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

I watched the skewers of meat being roasted from red to grayish white, then coated with a slight yellow, and finally turning golden yellow.

The whole little house smelled of barbecue and spices.

Ji Lang applied another layer of sauce he made himself, but it was a pity that there was no cumin, otherwise it would have been more fragrant.

This roasted lamb is neither fat nor greasy, with a crispy skin, chewy meat, and a special aroma.

The three of them ate meat and drank soup. It was already three o'clock in the afternoon when they finished their meal. They were all very satisfied, especially Xiaoman. His belly was visibly round and bulging, but he still wanted to eat more. Ji Lang was worried that he would upset his stomach, so he didn't give him any more. Finally, he circled around Ji Lang twice, and when he saw that Ji Lang really wouldn't give him any, he sat on the small stool pitifully and licked his fingers.

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Ji Lang paused as he was about to clean up the mess. "Not really, not at all. Why do I feel like I'm abusing you when you do this?"

Except for the day when he first confirmed the presence of a tiger, Qing Jiu's expression was solemn for a while. He fiddled with the engineering shovel and bow and arrow for half the night, and the next day he returned to his previous expressionless look.

Although he was unable to communicate, Ji Lang could see the determination and confidence in Qing's eyes.

There was no worry, but rather he was more like a hunter, waiting for some large prey to fall into his trap without any preparation.

Ji Lang's originally worried heart gradually calmed down.

Originally, Ji Lang had the mentality that tigers were protected animals and should not be hunted casually.

But when I saw with my own eyes that it bit a large adult bison with two bites, it did not kill it outright. Instead, after biting the bison, it sat quietly on the ground and watched the bison struggle to run a few meters, then jumped over and bit it again.

After repeating this several times, the bison finally became exhausted and fell to the ground motionless.

A massacre without any suspense.

But it seemed to find it boring, so it casually took a few bites of the bison's belly, then walked away into the grass, wagging its tail listlessly.

Ji Lang had seen the village cats playing with mice before, but when he was no longer a bystander but a "mouse" that might be killed, all the talk of protecting animals and driving them away was just nonsense.

This is a life-and-death fight.

Fearing that Ji Lang might have heard the noise before he went far, Ji Lang and Qing Jiu quietly climbed down from the top of the mountain. Fortunately, Qing Jiu noticed the noise and took him to lie down in the grass on the top of the mountain without moving, only then did they see this horrifying scene.

Qing Jiu tightly grasped the axe in his hand. He liked this weapon very much and wanted to try out its power. This big beast could be used as a test weapon.

With his ability, a big beast is not a big deal. As long as it is not a large wild animal appearing in groups, he is confident that he can deal with it.

But now he is the only hunter here, and his injured legs and back will have some impact on strenuous exercise. He needs more patience and planning to ensure the safety of himself, Xiaoman and Jilang.

Ji Lang looked at Qing who was walking beside him thoughtfully. Why did he feel that this man was excited and eager to try?

?

No, brother, it can’t be what he thinks, right?

That's a tiger!

King of the Forest!!

King of Beasts!!!

Ji Lang grabbed Qing who was still thinking, pointed in the direction of the tiger, pointed at Qing, and waved his hands frantically, "You can't go by yourself!"

Qing also gestured and occasionally mixed in a few words that Ji Lang could understand, to show that he was fine.

Ji Lang firmly disagreed.

In the end, no one convinced the other. Ji Lang lay on the kang, completely sleepless, patting Xiao Man's back.

The kitten was jumping up and down on the corner of the kang, performing a one-man show, and from time to time it would stretch out its claws to whip Ji Lang's exposed toes.

Under any other circumstances, Ji Lang would have picked up Fate by the scruff of the neck to teach it a lesson, but today, Ji Lang's mind was elsewhere and he completely ignored the mischief of this little rascal.

The kitten was having fun, but it squatted there and looked at the human who usually ruffled its fur with some confusion, wondering why he was so rude today.

Actually ignored it.

Ji Lang's original plan was to dig a trap and put some smelly offal in it to attract the tiger.

But today we saw a tiger teasing a bison, and in the end it just took a couple of symbolic bites and walked away, which means it had no shortage of food, so Jilang's plan might not succeed.

Maybe the smell can really attract the tiger, but the timing of its arrival is uncertain. Ji Lang and Qing Jiu cannot wait by the trap to make the final move. Although there are no other visible dangers on the mountain except this tiger, it is hard to say how many hidden dangers there are.

Moreover, the workload and difficulty of setting a trap that can completely trap a tiger are not comparable to those of a small trap used to catch rabbits and pheasants.

It is difficult to achieve in a short period of time.

It seems that he has to think of some other ways. Ji Lang began to think about the kind of net he had seen on TV dramas before, which could catch the prey that stepped into the trap.

My thoughts gradually became confused and just when I felt a little sleepy, I heard the vibration sound of a large animal walking.

Ji Lang shuddered, held his breath and began to listen to the noise outside.

Sure enough, it came again.

Ji Lang can now be sure that this big guy must have come here following the smell. In addition to cooking and heating the kang every day, there is not only the smell of food, but also a strong smell of smoke.

Moreover, when they go out hunting and digging wild vegetables, they will also leave behind smells and traces.

There can't be two tigers in one mountain. If there is an inexplicable smell in its territory, it will definitely come to investigate.

It is only a matter of time before the cabin is discovered, so we have to find a solution quickly.

Ji Lang was thinking about it when he suddenly realized that the child had quietly crawled into his arms, and like a kitten, found a comfortable position and nestled in obediently.

