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

I secretly cursed myself for being so distracted and thinking about all those messy things at this time.

Ji Lang placed the footbath filled with hot water on the wooden stool and said, "It's okay. Just lie down and pull away the thick blanket. You just took off your coat and you'll catch a cold if you cover yourself with a thin blanket."

Qing Jiu's big feet were placed in the foot basin, making the basin seem a little crowded.

My feet, which were originally cold and a little wet, now soaked in the warm water, gave me a very comfortable and satisfying feeling.

Especially Ji Lang's hands would help him massage and rub, which made Qing Jiu feel a little itchy, not just on the soles of his feet, but even in his heart, as if he was being teased by the feather in Ji Lang's hand.

It was just a simple foot washing, but the atmosphere between the two people suddenly began to heat up.

Ji Lang looked up at Qing Jiu and wanted to say something.

At this time, a voice came from the side, "Qing, why do you still need Lang to wash your feet when you are so old?" Xiaoman pouted, looking unhappy.

When they were in the cottage, Ji Lang always helped Xiaoman wash her feet. After arriving here, Qingjiu said that Xiaoman was not a child anymore and could wash her feet by herself.

Xiaoman actually still wanted Ji Lang to wash his feet, not because he was lazy or anything, but because he really liked the feeling of having his little feet held in Ji Lang's hands.

Ji Lang's palms were warm and solid, making Xiaoman feel cherished.

But Qingjiu asked him to wash his feet himself, saying that it would be tiring for Ji Lang to wash his feet while he worked every day. Although Xiaoman was reluctant, in order not to tire Ji Lang out, he agreed.

But Xiaoman didn't expect that Ji Lang stopped washing his feet and now washed Qingjiu's feet.

The little guy was unhappy.

Ji Lang was amused by his little look and wanted to pinch his pouting little mouth, but then he remembered that he was washing Qing Jiu's feet, so he quickly retracted his outstretched hand.

He said to the child, "Qingjiu is too tired today. I'm just helping him. Clean his face and apply some facial oil."

The child nodded and went to get some facial oil from the shelf.

Although they sleep in the house at night, their faces are exposed. Ji Lang is worried that the child's tender face will get frostbite, so he always watches Xiaoman apply facial oil before going to bed.

After coaxing the child away, the heated atmosphere between them was gone. Qing Jiu closed his eyes for a while and now felt less tired. "I'll wash myself. You should also wash up quickly and go to bed after that." He didn't sleep well outside last night, and this guy must not have rested well at home either. He even had dark circles under his eyes.

Ji Lang agreed and got up to wash himself. He was indeed sleepy and yawned several times while washing his face.

When it was cold, the thick quilt on the kang would be folded up during the day, but a thin quilt would be placed over it so that the heat would always be there. Ji Lang put his cold feet into the quilt, closed his eyes and sighed comfortably.

Qing Jiu smiled and shook his head, then spread out the thick quilt to cover the two of them.

Xiaoman next to her had already crawled into bed.

Ji Lang lay down for a while, then opened his eyes to look at the little guy next to him. There was still some facial oil on his face, so he reached out to help him rub it evenly.

The two adults and one child fell asleep quickly.

Xiaoman is a natural good sleeper, but Qingjiu and Jilang are really sleepy.

A good night's sleep.

Qing Jiu had a good sleep, and got up early in the morning to go out to patrol the mountains with Xi Shi and A Zhou. This was the latest result they had agreed upon. Even though there was a gap in combat power between them and the large tribe nearby, they now knew of the other party's existence and they must make some preparations. So they would go out for a walk every morning and evening so that they could respond in time if there was anything unusual.

Xiaoman wakes up very early most of the time, but today was a rare day when she didn't wake up and got up immediately. With the child's mentality, she wanted to wait and see when Ji Lang would wake up.

Ji Lang slept comfortably and soundly. As for the large tribe nearby that Qing Jiu mentioned last night, he was just worried for a moment, but then he thought that it was not something that needed to be overly worried about.

Moreover, if the other party really needs to steal their food, they can also try to make a deal with them. After all, if a conflict really arises, the other party will definitely not be able to escape unscathed.

Ji Lang looked at Xiaoman, whose eyes were wide open, and saw that his little face had finally gained some flesh and his skin color was no longer the dull yellow. It was a very healthy wheat color with a bit of highland red.

It's very strange. If he had seen a child like this in the past, he would definitely think that the child is so unfashionable. But now looking at Xiaoman, he thinks that this child is so cute no matter how he looks at him.

