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

Qingjiu came out, and Xishi felt that he brought out the unpleasant smell. He briefly explained the situation inside, and Xishi suddenly realized, "No wonder I felt that the bloody smell was so strong. On the way up, it was very likely that this big guy shed a lot of blood when he came down the mountain. It's just that the snow covered it up, and the smell was not so strong, so I thought it came from the cave."

Both of them looked a little solemn. The situation in the cave clearly told them that there was a tribe nearby. It was very likely that the beast would attack the tribe from time to time. This time it chose to attack the children. The people in the tribe were enraged and chose to actively challenge the beast.

This is not good news. Any tribe that dares to attack such a powerful beast must be strong in terms of numbers and combat effectiveness.

They were too close, and if there was any unexpected conflict, both of them fell silent when they thought of the dozen people in their yard and their fighting power.

The not-too-dry dry grass was burning with a crackling sound. The smell of the smoke was a bit pungent, but it drove away the unpleasant smell. They did not choose to enter the cave, but stayed at the entrance of the cave.

When they set out in the morning, the two considered the idea of ​​setting up a tent outside and ultimately decided to bring two sleeping bags instead of a tent.

This blue tent is very eye-catching in the snow and it attracts a lot of attention.

And it is difficult to find a suitable place to set up a tent outside in the cold season.

They washed their hands with snow, took out dried meat and biscuits from the packages on their backs and started chewing them. The biscuits were frozen hard and the taste was much worse, but you could still tell that oil and seasonings were carefully added to them.

In the past, when I went out in the winter, it was never so comfortable. I always hunted by myself and ate what I could catch. If I couldn’t catch anything, I would either chew some dried vegetables or go hungry.

Neither of them was a talkative person, so they finished the meal without saying much.

There was not much water left in the cup, so Qing Jiu put a rack on the fire, took out the small pot that Ji Lang had asked him to bring, filled it with snow, and burned it on the rack.

Xishi lay down beside the fire and got into his sleeping bag. The two divided the work. Xishi slept for a few hours first while Qingjiu watched over him. When the time came, the two would take turns.

Even though they rarely come from this direction, this distance is only half a day's journey from their home during the warm season. If people from other tribes appear here, then their tribes will probably not be too far from here.

Qing Jiu analyzed in his mind, thinking about the valley in the distance that he saw along the way today, and guessed where the specific location of this tribe would be.

It was still snowing during the day, but at this time stars appeared in the sky, appearing unusually bright in the completely dark world.

Every time Ji Lang saw such a night sky, he would stop and stand in the yard to look at it for a while. Qing Jiu couldn't help but think of him, and didn't know why that person thought this thing was beautiful.

Unconsciously, my mind had completely shifted to Ji Lang.

The nights in the cold season became unusually quiet. Those small animals that always went out to find food at night were nowhere to be found. The cold wind stung Qing Jiu's face a little. He reached out and lowered the earmuffs on both sides of his hat. The soft fur stuck to his face. It was a little cold at first, but slowly became warm.

I don’t know if that person is asleep.

Ji Lang, who was worried about him, fell asleep in the late night.

It's understandable that I got up late.

The more he slept, the hotter he felt. Ji Lang opened his eyes and saw only a quilt and his clothes beside him. Xiaoman was no longer on the kang.

I don't know who has lit the stove, it's so hot that the lid of the pot on top is lifted up by the steam.

He yawned loudly and stretched. He didn't sleep well. Ji Lang wanted to lie down for a while, but he was not sleepy at all.

He put on his clothes, got off the kang, and added a ladle of cold water to the pot on the stove that had been boiling for a long time.

The three puppies were rarely in the house. After washing up, Ji Lang went out and saw Xiaoman, Wu, and Chuan playing in the yard, with three puppies in small clothes following behind them.

Seeing Ji Lang wake up, Xiaoman ran over and hugged Ji Lang, raised her head, "Lang, you're awake." The two little faces, which were already a little red from the high altitude, became even redder because of the cold.

"Why are you playing outside? Aren't you cold?" Ji Lang stretched out his still warm hands from his thick sleeves and covered the child's frozen face.

The child rubbed against Ji Lang comfortably, and then tucked his hand into his sleeve, "No more, let's go back to the house and play now." After thinking for a while, he said, "Lang, go eat quickly. We have delicious big buns with sauerkraut and bacon filling today. They are very fragrant."

