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

The moment he was stared at by those amber tiger eyes, Ji Lang felt his heart was about to jump out, and his palms were so sweaty that he couldn't even hold the bow steadily.

He didn't have much chance. The guy's speed in the grass did not slow down. Even if Ji Lang was on the hill, Ji Lang couldn't hit him within three arrows. He was afraid that he would be killed on the spot.

Qing Jiu, who had slowed down to create an opportunity for Ji Lang, immediately turned around and ran behind the tiger.

Without much hesitation, Ji Lang shot the arrow with the bowstring fully drawn.

Fortunately, the tiger was hit by its front paw, which was not fatal, but it slowed down the tiger's speed greatly.

At this time, Qing Jiu also caught up with the slowed-down tiger and used all his strength to chop its hind legs with the axe.

The tiger, which had not yet completely stopped, immediately fell into the grass.

He struggled to get up, crouched over and stared at Qing as if attacking, baring his teeth and making warning sounds.

Ji Lang picked up the long sword beside him and rushed down. Realizing that the people on the hill were about to come down, they immediately jumped up from the ground and attacked Qing Jiu, trying to jump away and escape while Qing Jiu was dodging.

But when Qing Jiu saw him attacking him, he had no intention of dodging. Instead, he squatted slightly and quickly slashed its abdomen with the axe.

Then he struck the tiger's head several times with the back of the axe.

When Ji Lang came down, it was breathing out more than it was breathing in, and was lying on the ground, dying.

I took a look at Qing Jiu and found that apart from his shortness of breath and some small scratches on his body, there was no other problem.

Qing Jiu squatted down and killed the tiger directly, but he saw that Ji Lang's left hand, which was hanging down next to him, was covered in blood and still dripping down.

She frowned and pulled up his hand, revealing a deep crack from the palm to the base of his hand.

Ji Lang was shocked to see such a big wound, and his palm began to hurt slightly, probably because he didn't pay attention at the last time.

The problem now is that the tiger doesn't know what to do.

You definitely can’t finish eating it.

However, Qing Jiu did not give him a chance to think about it, but signaled him to go home quickly and bandage his wound.

Qing Jiu stayed behind to deal with the big tiger. He sprinkled some golden wound medicine on the wound, bandaged it with gauze, and looked at Xiao Man who was sitting beside him with tears in his eyes, wanting to help but not knowing where to start. Ji Lang tied the gauze in his hand and patted his little shoulder soothingly.

It was unknown when Qingjiu would finish dealing with the tiger. He should still be hungry at this time. Ji Lang looked at the leftover rice from lunch and lit a fire to fry half a pot of ham fried rice.

Too bad there were no eggs.

I served Xiaoman half a bowl and let him eat first.

Ji Lang found a large bowl with the remaining food filled in it, covered it with a pot lid, put it in his backpack, and went out with his child to deliver the meal.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with letting the child see Qing dealing with the tiger. In such a world, no one can be a flower in a greenhouse. No matter how much he liked and doted on Xiaoman, he couldn't protect the child for a lifetime. He would have to come into contact with these things slowly, and gradually become stronger as he grew older, just as strong as Qingjiu.

Ji Lang took Xiaoman slowly down the mountain. The child had been cooped up in the house for so many days and had long wanted to come out and play.

Xiaoman is a bit introverted, probably because of his past experiences. He is very sensible and obedient. Even if he wants to go out, he never mentions it. Now he can finally go out and play. He touches this and that, and is lively for once.

There are many unknown small flowers on the mountain, and they all bloom very beautifully.

The child seemed to see nothing and only stared at the edible wild vegetables.

He kept whispering something.

Ji Lang didn't rush him and let him follow his nature.

When we arrived at the place, Qing Jiu had already peeled off the tiger skin and tied it up with straw ropes. It seemed that he cherished the tiger skin very much from the way he handled it. There was probably no cloth or cotton here, so the tiger skin could be used as both clothing and bedding. After being properly processed, it would be a good cold-proof item.