"Why didn't you get up after waking up?" Ji Lang asked.

Usually, the child would put on his clothes and go out obediently after waking up. But today, it seemed that he had been awake for a long time and was still lying on the kang.

"Lang, you are so sleepy. I am getting hungry waiting for you." I thought Ji Lang would wake up soon, but he woke up much later than usual. "I thought if you didn't wake up soon, I would go to eat."

"Let's get up together. I'm hungry too."

I pulled Xiaoman from his bed to my own, touched his little arms and legs, and found that he was still thin. According to what Qing said, the child should be five years old, but in fact, he looked thinner than Chuan, who was only three years old. How could he not gain weight even though he ate a lot every day? I was so worried. How would he have the strength to hunt when he grew up? How could he attract a mate with his strong body?

Xiaoman didn't understand his worries. He just felt that Lang's touch made his body itchy and he giggled like a little chicken.

The two of them played for a while, and Xiaoman suddenly looked at Ji Lang, asking cautiously and with a hint of expectation, "Lang, can I call you father?"

Ji Lang was stunned and felt a little helpless.

"Why do you want to call me father?"

Xiaoman lowered her head and whispered, "Chuan has a father and mother, Wu also has a mother and a brother and sister, I have nothing. But Chuan said that his father and mother are the best people to him, Lang, you are the best to me, better than anyone else, I want to call you father, can I?"

The nervous little hands tightly grasped the clothes on Jilang's chest.

At this moment, Ji Lang's eyes suddenly filled with tears.

It's hard to describe his emotions at the moment. He knows that Xiaoman likes him and depends on him, and he is willing to take care of him and raise him, but he has never thought of being called father by Xiaoman. In Xiaoman's heart, he is like a father.

This is a unique recognition for him.

After a long while without hearing Ji Lang's agreement, the child looked up with a bit of disappointment, and then added weakly, "It doesn't matter if you can't, I... I still like Lang the same."

Ji Lang smiled and touched his head, looked into his round eyes and said, "My dear, how could I disagree? Call me father and let me hear it."

The child, who was originally a little confused and lost, now felt a little embarrassed. He pursed his lips twice and shouted softly.

"Father."

"Good son!"

"Father!"

"Good son!"

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Ji Lang's eyes were red when he heard Xiaoman calling him "father". Xiaoman looked at his red eyes and touched the corners of Ji Lang's eyes with her little hand, "Father, don't cry. Xiaoman will always take care of you when he grows up."

Although the child said he would not cry, he could not control his tears.

He couldn't understand why he was crying. Having a father was a happy thing, but he wanted to cry. He felt happy, aggrieved, and had an inexplicable sense of dependence. He had obviously relied on Ji Lang before, but after calling him father, this sense of dependence became even stronger, as if there was an invisible rope between them, binding them tightly together.

Ji Lang helped wipe the tears from the child's face, "Then we will hold an adoption ceremony."

The child looked at him in confusion, "What is that?"

Ji Lang thought for a moment and said, "Just tell everyone that from now on you are my son and I am your father. Let everyone know this."

The child's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he said happily, "Great! Let everyone know that I have a father now!"

The two of them got up reluctantly, washed their faces and went to the kitchen. Everyone had already finished breakfast.

I served myself and Xiaoman a bowl of hot meatball soup from the pot.

While chewing the chewy meatballs, Ji Lang asked Li who was sitting on the kang next to him.

"Aunt Li, did your tribe ever hold a ceremony like adoption? I want to formally adopt Xiaoman, and I want to hold a ceremony so that everyone can be witnesses."

Li was a little surprised, but then he felt it was reasonable. After all, Qing and Ji Lang would never have children if they were together. Moreover, Ji Lang was so good to Xiaoman, and Xiaoman was so dependent on Ji Lang. They were more like father and son than biological father and son.

However, she thought about everything she had experienced since she was a child, and indeed there was no similar ceremony. She could only shake her head and said, "There has never been such a thing in the tribe. Food is scarce, and no one wants to raise a child who is not related to them by blood."

Ji Lang stopped picking up the food in his hand and said, "Then...what about the child who lost his father and mother?"

"They will be placed in a cave for collective raising. After each hunting trip, they will be given some meat. Usually, someone in the cave will take them out to gather meat. When they grow up to be old enough to hunt, they can go out with the hunting team." But... very few children can live to that time without the protection of their father and mother. However, Li felt that there was no need to tell Ji Lang about these things. Listening to them would only increase his powerless discomfort.

