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

I often see a few black balls lying down and taking a nap when they are tired of playing. Now that their fur has become thicker, there is no need to worry about them catching a cold.

The weather was groggy and Ji Lang had taken a nap for a long time. He wanted to wake up but felt too weak. Suddenly, he felt a pair of small hands grabbing his arms. He opened his eyes with great effort. Xiaoman nestled in his arms, saw that he was awake, and called him with a smile.

Then he exclaimed as if he saw something.

He reached out and touched the thin rope hanging around Ji Lang's neck. At the bottom of the rope was a wolf's tooth.

Xiaoman pointed at the wolf tooth and asked, "Isn't this Uncle Qing?"

Qingjiu's wolf fang had always been hanging on his bone knife, so Xiaoman had seen it many times.

Ji Lang didn't expect Xiaoman to recognize it. He touched his head and said, "Yes, but Qing gave it to me now."

Xiaoman tilted his head and thought for a while. He didn't understand why he wanted to give the wolf fang to Lang. But seeing how much Lang cherished the wolf fang, he made a decision, "Then I will give you the first fang I get in the future."

Qing Jiu didn't expect to hear Xiao Man say this as soon as he entered the room. He pulled him out of Ji Lang's arms with anger and amusement, patted his butt, and said, "Grow up first."

Xiaoman was very dissatisfied with his behavior and his words. She snorted angrily and went to bother Chuan and Wu who were still asleep.

Qing Jiu raised his eyebrows. This little guy hasn't grown up physically, but his temper has gotten worse.

She lowered her head to look at Ji Lang, who was smiling, and quickly bent down to kiss his forehead.

Ji Lang was startled and glanced at the child next to him like a thief. Fortunately, he didn't notice the movement here.

He reached out and pinched Qingjiu's cheek as a punishment. How come even the flesh on this guy's face was so firm?

"Are you going to pick some fruits this afternoon?" Ji Lang asked him.

Qing Jiu handed the cup of water to the person who had just sat up, "No, it's going to rain in the afternoon, so I'll chop wood at home."

Ji Lang's plan to follow him out to see if he could find some other food was shattered.

"Then I'll try steaming buns." Ji Lang said, having been talking about it for a long time but never getting around to putting it into practice.

To be on the safe side, Ji Lang called Ye to join him in mixing two bowls of dough, one bowl containing pure bean flour and the other half containing half flour.

Ji Lang used warm water to knead the dough, then added two handfuls of firewood into the stove to warm up the kang connected to the stove. Finally, he covered the basin with a lid and put it away.

This is how my grandma made dough when I was a child. She could fill a basin with dough in two or three hours.

Ji Lang felt that these were the most difficult two hours for him. He just waited for time to pass slowly. He first went to the yard to take a look at the beef cubes in the oven, then went to see the meat and sausages that were still being smoked, and added a handful of dried cypress leaves.

Only half an hour had passed.

He stroked Da Mao, Er Mao and San Mao for a while, waking up the three chubby black balls and coaxing them to sleep. He woke them up again. Even Liefeng was annoyed by Ji Lang and left his nest to go to the yard to get some fresh air.

The time hasn’t come yet, not even halfway through.

Resisting the urge to lift the lid and take a look, Ji Lang ran to the outer courtyard again.

Ye, who was sitting in the kitchen, smiled and shook his head. It was rare to see Ji Lang so anxious. He wondered how magical this steamed bun was.

Guo Qi and Qing Jiu were working together to saw a tree trunk that was so big that each person could hug it. Xi Shi was chopping wood nearby, and Sa Shi was sitting by the sink next to the water pipe, looking at the fish inside.

Most of them were caught when they went out. They kept the alive ones and ate the dead ones directly. Now there are more than 20 big fish and dozens of small fish in this large tank.

Seeing Ji Lang coming out, the bored Sa Shi immediately called him over, "Xiao Lang, come and see, the fish that Feng caught last time has given birth."

Ji Lang knew which one she was talking about because the fish was really beautiful. The little ones even gave it a name, "The Little Mermaid".

It was a species that Jilang did not recognize. It had a light yellow body, but its tail gradually turned into a dark orange color. Moreover, it was not an ordinary Y-shaped tail. The tail was longer than the body, and more like a long skirt with flowing light and soft material.

When swimming underwater, the fish's tail occasionally opens up, like a peacock spreading its tail, and when illuminated by the sun, it has a sparkling beauty.

Ji Lang walked closer and saw that there were indeed a dozen small red dots following the "Little Mermaid"'s butt.

It's strange. Logically speaking, it should have been autumn in the previous world. How come dogs, sheep, ducks, and fish all gave birth to puppies in this season?

"Should we separate them?" Sa Shi said, looking at the little red dot behind the "Little Mermaid". "Look, there is a big fish following behind and trying to eat the little fish."

He pointed his finger to Jilang.

Jiro moved closer.

Sure enough, the crucian carps behind the little red dot opened and closed their mouths, trying to suck the small fish in front into their mouths. "We have to separate them." Ji Lang took a look and wanted to find a pottery jar or something to fish out this beautiful fish and its cubs first.

The two of them squatted by the sink and looked at the little mermaid for a while.

I almost forgot to look at the ducks.

During the day, Ji Lang would come out to open the door of the duck cage, but the ducks were incubating eggs and rarely came out. It was the same today. Ji Lang didn't know much about incubating eggs, so he couldn't tell how long the eggs had been incubated, nor could he calculate the specific time for them to hatch. So whether these ducklings could hatch successfully depended on fate.