He gave the soap in the bag to Qingjiu and asked him to go to the river to wash the grease off his hands. He and Xiaoman looked at the peeled tiger skin curiously.

When Qing Jiu came back, he heard the two of them stumbling over how to have a big meal of meat.

Jilang still only knows a little bit of language, and all communication is done through gestures.

Qing Jiu saw that he had a smile on his face and his expression became a little exaggerated when he spoke in order to better convey his meaning. He couldn't help but find it a little funny.

When I got closer, I found a thin bloodstain on Ji Lang's face. I didn't know if it was caused by a scratch or an accidental rub.

Qing Jiu felt somewhat unhappy. He didn't want to see this man get hurt, even just a little bit.

He stretched out his hand as if possessed by a ghost and gently rubbed Ji Lang's cheek. Some of the bloodstain was rubbed off, and some had already solidified. Qing Jiu rubbed his thumb back and forth twice before wiping it clean.

Fortunately, it was just blood that was rubbed on.

Ji Lang was stunned by his somewhat intimate action. He subconsciously reached out and rubbed the cheek that had been rubbed by Qing Jiu. There seemed to be a lingering touch of Qing Jiu's thumb there. The freshly washed hands were a little wet, rough and hot, which made Ji Lang's face suddenly burn.

I couldn't help but complain in my heart, what's wrong with this savage? Why does he do this at any time?

It made his heart beat fast.

As if to change the subject, Ji Lang asked, "How do you cut the tiger meat into small pieces?"

As if he thought of something, he turned around and took out the fried rice in the backpack.

"Eat something first. You didn't eat lunch and you've been hungry all day."

Qing Jiu's mind was still on the delicacy and softness that he had just felt from his fingertips. How could it be more delicate and whiter than a child's cheek? He couldn't understand why the person who seemed to have been supported all the time would appear here.

Hearing Ji Lang's sudden words, he was brought back to his senses and felt a little contempt for himself. He was distracted in the wild and was really risking his life.

He took the bowl and spoon from Ji Lang's hands, and because he was so hungry, he quickly put the whole thing into his mouth.

No need to worry about choking.

Looking at the tiger on the ground and thinking for a while, Qing Jiu put the tiger skin into Ji Lang's backpack. Afraid that Ji Lang would not understand, he deliberately slowed down his speech and said, "You carry the tiger skin and go back with Xiao Man first. I will deal with the meat."

Ji Lang translated the nouns he mentioned into Chinese in his mind, and after sorting them out, he understood the general meaning.

He pointed to the bones that were mostly covered by weeds but still partially exposed, "Leave a few pieces of this. I want some soup."

Qing Jiu nodded to show that he understood.

At this time, Ji Lang felt a little embarrassed to stay here, so he simply picked up the bamboo basket and took Xiaoman up the mountain.

It was still early, so they put the bamboo baskets back and came out to dig some wild vegetables.

There are three of them, and there is no way they can finish all the meat of such a big tiger.

Qing Jiu picked up a few large pieces of meat, and according to Ji Lang's instructions, he chopped a few large bones. He found a remote place far away from water, dug a hole and buried the remaining parts.

The weather is not cool enough. If the corpses are left outside without being dealt with, they will become smelly and no one will be able to come to this large area. The rotting corpses will bring diseases. Many people in the tribe have become sick after coming into contact with rotting corpses. Mild cases will make people's bodies no longer strong, and severe cases will directly take their lives and even spread among the crowd.

So Qingjiu was very careful when handling the tiger's body.

After Ji Lang and Xiaoman got home, they spread the tiger skin out on the ground above the house to dry. Although Qingjiu didn't say anything, Ji Lang saw that he had handled the fur in this way before.

He poured a glass of water for the child and himself. After running back and forth, the two of them were a little hungry, so they shared a pancake.

I will probably have to eat meat all the time these days. Ji Lang feels that no matter how delicious the meat is, you will get tired of it if you eat too much.

