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

This is the charm of hot pot!

The only regret is that the weather is too cold and Uncle Lin’s health condition has not improved. It snowed today and he didn’t even leave the house. Ye brought his meals into the house.

After everyone had finished their meal, they were cleaning up. Ye went back into the house and brought back the bowl that his father had finished eating.

Ji Lang saw it and asked, "Is the stove in the house burning?"

Ye shook his head. "Father said that he should just stay on the kang the whole time. Burning the stove would be a waste of firewood."

"No, Ye, go light the stove later. If Uncle Lin says anything, just say it was me who said it." Ji Lang said. Even if he stayed in the room and didn't come out, he couldn't stay on the kang all the time. When he came down to take a walk or go to the toilet, the room would be very cold and unbearable.

Ye lowered his head, feeling a little guilty. He also felt that he should have lit the stove. They had been heating the kang earlier than others, and they could have gone to collect some firewood at that time, but now they couldn't.

But he couldn't just watch his father huddled on the kang.

I secretly made up my mind to work harder in the future and not feel at ease using more firewood.

After making up his mind, Ye stopped hesitating.

He quickly cleaned up the pots and pans in the kitchen and carried the basket to the woodshed to load firewood.

He planned to decorate more. It was already late today, so he would do some chores for a while and then go to bed. There was no need to light the stove, just heat the kang. The remaining firewood would be placed in the house, and he would light the stove early tomorrow morning.

Just after putting two handfuls of hay into the cage, Ah Zhou pushed open the half-open door and came in. Ye turned his head and took a look. Thinking that he was also here to get firewood for the kang, he greeted him and continued with his own thing.

After a while, I heard no movement nearby.

He looked over in confusion, and when he saw that Zhou hadn't moved, he said, "You can take all the firewood here. You don't have to wait for me to finish it."

Ah Zhou shook his head, "I have already heated the kang, I came to ask you for help."

Ye was even more confused, "Ask me for help? How can I help?" The main reason was that he usually either cooked or did sewing, and he shouldn't have much interaction with this person, so why did he suddenly come to him for help?

Zhou, who wanted to find an excuse to spend time with Ye Duo and did have something to bother him with, scratched the back of his head and handed over the single garment in his other hand. "Here, I accidentally tore it when I was out, and I don't know how to mend it. Can you teach me?"

Ye smiled and said, "Okay, then come back to my room, I have all the needles and thread." He originally wanted to say that he could just help mend it, but then he thought, it's not like he has to help every time the clothes get torn in the future, so every skill he can learn is a good one.

He reached out to take the cage on the ground, but Zhou was quick to help pick it up, and went straight to Ye's house without looking back.

This was not the end. When they reached the door of the house, Zhou took out a lighter and helped Ye to heat the kang.

Ye tried to stop him, but was eventually pushed into the house.

Holding the clothes that Zhou asked him to bring in, he felt a little uneasy. Why was this man so attentive just for such a small matter? This was very abnormal.

Uncle Lin, who was sitting on the kang, was slightly stunned when he saw Ye, "Why did you come in?" The person who was heating the kang outside sounded very hard, and the bottom of the kang was knocked loudly.

Of course Ye knew what his father meant and gave a brief explanation.

Soon Zhou came into the room.

After Ye patiently explained and demonstrated to him over and over again, but the needle in this man's hand still seemed to have its own ideas and kept sewing randomly, this poor piece of clothing and the needle and thread that he had been using were ruthlessly taken away by Ye, and the two holes on it were sewn tightly in a short moment.

Feeling really tired, Ye stuffed the clothes in his hand into A Zhou's arms, said, "We are going to sleep," and sent him away.

Zhou, who was clearly trying to gain some favor and get closer to her:...

Oops, I started off badly. I didn't expect to run into the area I'm least good at. Now, let alone building relationships and improving favor, maybe in Ye's heart, I'm a hopeless idiot.

I returned to the room with a heavy heart. Xiaoying had already crawled into the warm quilt, rolling around comfortably on the kang.

He patted Xiaoying's back in annoyance and said, "Just sleep well! If the kang collapses, you'll have to sleep outside."

Xiaoying, who was watching his brother go out with a look of joy and anticipation, said:

You got mad outside, so you came back and took it out on your brother, right?

Xiaoying muttered to herself, wondering what medicine her brother must have taken wrongly.

The two brothers fell asleep, one full of resentment and the other with a look of confusion.