The first time I heard a tiger roar, Ji Lang was sleeping with his child in his arms.

From then on, whenever the child heard the tiger roar at night, he would quietly crawl into his arms.

So cute! The little guy thinks he doesn’t know and secretly crawls back into his bed every morning when he wakes up.

It's very strange. Qingjiu and Xiaoman should be more familiar with each other than Ji Lang, and Qingjiu has a higher sense of security, but Xiaoman prefers to stick to Ji Lang.

This made Jilang feel a little proud.

She often looks like, "Look, I'm more popular," which makes Qingjiu laugh uncontrollably.

The noise outside was still continuing. It seemed that because it could smell something but couldn't find anything unusual, its movements were a little impatient.

After making a fuss for a while without any result, they slowly left.

Ji Lang breathed a sigh of relief, but didn't dare make a sound.

I don’t know how long it had been, but outside I heard the rustling sound of weeds, accompanied by heavy footsteps.

Why is it back again?

No! It didn't come back. It didn't leave at all. It was hiding in the grass.

Ji Lang couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, luckily he didn't make any sound.

This guy is so smart!

The animals here are much smarter than Jilang had imagined, and it was indeed not an illusion.

This time it did not make a fuss. Instead, it circled the mountain twice and still found nothing. Then it lay down, rested for a while, and then went down the mountain.

Ji Lang listened to the noise and muttered to himself, "Are you not really leaving this time, or are you planning to come back?"

As I thought about this, I gradually felt sleepy.

When I woke up, it was already bright day and the house smelled of baked potatoes and rice porridge.

Xiaoman sat on the edge of the kang, swinging her legs in clothes that had to be altered several times before they could barely fit her.

Seeing Ji Lang wake up, his big, blinking eyes narrowed into a smile.

It was cold when he got up in the morning, so Ji Lang put on the fur vest hanging on the clothes rack to keep him warm.

The animal skins that Qingjiu and Xiaoman wore at the beginning had been specially treated. They had no odor after washing, and the fur was very soft and warm.

Ji Lang didn't throw it away, but changed them into vests.

Including the rabbits and sheep they had hunted recently, the skins were peeled off and the remaining fat was scraped off. Qingjiu soaked them in a dark red mud mixed with several plants that Jilang had never seen before, and then hung them in a ventilated place to dry. After that, the mud was rubbed off bit by bit, and the skins were fixed with ropes and put into the river to be washed for three days. After the cleaned skins were dried, they became soft and odorless.

Ji Lang originally thought that he had a golden finger and a down jacket, and he would not need these furs even in winter, so he wanted to persuade Qingjiu not to waste time on this, but Qingjiu still insisted on dealing with the furs.

It was a habit developed since childhood. For Qing Jiu, animal furs were not only clothes to cover important parts of the body for survival in the wild, but also important items to keep warm in the cold season. He would not stop doing these things just because of Ji Lang's dissuasion. After all, little by little, it would add up to a lot. It would be too late to accumulate furs when the cold season came. When he was in the tribe, he had dealt with a lot of furs, but the ones he could get in the cold season were limited, just enough to keep warm. When the cold season was too cold, the furs were not only used to wear on the body, but also to cover the body when sleeping. Most of the people who froze to death in the tribe every cold season were children. They did not have strong enough bodies and sufficient furs. By the time someone found them, they had already frozen to death quietly.

Qingjiu was boiling water and cooking in the house. He had a strong learning ability and after watching it a few times, he was able to master it by figuring it out on his own. Now he could even cook simple porridge and noodles.

The people who cook in the tribe are basically the elderly and women who are not strong enough. The last time Qingjiu cooked in the tribe was when he was very young. At that time, he could not run fast and could not go out, so he could only follow Am to help.

Thinking of Am, Qing Jiushengfan's hand paused slightly. He had explored the surroundings several times in the past few days, and there was no other sign of life around. It seemed that Am and the others did not come in this direction.

This is the south of the tribe. He left the tribe with Man and headed eastwards towards the sun. He circled all the way here but did not meet his family.

It seems that they may have gone west.

He has to find some time to look for her. His family has strong hunting abilities. Even Am was one of the best female hunters in the tribe when she was young.

With a family, they can hunt and live together, which will be safer.

It was a breakfast with everyone having their own thoughts. Ji Lang was thinking about his tiger hunting plan, and Qing Jiu was thinking about how to tell Ji Lang that he was going to look for his family.

Ji Lang didn't know that Qingjiu wanted to find his family, and he thought he was also worried about Lao Hu.

Qing Jiu didn't even consider the tiger as a problem. To him, the tiger was just a large prey. He could kill it himself and would be happy without distributing it to other people in the tribe.

The two of them were not on the same channel at all, but they were still able to share their worries in sync.

Xiaoman looked at the two adults in front of her who were thinking about their own things but didn't speak, and felt that the meat porridge in her hands was... still very fragrant!

This period of time was the happiest and most comfortable time in his memory. He was very happy every day. He had people to play with, food to eat, a comfortable kang to sleep on, and nice clothes to wear. He no longer had to suffer from hunger and cold.

He would miss his father sometimes, but as a little kid he knew that his father would never come back.

After dinner, Jilang took a piece of burnt wood and found a larger board.

A cat's paw was drawn to represent the tiger, a taller stickman represented Qing Jiu, a shorter stickman represented himself, and a pit represented a trap.

His idea was to dig a trap and bury some large sharpened wooden spikes in it, as well as the long knife carried on the engineer's shovel.