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

The two bags next to the millstone were filled with freshly ground flour, fruit and bean flour. It seemed that these people did not even go back to rest all morning and were busy all the time.

After Ji Lang woke up and walked around, he looked at the five extra bags of flour, bean powder, and the pancakes that had been out of the oven in the kitchen for a long time. He also looked at Xiaoman and others who were playing checkers with Abai. He couldn't help but start to doubt himself, is he really that good at sleeping?

Sa Shi also woke up. He had just finished feeding his baby. He sat on the kang in a daze, feeling hopeless.

When she heard the knock on the door, she knew it was Ji Lang. After all, among all these people, he was the only one who had this habit when entering the room. Sa Shi didn’t understand it before, but now she suddenly thought that if she was feeding her baby and someone pushed the door directly in, she would definitely feel unhappy. However, when Ji Lang knocked on the door, it would remind her.

Although they are still in a confused state and do not understand what privacy is, they also have the most basic sense of shame and do not want the key parts of their bodies to be seen by anyone other than their partners.

"It's okay, come in."

Only after hearing Sa Shi's powerful voice did Ji Lang open the curtain and go in.

"Why don't you close the door? What if the wind blows in?" Ji Lang asked puzzledly. Isn't it said that women during confinement cannot be exposed to wind or water?

Sa Shi also looked puzzled, "What will happen if the wind blows?" It's just a breeze. He has been exposed to the wind since he was a child, and he has never heard that anything can happen if the wind blows.

Jilang: ...

Maybe they haven't summed up this experience yet.

He had no choice but to explain, "People in our area say that being exposed to the wind right after giving birth can make you sick easily and leave sequelae."

In fact, he didn't understand it either. He just saw it on TV.

I remember a Qing Dynasty drama that was quite popular a few years ago. In it, after the protagonist gave birth to a child, a palace maid opened the window to let out the smell and was slapped in the face.

"Please spare me. Am said that I can't get off the kang for the next few days. I'm going crazy. If the door is closed, I can't guarantee what I will do." Sa Shi leaned against the quilt and collapsed on the kang.

Because she was lying on the kang, she didn't wear a thick coat, but Lan and Li were probably worried that she would catch a cold, so they sewed her a thick long-sleeved shirt that looked like a loose T-shirt. It was not convenient to wear when working, but it must be comfortable when sleeping.

The two children slept obediently inside. After only half a day, Ji Lang felt that the two children seemed to be less wrinkled and looked much pleasing to the eye. The slightly larger sister even smacked her lips in her sleep. Ji Lang couldn't help but chuckled and said, "They can sleep well and are so obedient."

Sa Shi rolled his eyes upon hearing this, "Come on, you don't know how many times you've cried in the past half day, your voices are very loud, and when one of you cries, the other one will soon start crying too, I'm almost dying from the noise."

Li just pushed the door open, holding a bowl of something in his hand, "Come on, when you were just born, you were more troublesome than these two combined." He handed the soup in his hand to Sa Shi, "Drink a bowl of bone soup to nourish your body. Xiao Lang has left rice and soup for you in the pot. Eat them when you're hungry." The last sentence was directed to Ji Lang, who nodded quickly in response, said hello and went to the kitchen.

"Am, I don't want to drink it. I have to go to the toilet after drinking too much soup." Although Sa Shi took the bowl, her face showed reluctance. There was a tearing sensation below, and it was uncomfortable to move. Going to the toilet was even more painful. It was just that she could bear it and did not show it on her face. In fact, she was still feeling waves of pain in her body.

Li felt sorry for her, as she had suffered this pain before. She knew that other people would not understand her pain if she spoke it out. It was rare that he did not scold Sa Shi, and took the bowl from her hand, "Then don't drink it for now."

Although the frightened Am was very easy to talk to today, Sa Shile refused to drink. He lay back with a smug look on his face, which caused his wound to be pulled, and he grimaced in pain.

"You are so impatient. I really can't spoil you."

Well, I still got scolded.

Ji Lang arrived at the yard and saw several children wearing gloves and playing with some dogs. Abai followed them. Now that he had his own gloves, there was excitement on his face that had never been seen before. His little face was red from the cold.

Xiaoman was wearing a thick down jacket and a rabbit-ear hat. When she ran, her long ears hanging on both sides bounced up and down, making her look like a little rabbit.

When the little rabbit Man saw Jilang coming out, he quickly jumped over and hugged Jilang's legs, "Father!"