Jilang's stomach growled at the perfect time.

"Yeah, you're making me hungry. You guys come in quickly. There are beef cubes in the small jar on the shelf. You can grab some and share them with them." Ji Lang said.

The child's eyes brightened, and he responded in a crisp voice, taking Wu and Chuan into the house.

They were called beef cubes, but in fact they were just the scraps and corners from the bison meat that Qingjiu and his friends had brought back. Uncle Lin and Li carefully scraped them off bit by bit, and in the end they roasted out two large basins of beef cubes.

The gravel was put into several small jars and distributed to everyone.

Although the meal was finished in the kitchen, the residual heat was still there. Lan, Ye, and Xiaoying, who was forced by her brother to learn needlework, sat on the head of the kang. Lan and Ye lowered their heads to do their own things. Occasionally, when Xiaoying asked something, the two of them would come over to take a look and tell him what to do next.

Ji Lang came in and greeted the three people, then lifted the lid of the pot. Inside was a large pot of meatball soup with three large buns on the side. The water in the pot was still hot.

After taking a bite, only a little bit of sour sauerkraut was left. The bacon was chewy and fragrant. The stuffing must have been fried. It tasted oily but not greasy.

It was so delicious that he couldn’t stop eating it. Ji Lang wolfed down two of them and was full.

He slurped the meatball soup mouthful by mouthful and praised, "These dumplings are really delicious. Is this another good idea that Ye came up with?"

Ye looked up, smiling a little shyly, but with a hint of pride that could not be concealed, "Last time I heard you talk about this method, I thought about it myself, and I didn't expect it to be so good."

“It’s not just okay, it’s absolutely delicious.” Ji Lang never hesitates to give praise. This is not just a nice compliment, but telling the truth. It can make people happy and make them more confident. So why not do it?

"What are you doing?" Ji Lang asked, looking at the balls of wool in their hands.

Lan stopped what she was doing and said with a smile, "Ye and I have learned how to knit sweaters. We want to knit a set of sweaters and trousers for everyone. Xiaoying is learning how to mend clothes."

Ji Lang nodded in understanding and took a look at the sweater in Lan's hand. He couldn't tell whether it was good or bad, but the degree of completion of the sweater was really good. "Wow, is it all knitted?"

"Well, the only thing missing is the sleeves. Just fold them in. This was knitted for a cute little girl. I originally knitted three pieces for her so that she could change into them after she gives birth. But when she said yesterday that she might be having more than one baby, I thought about knitting a few more pieces." Lan said tenderly, touching the small piece of clothing in her hand.

She liked little kids, but the first little girl she and Guo Qi had did not survive the winter.

I felt really weak at that time and always cried secretly at night. Not long after the child died, I collapsed and had a severe fever. The old man in the tribe who knew how to treat illnesses came twice and left shaking his head.

At that time, she felt that she was probably dying and had no desire to survive.

During the day, as a member of the hunting team, Guo Qi had to go out. It was Li and Sa Shi, who had not yet joined the hunting team, who had been watching over her, constantly moistening her lips with animal skins and feeding her broth when she occasionally woke up. The two of them worked hard to bring her back to life.

Even though she knew that their current living standard was very different from before, she couldn't help but worry. She was afraid that Sa Shi would experience the same pain as her, so she wanted to prepare as many things as possible to help Sa Shi.

Ji Lang didn’t know about these things and thought that Lan was really nice to Sa Shike. Is this what it means when an elder sister-in-law is like a mother?

When we returned to the house, Feng, who had disappeared, also sat down at the table. Little Chuan sat obediently beside him, chewing beef cubes with great effort. The three older ones were playing checkers with great seriousness.

Soon, all of Wu's chess pieces were moved to the other side, and a rare childish look appeared on his face. "I won."

After saying that, he took two pieces of beef cubes from the small plate on the table.

He ate one himself and placed the other in front of Chuan next to him.

After a while, all of Feng's chess pieces had moved over.

He reached out, picked up a piece of beef and put it into his mouth.

Although Xiaoman was envious, he lost and did not get the beef cubes, so he could only cheer himself up and decide to win next time.