Ji Lang was still busy in the house. Liefeng did not go out today and did not bring back any prey. The three puppies have been eating only Liefeng's milk these days, which is not enough and they need some supplementary food.

After boiling the big bones for most of the day, Ji Lang added a little shredded meat and some flour and stirred it into a thick batter.

This noodle powder is not noodle bean powder, but the powder left after the original noodle juice on the inner skin dries up every time they cut the noodle open.

It is a kind of "milk powder" used by people in this world, and it is very nutritious. The good health of Guoqi and Qingjiu has a lot to do with the fact that they ate a lot of flour porridge when they were young.

So everyone carefully scraped off the flour and stored it in ceramic jars.

A little bit adds up to a lot. Although only one or two spoonfuls of dough can be obtained from each dough fruit, Ye has accumulated two large jars of dough fruits.

One can was kept for use after Sa Shi gave birth to the baby, and the other can was taken by Ji Lang. Sometimes he would mix it with water and drink it with the children. It had a cool taste and a hint of coconut milk.

Now it is used as a supplementary food for the puppies.

He put the small rice bowl in his hand on the ground, and the three puppies came over and ate it up in a few moments.

Ji Lang was going to send them back to the kennel. Liefeng had already watched them outside several times and was now standing outside waiting.

Like parents coming to pick up their children from school.

I don’t want to take care of the baby during the day because it’s annoying, but I still have to go home at night.

Xiaoman sat on a wooden bench, carefully helping the three puppies to pull their clothes on. He knew that the puppies, like him, would not be afraid of the cold if they had warm clothes.

When they were put back into the cold doghouse from the warm house, Da Mao, Er Mao and San Mao were a little unhappy and kept whimpering. They were not until Liefeng slapped them one by one and they became obedient.

I crawled into my sleeping bag and curled up.

Wu went back to his room to sleep today, and Xiaoman crawled into the thick quilt, feeling so comfortable that he couldn't help but roll around.

Ji Lang had just come back from outside with some water and was wiping his hands. Seeing him like this, he stretched out his still cold hand in a naughty manner and was about to reach into Xiaoman's quilt.

Xiaoman was so scared that she shrank into the quilt, giggling.

Qing Jiu saw this scene when he entered the room, and a smile appeared on his face.

Seeing him come back, Ji Lang let the child go. Fearing that the child would suffer from oxygen deprivation under the thick quilt, he reached out and dug Xiaoman out, who was lying in the quilt like a little turtle, and let him lie down.

"Is it agreed?" Ji Lang turned to ask Qing Jiu. This man just said that he wanted to discuss with Guo Qi, Xi Shi and others about going out tomorrow.

When he heard this at first, Ji Lang was a little stunned. It was so cold and there was so much snow. They had no shortage of food, so why did they still want to go out?

Qing Jiu hugged him to comfort him, then explained to him that they were not going out for hunting at this time, but just to ensure the safety of the territory. When the weather gets cold, many wild animals will not be able to find food in their original territory, so they will start to migrate or expand their territory.

At this time, they need to go out to patrol the mountains and spread new repellent powder within the safe area of ​​the tribe.

Qingjiu put the flashlight on the shelf next to him and said, "We've agreed to go there after dinner tomorrow morning. Xishi and I will go."

Thinking of the snow that was almost up to the knees and the endless white covering the mountains and fields, Ji Lang couldn't help but feel a little bad.

He didn't want Qingjiu and the others to face these things, not knowing how many dangers he couldn't imagine were buried under the heavy snow.

Even though they were very familiar with this land.

Even after lying in bed, Ji Lang's face still didn't look good. Qing Jiu sighed in his heart. Of course he knew that this person was worried about him, but this thing had to be done. When there was no danger, this thing seemed like an unnecessary extraneous move, but once there was danger, the consequences were not something they could afford.

There are many unknown dangers buried in the deep mountains.

He hugged the person beside him, including the blanket, and gently pressed his frowning brows with his fingers. "Don't worry, we won't go too far. With the tools and non-slip shoes you gave us, it's much more convenient than before."

Ji Lang, who was leaning against Qing Jiu's arms, responded sullenly, and suddenly said as if he had made up his mind, "I want to build a city."

Qing Jiu was a little confused, "What is a city?"

Ji Lang explained to him bit by bit the city walls, moats, and the layout and conditions inside the city.

The more Qing Jiu listened, the more shocked he became. He was amazed at the safety of the city, but also at the difficulty of building a city in their time.