Ji Lang took his still warm hands out of his pockets and covered his red face with his hands. "What are you playing for? Are you so happy? Aren't you cold?"

The child shook his head. "It's not cold. Feng is taking us to play the snowman game you mentioned last time. Can we play together after dinner?"

Although I felt very cold, I couldn't refuse the little guy with his eyes wide open and full of expectation.

"Okay."

Hearing Ji Lang's promise, Xiaoman took her hands out of the gloves, held Ji Lang's big hands, and took Ji Lang to the kitchen to eat. As she walked, she kept muttering, "Today we have delicious pancakes, with meat and sweet ones. I ate two big pieces!"

After saying that, he patted his round belly to signal to Ji Lang that he was full.

The two of them had a noisy meal. The pancakes were delicious. One was filled with bacon and dried vegetables, and the dough was soft. The other should be the sugar pancake that Ye made specifically for children. It was small, fried on both sides until golden and crispy, and it was so crispy that it fell apart when you took a bite. Ji Lang ate most of it and gave the remaining half to Xiaoman. Although the little guy was full, he still couldn't resist the temptation of the sugar pancake. He took it carefully, took small bites and savored it carefully, with an intoxicated look on his face, which made Ji Lang almost choke.

But seeing him like this, Ji Lang suddenly thought that he could make some snacks for the children.

When he was a child, his grandmother would fry candies and various kinds of pastry snacks during the Chinese New Year. Anyway, now they have an oven, a pan and oil.

It’s a pity that the ewe that gave birth to a lamb has little milk now, otherwise I could try to make some dairy products.

The main reason is that there have been so many things to do recently. I finally adapted to the weather and temperature of the cold season, but I haven't had time to do anything. There are the wolf pack and the Baiyun tribe, and I can't settle down for a single day. Naturally, I have no time to think about delicious food.

Ji Lang was clearing away the dishes he had used when the kitchen door curtain was lifted and Wu poked his head in. "Man, don't you want to come and play? Feng built a big snowman."

The child looked at Ji Lang with curiosity and longing.

"You go out and play first, I'll be right back." Just as Ji Lang finished speaking, he saw the child jump up from the wooden block like a little spring, and hurriedly reminded him, "Put on your gloves and hat."

"I know." A crisp small voice came over, and the person had already run out.

When Ji Lang finished packing and walked to the snowman surrounded by several children, he was really stunned.

Feng was squatting on the ground and using leaves and dead branches he found in the woodshed to trim the snowman's facial features.

The snowman he made was not the animated version with two balls on the top and the bottom as Ji Lang had mentioned, but a real-life version. It looked more like a sculpture than a snowman, and there was even a fur texture on the snowman. Next to the snowman with only the upper body was a lifelike big dog made of snow. Ji Lang was just about to praise him for making such a good snowman and dog when he saw the big dog shattered in an instant, and a dog came out of it, shaking off the snow on its body. It had two small white points on its ears, which were fur.

......These unfortunate kids are not afraid of suffocating Damao to death.

Although Da Mao and the other puppies are much bigger in size, they are actually just puppies less than half a year old. When they saw Ji Lang, Da Mao threw himself at Ji Lang's feet as if he was complaining, rubbing his legs and whimpering.

Ji Lang patted it and said, "Go and play by yourself. You think you are a puppy and you're still crying." Feeling that he was being rejected, Da Mao stopped wagging his tail and whining. He squatted beside it and sulked.

It's exactly the same as Liefeng in a bad mood.

"You can play, but you can't cover the dog or other pets at home in the snow like this, you know? It's easy to suffocate." Ji Lang took the opportunity to teach the children a lesson.

The boys knew that they were playing without restraint, so they listened obediently when they were scolded. However, Da Mao, who was feeling aggrieved, seemed to be able to tell that Ji Lang was standing up for him, and he immediately became cocky.

Except for Abai, who felt a little timid after hearing Jilang's preaching and really felt that he had made a mistake, although it was Da Mao who crawled into the snow by himself at the beginning and several friends brushed the snow off it, even Abai did not do anything.

The other people seemed to be listening very seriously, with expressions as if they knew they were wrong. But when Ji Lang turned around and left, they looked at each other, winked and stuck out their tongues. Of course, their mouths were blocked by their hats, so they couldn't see each other at all.

After sleeping too much during the day, Ji Lang tossed and turned on the kang at night.

"Can't sleep?" Qing Jiu's big hands dishonestly reached into Ji Lang's underwear again, rubbing back and forth on the smooth skin, as if he could not touch it enough.