So I took Xiaoman to the mountains to pick wild vegetables.

There is a field of alfalfa on the mountain facing away from the sun. Some of the alfalfa is newly grown, while some is old and inedible.

Ji Lang knew that this thing was edible when his grandparents raised cattle when he was a child. The grass they grew for the cattle was alfalfa. Every spring, his grandmother would take him to pick the newly grown alfalfa shoots.

Everyone in the village likes to come to their fields to pick alfalfa sprouts. Jilang always feels that the more he picks this plant, the better it grows.

Moreover, alfalfa sprouts are delicious whether they are stir-fried or served cold. They are fresh and tender and have a special flavor.

In fact, when Ji Lang was alone, he rarely went there even if he found the alfalfa field.

He always feels lonely when he is alone, especially when he encounters something that reminds him of his childhood or the past. This feeling of loneliness becomes stronger, and he always has a sense of loss as if he has been forgotten by the world.

But after meeting Xiaoman and Qingjiu, this feeling rarely appeared. Even though there were only three of us and we didn't share a common language, this was enough.

This made Jilang's lonely life and heart become lively.

Strictly speaking, the way to pick alfalfa cannot be called digging, it is cutting or pinching. Just like leeks, you cut from the root and eat the tender shoots.

Ji Lang was cutting the alfalfa sprouts from the roots one by one in front, while Xiaoman was picking up the alfalfa sprouts quickly into the basket with her little hands behind Ji Lang. The two of them worked together perfectly.

Alfalfa is a wild vegetable that is delicious and tender, so Ji Lang didn't dig too much. He only dug enough for two meals, and then he took Xiaoman home with him, who was very happy with what he had picked and was still a little reluctant to leave.

Not long after getting home and boiling water, Qingjiu came back carrying meat and bones tied with straw ropes.

In the evening, they happily ate stewed meat and tiger bone soup. Thinking that Xiaoman was still growing and needed more nourishment, Ji Lang coaxed the child into drinking two bowls.

I heard from my grandfather before that tiger bone wine has significant effects. It can not only eliminate rheumatism but also strengthen the tendons and replenish the blood. I think tiger bone soup will be no less effective.

But Ji Lang forgot that sometimes too much is as bad as too little.

Several people suddenly had such a nourishing meal, and as expected, the two adults and one child all suffered from insomnia.

Especially Xiaoman, who had finally gone out today and had two bowls of tiger bone soup. It was already one in the morning but she was still muttering with joy.

Ji Lang could understand some of the words he spoke, but most of them he didn't understand.

Ji Lang even suspected that what he drank was not soup but two bowls of white wine.

Looking at the red little face that was not sleepy at all, Ji Lang tickled the child with mischief, and this simply went against the grain, the child couldn't stop giggling.

Qing Jiu lay down beside him and was speechless. Why was the younger one making so much noise and the older one not behaving well?

It was almost four o'clock when Xiaoman finally fell asleep.

Ji Lang also began to feel a little sleepy. He turned over and was about to go to sleep when he suddenly felt someone staring at him.

He suddenly opened his eyes, which had long since adapted to the darkness, and saw Qingjiu lying beside him across from Xiaoman. He didn't have time to look away.

Why did Ji Lang feel that his eyes were so similar to the tiger that turned around and rushed towards him today?

He closed his eyes nervously, turned over and continued to sleep with his back to Qingjiu.

Qing Jiu, who was caught, remained calm and did not look away. He continued to stare at Ji Lang's exposed neck. The beautiful and slender neck was half covered by the hair, and the exposed half seemed dazzlingly white to Qing Jiu even in the dark.

It made him want to follow the heat in his heart and take a bite, wanting to confirm whether it was as delicate as the touch of his cheek.

Qing Jiu suppressed the random thoughts in his heart, closed his eyes and forced himself to sleep.

Not yet. He didn't have enough food, no good cave, no way to provide security for this man. Even compared to some of this man's ideas and tools, he felt stupid and useless.