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

The temperature has dropped significantly. When I got up early in the morning, I could see more and more ice chips in the tank. The remaining fish were not very active, but I couldn't kill them yet. The meat could not be frozen, and even if it didn't go bad, it would not taste good.

Every morning when Jilang goes out, he checks the fish tank first. If he sees any fish in there are no longer doing well, he takes them out and eats them. He even roasts some dried fish as snacks for the cats and dogs.

After looking at the fish, I went to take a look at the duck pen. The ducklings still haven’t grown much, but their fur has become more fluffy and thicker, so they should not be able to catch a cold.

There is no shortage of food for the ducks now. In addition to the seeds on the dead grass that we brought back, there is also the residue from grinding flour and bean powder and drying it in the sun. We have saved up several bags of food, which are good for feeding sheep and chickens.

Ji Lang doesn't have to worry about the sheepfold. Ever since Guo Qi injured his hand last time, A Zhou has been helping to clean it up. Even though Guo Qi's hand has healed long ago, A Zhou still goes to clean it up with Guo Qi every day.

The two of them talked and worked much faster.

The water coming out of the bamboo pipe was getting thinner and thinner. Ji Lang guessed that the pipe must be frozen, so he asked everyone to fill up the water tanks in the kitchen and the house with water every day, to prevent the pipes from being completely frozen before it snowed and there would be no water to drink.

Ji Lang worked hard for ten days and finally made chess, gobang, and checkers.

I taught everyone one by one how to play these things and what they mean.

Of course, the original storyline was changed into a version that these people can understand.

Xiaoman, Wu and Feng, the little ones all like to play checkers. It is just the right size for three people to play. As there is no dye, Jilang made checkers in three different shapes: a small triangle, a small ball and a small rectangle.

The children hold it every day and can’t let it go.

On the contrary, Xishi, who is usually quiet and deep, and Guoqi, who is always busy with work, are both addicted to chess. Although they cannot read, they remember clearly the meanings of the different symbols on each chess piece.

In less than three days, Ji Lang was no longer their match.

After dinner every day, the two of them would sit under the shed and kill a few rounds of fish.

Fortunately, Qingjiu plays Go with Jilang. Occasionally, when he is defeated by Qingjiu, he can call on Feng, the honest boy, to bully him and get some comfort.

As for the ladies, only Sa Shi would come occasionally to play Go. It was inconvenient for her to do anything with a big belly. She was originally a very lively person, but now she was forced to be quiet. Ji Lang felt bad for her. But Sa Shi herself used to complain and feel annoyed, but now she doesn't know if she is used to it or the child is growing up and she has the radiance of motherhood, her temper has unexpectedly calmed down, and occasionally she will follow Lan to make small quilts and clothes for the child.

Lan and Li still prefer to do needlework. Recently, Lan was studying how to knit a sweater. When Ji Lang found a woolen vest in the bag, he remembered that it was knitted by his grandmother. He gave it to Lan to see if she could figure it out. He also specially cut a few thin bamboos of different lengths and thicknesses for her to use as knitting needles.

However, Ji Lang still felt that he could not keep working all the time. Once the playing cards were made, he would give them a deck so that they could relax and have fun occasionally.

In the evening, Xiaoman and Wu sat on the kang and played checkers. It was a little late, so Jilang let Wu sleep over there.

The kang was still warm, so Ji Lang didn't add any more firewood to the bottom of the kang, as he felt that tonight it wasn't as cold as usual.

I was woken up by the cold after a long time. Although I was covered with a quilt, the half of my body that was not touching the kang was freezing cold. The cold air seemed to have life and kept drilling into the quilt.

It makes people shiver uncontrollably.

Ji Lang had imagined how cold the scary winter season could be, but when he shivered and called out to Qing Jiu to turn on the flashlight, he still felt that his imagination was too narrow.

It’s so fucking cold.

How can it be so cold!

My bones feel cold.