It was the little Chuan who had the one in his mouth that was given two pills when he came in just now. The little guy's teeth haven't grown well yet, so it's more like he was slurping than chewing.

Seeing that everyone had beef cubes to eat, Xiaoman, who had lost the game of checkers, could only watch. Chuan picked up the cube that Wu had placed in front of him on the table and handed it to Xiaoman with his chubby little paw, "Here you go."

Xiaoman didn't refuse. Everyone was eating and he was also greedy. "Then I'll give you another one after I win." He reached out to take it, put it in his mouth and chewed it happily.

Ji Lang didn't expect that these little guys could think of adding excitement to themselves by playing chess, but this is also good, there is still some hope when playing.

In the basket next to the stove, three puppies were sleeping together. Ji Lang put the basket containing them a little further away and sat down closest to the stove.

There was no other way, he had to start sharpening the skis. If he sat closer to the stove, his fingers would be more flexible. If he sat farther away, his fingers would be stiff and unable to move in less than five minutes.

When children play in the house, they have to put their hands in the gloves hanging in front of them to warm them up before they can continue playing.

Ji Lang, who is usually very efficient, is restless today. His mind easily drifts to Qing Jiu who is somewhere unknown, and the movements of his hands slow down involuntarily.

This was the longest time he and Qing Jiu had been apart since they settled here. If it hadn't snowed and it wasn't the cold season, and it was just an ordinary outing, Ji Lang wouldn't have been so worried.

But the conditions were so bad, and they had been away for two days without returning. Ji Lang's heart felt like it was hanging in the balance, swaying, and not at ease at all.

"Ji Lang!" He was just daydreaming when he was brought back to his senses by a voice calling him from the yard.

I lifted the door curtain and took a look. It was Zhou. "What's wrong?"

"There's something wrong with the ducks outside. Come out and take a look." Zhou said in a somewhat anxious tone.

Ji Lang quickly ran out after him, and saw the fluffy little ducks that had been released from the outer courtyard. They looked like mice digging holes and were trying hard to drill into the snow pile, as if they would not give up until they could get in.

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What is this? The big duck doesn't care. Ji Lang goes to the snow pile where the most little ducks are, to see if there are any insects in the snow pile that the ducks can eat.

When I got closer, I saw that several big ducks were already squatting in the snow, as if they were nesting, watching the little ducks outside working hard.

A light bulb suddenly lit up in Jilang's mind.

Xiaoying heard her brother's shout and followed him out. Seeing the ducks like this, she walked to Jilang with some concern and asked, "What's wrong with them? Are they sick?"

"No, I guess when they are outside, they hide in the snow to avoid the cold during the cold season." Ji Lang explained to Xiaoying.

The big ducks are used to burrowing into the snow in the cold season and will take the little ducks to do the same. Because of the drop in temperature in the past two days, no one dared to let them out. Today, while there was a little sunshine, Guo Qi let the ducks out. When they saw the snow piles in the yard, habit drove them to burrow into holes in the snow and stay there.

It's a magical thing.

Now everyone is relieved.

Ji Lang, in particular, was worried that these furry little guys would freeze to death if kept in the duck cage. But when he saw that they were not afraid of burrowing in the snow, he felt relieved.

"Ah, will they hide in the snow and never come out?" Ji Lang suddenly thought of this.

Zhou thought for a moment and said, "If they don't go back before dark, I will catch the big duck and the little duck will follow."

In just two days, the fur of this group of ducklings became fluffy. The originally light yellow duck down was mixed with a few new furs of darker color, apparently new fur was growing.

It's round and chubby, and is using its little head to dig holes in the snow. It looks a bit weirdly cute.

After making sure that there was nothing wrong with the ducks, everyone returned to the yard. Guo Qi tidied up the outer yard, opened the door of the duck pen, and pulled a cart of flour into the yard.

When he was not going out, he was not idle, smashing noodles, chopping wood, and grinding the mill. He was very consistent with Ji Lang's evaluation of him: a big brother who was as steady and capable as an old ox.

Of course, in reality, Guo Qi is not very old, probably around twenty-five or twenty-six.

Thinking that he couldn't concentrate on his work, Ji Lang decided to make something delicious. He ground some pumpkin powder from the pumpkin he brought back before, and it was still on the stove in the kitchen.

Jilang wants to fry some pumpkin pancakes.