Not to mention, Ji Lang was aroused by his teasing and felt an indescribable eagerness.

It was destined to be a night of pleasure and pain.

Xiaoman was not around, and Ji Lang couldn't hold back his voice several times.

After shouting, he asked Qingjiu with some concern, "Will Xishi next to him hear it?"

Qing Jiu worked hard.

Why is this person still worrying about these trivial things at this time?

Soon, Ji Lang lost all his mind and consciousness again, and could only watch Qing Jiu's movements rise and fall.

I got up late as expected.

It was a rare sunny day. The sun was high in the sky and the sunlight shone on the windows. Even through the windows made of such thick moisture-proof mats, some light could faintly shine through.

Although he went to bed a little late, Ji Lang slept soundly and relaxed.

I couldn't help but stretch.

Then a strange cry attracted several children playing in the yard to come in and watch.

"Lang, what's wrong with you?"

"Brother Lang, are you sick?"

"How can someone scream so loudly when they are sick? Are you hungry? There is food left for you in the kitchen."