I reached out and touched the numb tip of my nose; it was cold, like an ice cube.

This cold season came too suddenly, without any warning. Before going to bed, Ji Lang thought that tonight would not be that cold, but before he woke up, he was slapped in the face.

After his eyes adjusted to the brightness of the light, Ji Lang put on his clothes with trembling hands, and reached out to touch Qing Jiu's arm, which was also cold.

"Is not It Cold?"

Qing Jiu shook his head, "I'm used to it."

Ji Lang began to feel distressed again.

He turned his head and glanced at the two little ones beside him. They were both awake, with their round eyes looking at him brightly.

I placed my hands on my stomach to warm them for a while, then reached into their beds and touched their arms. Each one was colder than the other.

"How come you didn't say anything when you were freezing like this, you two brats."

Xiaoman covered her mouth with the quilt and said sullenly, "It's not cold. We are not brats."

Ji Lang got out of bed to get a thick quilt, and Qing Jiu followed him down.

"Go check on the other rooms and ask them to cover themselves with thick quilts and put some firewood on the kang. Don't worry about our room. I'll take care of it."

Qing Jiu nodded, helped Ji Lang put on his thicker down jacket, and then went out wearing his own coat.

Ji Lang took out a quilt with a fur cover. The two little ones used a big one, while he and Qingjiu used an even bigger one.

I tucked the quilt in for them both. Even though the quilt was made of down inside, the outer layer was real fur, so it was heavy and warm.

Ji Lang tucked in the corners of the quilt to make sure it wouldn't leak air, and asked them, "Is it heavy? If it's uncomfortable, think of other ways."

Xiaoman and Wu shook their heads together, "Not heavy." To them, this really was not heavy at all. Even Xiaoman still had a vivid memory of the last cold season. At that time, he curled up in his father's thick fur and huddled beside the fire every day but did not feel warm. But now, the quilt on his body was soft and warm, and the kang under him was still warm, which made him very satisfied.

Ji Lang went out and added some firewood under the kang. Although there was no wind, Ji Lang felt as if his face was hurt by the wind. He was so cold that he didn't even dare to take a deep breath. Every breath he took made his internal organs feel cold.

I warmed my hands by the heated kang, but they were still cold and stiff, and I could barely feel them.

He moved his fingers with difficulty to get the blood circulating in his hands.

After heating the kang in their room, thinking that Qingjiu might be a little slow, since he was out anyway, he went to help Li and Sashi to heat the kang. Aunt Li is old, so there is no need to bother her to come out at night. Not to mention Sashi, who has a big belly and might get frozen.

Qing Jiu and Ye came out from Uncle Lin and Ye's house in the east. They were also heating the kang. Qing Jiu used a flashlight to signal Ji Lang to go in, but he pretended not to understand.

After helping Aunt Li heat the kang, Ji Lang knocked on the door, but the people in the room had already woken up.

"come in."

Aunt Li opened the door and the light was on. "What's wrong, Xiaolang?"

Ji Lang shrank his neck and said, "It's too cold. Take out the thick blanket and cover yourself."

Li waved his hand and sat down on the kang. "It's okay. We are just getting started. I heard you were heating the kang. You don't need to cover yourself with a thick blanket. It's already warm enough."

"Cover it up. New quilts are meant to be used for covering, and we make a lot of them, so we can change them when they get dirty." Ji Lang said. Aunt Li is diligent and capable, but she is reluctant to use new things. Every time, other people in the room only need to say one word, but Aunt Li will definitely not listen if she only says one word, so Ji Lang came in.

Aunt Li was about to say something, but Sa Shi, who was curled up in the quilt, spoke up, "Amu, take out the thick quilt and cover yourself. It's so late, don't let Xiao Lang worry."

After a moment of hesitation, Aunt Li didn't say anything. She thought for a while and went to pick up the thick quilt on the shelf. Ji Lang helped her and put it on the kang.