It could be said that Ji Lang had this idea on impulse at first, but when he was chatting with Qing Jiu, he thought of many possibilities regarding his golden finger.

He was too limited in the use of the golden finger and only used ready-made things, but he could completely integrate and re-create everything he had.

However, these things can only be thought about now. Just like his previous idea of ​​re-firing the ironware, a large amount of firewood is needed. The cold season is the time when they need and lack firewood the most. It is definitely impossible to use firewood for such purposes.

The two of them chatted in whispers for a while, and when Ji Lang wasn't paying attention, Qing Jiu's big hand reached into his quilt and gently stroked his smooth waist and abdomen.

When Ji Lang's mind drifted back from the distant past, what he felt was a big, dishonest hand on his waist.

He pinched the sturdy arm unhappily and said, "Turn off the lights and go to sleep!"

Maybe it was because the heated kang was too comfortable, or maybe he was too tired during the day, but Ji Lang, who originally thought he might suffer from insomnia, fell into Qing Jiu's bed and fell into a deep sleep in a short while.

A good night's sleep.

When he got up, the people around him had already gone out, and Ji Lang was surrounded by familiar quilts and clothes.

I turned around and looked at Xiaoman. She should not have woken up yet. It was getting late, but the sky was still gray. It was obvious that a heavy snow was brewing.

Ji Lang entered the kitchen and saw mutton soup already cooking in the pot.

It was improved by Jilang, with seasoning and radish added, and it is very fragrant.

Li and Lan were busy making pancakes. Ji Lang had taught them last time when they were eating mutton soup, but now Ji Lang no longer had to take care of them.

To be honest, the food these two people cook tastes much better than his.

Ji Lang scooped two large spoonfuls of soup from the pot and carried the puppies' food bowls back to the house.

Xiaoman lay on the kang, staring at Ji Lang with her round eyes.

In fact, he didn't have many memories of the last winter season. He just felt that it was extremely cold at that time. He huddled in the cave every day and tried to get as close to the fire as possible. However, even though the fire was right in front of him, he could feel very little warmth. When his father was not around, his seat next to the fire would be taken away.

So when it comes to the cold season, the only two feelings in his little head are cold and hungry.

He was woken up by the cold the night before yesterday and was actually a little scared. He could not forget that bone-chilling cold. However, this cold season was completely different from what he remembered. The kang under him was still warm and he did not feel that cold.

However, Kelang hurriedly got them thick quilts and heated the kang. The quilt with a fur cover was a bit heavy and gave them a sense of security. After a while, the quilt became warm after being pressed on his body.

The kang under him also went from lukewarm to hot. It was clearly the cold season and it was snowing heavily outside, but he could actually sleep soundly in such a warm place.

I slept until dawn.

Man looked at Ji Lang who was busy mixing porridge for the puppies and suddenly asked, "Lang, are you the mountain god?"

Ji Lang was delighted, "What does Xiaoman think of me?"

"I think so!"

"why?"

"Because my father said that if you feel too cold to stand it, you should praise the mountain god in your heart, and the mountain god will bring you warmth. I praised him many times last winter, and then you came, Lang! I slept very well these two days, and the bed was so warm that I even started to like the winter season."

Ji Lang put down the rice bowl in his hand, walked to the kang, and touched the child's head with some sadness, "What should I do? I'm not a mountain god."

"Then you are the messenger of the mountain god, who came to save us with gifts." Xiaoman continued. He stubbornly believed that Lang must be related to the mountain god.

Ji Lang didn't rush to deny it, but pointed at the kang and the clothes on his body and said, "Look, this kang was built by everyone digging the cave, firing pottery, and building it together. The clothes on our bodies were also sewn for us bit by bit by Lan, so it's not me who is saving you, it's everyone's joint efforts to make life better and better. When you grow up, you must also be diligent and rely on your own hands to eat and wear warm clothes, understand?"

The child seemed to understand, but still somewhat unconvinced, he whispered back, "Then why didn't you have these before you came? You are the mountain god."

Anyway, the little guy has already made up his mind, and no matter what anyone says, even he himself, it won't work.

Ji Lang patted his little butt in amusement, "Want to get up? We have mutton soup today."

"want!"

The little guy was very skilled at dressing himself, and Ji Lang didn't need to help him. He put on his clothes one by one slowly. Ji Lang helped him tidy them up and checked that there was no crooked place. Then Xiaoman slid down the ladder and got off the kang.