However, Ji Lang could also guess that in modern times when people have no worries about food and clothing, most people would only adopt children because they really cannot have children of their own, not to mention in this primitive society where the problem of food and clothing has not been solved and blood ties are more valued.

"Since there is no specific ceremony, then just follow mine. Let's all have a nice meal together, and the matter will be settled."

After Ji Lang finished speaking, he began to think about what he should eat to make it more memorable.

After much deliberation, Ji Lang decided to have some dumplings.

After all, when I was at my grandparents’ house, we only ate dumplings during festivals. Whenever we talked about eating dumplings, it felt like a special and memorable day.

After breakfast the next morning, Ji Lang soaked a basin of dried mushrooms and washed two pieces of bacon with more lean meat.

Soak the dried mushrooms until soft and cut them into cubes together with the bacon. Add some chopped dried wild onions and a little minced ginger. Since the bacon is salty, there is no need to add too much salt. Simply season it.

Then he kneaded the dough and rolled out the dumpling wrappers. Ji Lang was actually not very good at making dumplings, but overall he was much better than the people in their family. He taught them one by one how to make dumplings without revealing the filling and how to pinch them to make them look better.

Lan's hands-on ability is really the best that Ji Lang has ever seen. After seeing Ji Lang wrapping two, she started wrapping them herself. Only the first few ones didn't look good, but the rest were round, clean and beautiful.

Even Feng, who is usually noisy, could make very beautiful dumplings after calming down and learning for a while.

The only one who performed stably was Sa Shi. She didn't want to stay in the house doing nothing, so she came to help despite her big belly. She even crushed a dumpling skin in her hands.

Finally, Xishi, who had just returned from his work outside, couldn't bear to see her anxious and unlearnable look, so he coaxed her back into the house.

Four or five people worked hard for the whole morning, and finally hundreds of dumplings were out of the pot at dinner time.

One plate per person, adults use a large plate and children use a small plate.

A small table was packed with people.

It was called an adoption ceremony, but there was actually no specific process. Xiaoman just poured Jilang a small glass of wine.

Xiaoman handed the small bamboo wine glass to Ji Lang and called out in a crisp voice, "Father."

Ji Lang took it, drank the glass of wine, took out the jade pendant he had been wearing, and put it around Xiaoman's neck.

"This was given by my father's family, and now my father is giving it to you." In fact, this jade pendant is worth some money in modern times, but here, it is just a decoration and has no other value.

But Xiaoman liked it very much. She picked it up with a look of cherishment, looked at it for a while with her head down, and then carefully put it into her clothes.

Just like that, a simple ceremony was completed.

"Okay, let's eat!"

Everyone likes this hot and slippery dumpling. A lot of seasonings were added to the bacon during the marinating process, which gives it a very special aroma. The mushrooms are also very fresh and fragrant.

Ji Lang enjoyed eating one after another, chewing the chewy bacon, and suddenly he wanted to have another meal of bacon stewed rice.

Since the noodles have matured, most people have eaten noodles as their staple food. Occasionally, they use the rice that Jilang has refreshed, but only to cook porridge.

Even though it's only a little bit refreshed every day, it adds up to a lot, and now even a large jar of rice can hardly hold it.

I use a lot of flour. When I steam buns, I mix it with bean flour and fruit flour. Now I have half a jar of flour stored.

Fortunately, the weather is cold and there is no need to worry about the food going bad, otherwise Ji Lang would not dare to store so much.

Now their staple food is noodles, and in the next cycle they will plant some potatoes and pumpkins, so that at least during the cold season, they will not lack staple food.

However, Ji Lang still wanted to try to find some wheat or corn. It would probably be difficult to find rice in these deep mountains and forests.

Although the noodles are delicious, they cannot be grown in one or two years. A large tree like that may need to go through more than a dozen cycles before it starts to bear fruit. This is definitely enough for Ji Lang and his group, but as the tribe develops and more and more people come, the noodles they can get will be much less, and they will need a new staple food by then.

These things need to be notified to everyone in advance, so Ji Lang decided to draw these common staple foods and then let the group of people who go out to see them every day, so that they can remember them and recognize them at a glance if they really encounter them.

The two red pandas were fed for a day and they might not like the dried fruits and bamboo shoots that were dried.

Seeing that these people had finished their meal, they ran to Qingjiu and Xishi and kept making digging movements. Everyone soon understood that these two little guys wanted to take them to find winter bamboo shoots.