I packed up before leaving.

Ji Lang was still a little hesitant at first. After all, although Aunt Li was old, Sa Shi was not much different from him. He always felt uncomfortable going into someone else's house late at night.

These people don't understand these things and can ignore them, but he can't.

But thinking of Aunt Li's temper, Ji Lang had to go in. It was so cold but she was still enduring it. If she really got sick, it would be a big deal. Besides, Sa Shi was pregnant. Even though she looked in good health, if the child suffered in the womb, he would suffer after being born.

Isn’t Ye a perfect example?

Besides, he had read popular science before, which said that pregnant women’s resistance would be reduced during pregnancy, making them very prone to illness and they could not take medicine casually.

There were people heating the kangs outside the doors of other rooms. It seemed that Qing Jiu had already woken up, so he didn't need to worry about it. Ji Lang hurried back to the house. It was too cold outside to stay there for even a second.

After returning to the house, Xiaoman and Wu huddled in the quilt, leaving only half of their heads outside, staring at the roof with bright eyes.

Ji Lang touched the kang, and it was still not warm. "It's not hot yet, but it won't be cold soon."

Xiaoman smiled and burrowed deeper into the bed, saying in a muffled voice, "It's not cold, it's very warm, Lang."

"Go to sleep if you're not cold." Thinking of the three puppies in the kennel at the door, whose fur was not as thick as Liefeng's, they would definitely be cold even with a soft cushion. Ji Lang took out his spare sleeping bag and took out a thick blanket.

In the doghouse, three puppies clung tightly to Liefeng. Even though Liefeng used his body to block the door of the doghouse, the puppies were still shivering from the cold.

Ji Lang put them one by one into sleeping bags, put them in the doghouse, and stuffed blankets at the entrance of the kennel to help block the wind.

Liefeng knew that Ji Lang was afraid that they were cold, so he opened his big eyes and looked at them docilely, and rubbed his head against Ji Lang's palm.

I went back to the room to wash my hands, and saw that a layer of ice had formed on the water in the basin.

Ji Lang had no choice but to scoop a spoonful of cold water with ice chips from the tub and rinse his hands symbolically. It was too cold and he really didn't have the courage to wash his hands thoroughly in such cold water.

The kitten on the kang had half of its body buried in the children's big quilt, with its head and two paws exposed, sleeping like a cat in a puddle on the kang.

Ji Lang also took off his clothes and got into bed. It must be said that only the locals who understand the weather here have a way. With this fur quilt cover, the cold air can't get in, the kang becomes warm, and he is no longer cold immediately.

I remember before I came to this world, people were arguing online about whether the winter in the south was colder or the winter in the north was colder, and there were both magical attacks and physical attacks. I really should let those people try what it feels like to combine the physical attacks of the north with the magical attacks of the south.

Qing Jiu came in with a cold look on his face and snow falling on his shoulders.

Ji Lang sat up in the bed and brushed the snow off his shoulders, "It's snowing!" It wasn't snowing when he came back just now.

Qing Jiu replied, "It just snowed, and the snow is quite heavy. We have to get up and clean the yard tomorrow morning." He did not go directly to the kang. Instead, he stood at the edge of the kang for a while to relax and get rid of the cold air on his body. Ji Lang patted the seat next to him several times to signal him to do so before he took off his clothes and came up.

He sighed comfortably as he got into bed.

Even Qing Jiu, who originally did not seek pleasure and comfort, fell in love with the feeling of snuggling in a warm quilt, not to mention that there was someone next to him staring at him with sparkling eyes.

Because the two of them were covered with a thick quilt, Qing Jiu held Ji Lang and the quilt in his arms through the thin quilt.

Ji Lang struggled but failed to break free, so he just nestled in his arms.

She raised her head and kissed his stubbled chin, then asked him softly, "Have you arranged everything? If you have thick blankets, cover them with them, don't let them get sick from the cold."