As for how to keep these ducks and sheep warm in the cold season, Ji Lang's initial plan is to use the ashes from cooking and burning the kang. He can shovel some for them every day. Moreover, they are more adaptable to the climate here than Ji Lang. If they can survive in the wild without caves and hay, then the conditions here are better. It should not be a big problem.

The long two hours finally passed. Seeing that the time was almost up, Ji Lang immediately rushed into the kitchen.

At first glance, you can see the bamboo lid propped up by the risen dough.

Hehe, there is indeed a silver lining.

It was a bit difficult to open the lid as it was still stuck to the dough.

Jilang also opened another bowl that was half filled with flour. Although it didn't rise as well as the one with pure bean flour, it had expanded a lot and would definitely be able to be used to steam buns.

"Is this okay?" Ye followed in and asked Ji Lang, who looked happy.

"That's enough, that's enough. Knead the dough and let the air out." Ji Lang said as he pushed the dough out of the bowl.

A bit sticky.

Let Ye help to serve a bowl of flour.

The two of them began to knead the buns busily.

Later, Li and Lan also came in. Ji Lang remembered that his grandmother would take a long time to steam buns when he was a child. Now that there were more people, they could do it much faster.

Soon, both pots of steamed buns were put into the pot.

The fire at the bottom of the pot never went out, and soon steam came up.

Ji Lang put on the lid of the seldom-used ceramic pot. The lid was heavy and did not keep out heat. They rarely used it for cooking, but they had to use it for steaming buns.

It’s still not very convenient. When the cold season is over and I have time, I will have to figure out how to burn the iron.

The iron pot, the tools used in daily life, and the axes and long knives used now all need to be improved.

Half an hour later, two pots of fluffy steamed buns came out of the pot.

"It's amazing, how did it become so big and softer than before!" Ye didn't care about the heat and reached out to pinch the big steamed bun that was a little black and yellow several times.

This steamed bun looks a bit like the brown sugar bun that Jilang had eaten before. It doesn’t look good, but it has a refreshing fragrance.

Several people shared one and tasted it, and couldn't stop praising it.

It is soft and a little sweet, and has a different taste from the pancakes and noodles I have eaten before.

The stew for dinner was steamed buns, two big pots of steamed buns, both with two layers, with almost a dozen or twenty steamed buns in each layer. The whole family almost ate the whole pot for one meal.

Jilang: ...

Originally, he planned to steam the buns just to give everyone a staple food and make cooking easier. But with the way they were eaten today, it seemed like he had to steam buns every day.

Since they didn't have to go out at night, they usually ate vegetables, noodles, fruits and beans. They didn't eat much meat, just enough to eat until they were half full and not hungry. Tonight was an exception. No one wasted the food. After dinner, no one went back to the house to rest. Some people chopped wood, and some people pulled the mill.

The children were also busy. Ji Lang was teaching them basic addition, subtraction and multiplication tables these days. They used stones to practice counting and addition and subtraction during the day, and at night they followed Ji Lang to recite the multiplication tables.

I forgot that a few people can remind each other, and when Ji Lang hears the mistakes, he will help them correct them.

Ji Lang has no experience in tutoring or enlightenment for children, so now he just teaches them one by one. Even if the children cannot understand, it is better for them to remember a little bit. At least they will not make mistakes in basic arithmetic in the future.

The wind has gradually died down in the past few days, but the temperature has also slowly dropped. When I woke up in the morning, I felt a bit of a bit of chill in the air, so Ji Lang took out the clothes from the shelf.

At this temperature, you have to add a layer of fleece inside the jacket. The fleece jacket that Lan modified is very comfortable to wear. They are not used to wearing clothes that stick tightly to their bodies, so the modified clothes are slightly loose but not too big.

When the door curtain was opened, a gust of cold wind blew in, making Ji Lang shiver. Fortunately, he was wearing a fleece jacket, and now he felt warm on his chest and back.

Xiaoman and a few others were squatting in the doorway playing with the puppies.

Ji Lang shouted, "Are you guys cold?"

Little Radish-Head Chuan, with his neck tucked tightly into his clothes, said in his childish voice, "It's not cold!" in a crisp and energetic voice.

The next few people did the same thing, shrinking their necks and saying they were not cold.

Jilang: ...

It's not cold yet.

"Don't be so stubborn. Go back to the house and put on more clothes." Ji Lang said.

Xiaoman ran to the door of the house, "Why add clothes, Lang?"

His eyes were full of expectation.

Children have a longing for new clothes, new toys, new friends and all new things that adults cannot understand.

Ji Lang picked up the fleece jacket on the kang, helped him take off his coat, put on the fleece jacket, and then put on his coat.

The child touched his belly curiously. The zipper of his coat was not zipped up yet, so he was touching the fleece jacket he had just put on.

"It's so warm and soft." Even his voice was filled with joy.

The few people who followed behind also went back to the house to find their fleece jackets to put on.

Chuan didn't know what to look for, so he twisted his little butt and ran to the kitchen door and yelled, "Amu!"

Lan thought something was wrong with him, so she quickly wiped the water off her hands, opened the door curtain and walked out, "What's wrong, son?"

The little guy came close to Am's legs and muttered about what had just happened. It took Lan a while to understand that this guy was going to wear new clothes.

Pinching her son's nose, Lan said, "Didn't you just wear this coat today? I sewed some fur inside for you because I was afraid you would be cold."

Chuan is still young, and it would be easy for him to feel strangled if he wears too many layers. Also, he is always running around and playing, so the clothes are easy to move around. The little kid basically doesn't realize that his clothes are moving around, so he can easily catch a cold, so Lan simply sewed a fleece jacket onto his little coat and put a soft lining inside to keep it in place, so there is no need to worry about him moving around.