Ji Lang reacted to being touched. He turned around angrily and bit Qing Jiu's shoulder.

"Do you think Ah Hua can help us deal with the wolves?"

"If they can't solve it, we are still here. Don't worry." As soon as Qing Jiu finished speaking, he heard the faint howling of wolves coming from a distance.

Ji Lang's hearing was not as good as his, so he did not hear the noise.

Worried that Ji Lang might hear it, Qing Jiu took his big hands out from under the quilt and gently covered Ji Lang's ears.

Ji Lang thought he was helping to warm his ears, so he rubbed his cold ears against the rough but warm big hand, closed his eyes and went to sleep with a smile on his face.

The morning air was chilly to the point of being unnoticeable. Ji Lang walked through the doorway, which was open. In the outer courtyard, several people were chatting and laughing as they cleaned the sheep pen.

When I was a child in the village, everyone knew about Wodong. When the weather got cold, the hardworking people in the village would become lazy. They would sit at the entrance of the village, gossip, play cards, and watch TV dramas. It was a rare time of relaxation throughout the year.

But these people, even though Ji Lang has told them many times that they should rest, they just can't rest. In Ji Lang's opinion, there are only a few sheep in the sheepfold now, so it's okay to clean up the sheepfold every few days. But Guo Qi and the others still clean up the sheepfold tirelessly every day and are busy, only occasionally playing a few games of chess.

"Ji Lang, are you awake?" Ah Zhou, who came out of the sheep pen carrying a basket of dirty dry grass, greeted Ji Lang with a smile.

Ji Lang replied, "Well, let me take a look at these ducks." The ducks have not been eating properly these past few days. The flour and fruit residue in the trough is often less than half gone in a whole day. You know, before they could finish a whole trough in half a day. Worried that they would get sick, Ji Lang ran out to take a closer look.

Just as I was about to push the door of the duck pen, someone inside opened it. It was Ye.

Seeing Ji Lang, Ye Xiao's eyes curved, "I knew you were thinking about it too." As he spoke, he handed the cleaned garbage in his hand to A Zhou next to him, and A Zhou took it naturally.

The relationship between the two of them was no longer the vague ambiguity that Ji Lang had felt last time, but a kind of natural and spontaneous harmony.

Hiding the surprise in his eyes, Ji Langye smiled and said, "Aren't you thinking about it too?"

"I don't know what's going on. They don't look sick, but they eat very little. They've lost a lot of weight in the past two days." Ye looked distressed. The ducks he raised with great difficulty had lost so much weight inexplicably. He always felt like he had lost money.

Ji Lang was also thinking about this problem, "Should we let them out for some fresh air? Maybe they can get enough of being locked up these days." Ji Lang guessed this because sheep and ducks have smells on them, and wolves have come recently. Everyone was worried that the smell of these animals would attract wolves to come, so they simply canceled the daily program of letting them out for fresh air.

Ye looked at Zhou in distress, "Will this work? What if the duck doesn't get better and attracts the wolf?"

Ah Zhou had just moved two baskets of animal manure to the corner and was now squatting on the ground washing his hands with snow. He didn't notice that Ye was looking at him, so he thought he was still talking to Ji Lang, and continued to listen with his ears perked up.

Who knew that the two of them stopped talking? I turned my head to look over there in confusion, and Ye, who was walking over, knocked me on the head. "Why don't you answer me when I asked you a question?" There was a hint of anger and intimacy in his tone.

Ji Lang: ...Well, these two will definitely work out.

I put a big cross on the question mark in my heart and drew a bigger exclamation mark.

Zhou was not annoyed when he was hit on the head. Ye's arms and legs were so small that the weight of a leaf that had not been blown up by the wind hitting his head was heavy. "Didn't Ah Hua say that they would come to help us get rid of the wolves? Don't be afraid. Even if they can't, we will be able to solve it." These hunters have an innate confidence in the face of wild beasts. Even if there is a big difference in number and size, they don't think there is anything difficult to deal with. On the contrary, the more difficult the prey is, the more excited they are. They are natural hunters.

"Then I'll go let the ducks out." After hearing his words, Ye immediately turned around and went into the duck pen.

After a while, a group of ducks came out of the duck pen door in a zigzag pattern.

After coming out, their goal was very clear and they all rushed towards the snow pile at the same time.

One by one, they drilled the snow with their bills like small electric drills, then squeezed into the snow pile and flapped their wings. There was no sign of the dejected feeling of being trapped in a cage at all.