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

Unfortunately, he didn't know anyone, so Xiaoman had to take him to pick them.

Xiaoman was more serious about this than her age should be. When Jilang couldn't help looking at some mushrooms with strange shapes or beautiful colors, Xiaoman only had eyes for two kinds of mushrooms, one was the fat white mushroom, and the other was a little gray with dark spots and lines on the surface, called gray mushroom.

In fact, Ji Lang felt that this fat mushroom was a bit like the King Oyster Mushroom in the previous world. It was round and cylindrical, and when it was broken from the ground, there was a very crisp "bang" sound, which was quite relaxing.

He has never eaten this mushroom before, and doesn't know if it has the same crispy and tender texture as the King Oyster Mushroom.

The gray mushrooms were the ones that Qingjiu had picked before, and they were so fresh and tender that Jilang and Xiaoman could not forget them. So now the two of them focused on picking the gray mushrooms. Soon, they picked up a full basket.

Over there, Qing Jiu was also digging bamboo shoots skillfully. The soil was much softer after the rain. When he saw a good-looking bamboo shoot, he used a shovel to push away the soil on both sides and shoveled at the root of the bamboo shoot. He could get a round bamboo shoot by holding the exposed part. Not to mention the thin and long ones, which were very tender and crisp and could fill a basket with just a few moves.

Both baskets were full, but Ji Lang, who hadn't been out for a few days, didn't want to go back so early, so he walked around in the woods.

Unexpectedly, after walking a few steps, I suddenly stepped on empty air. I subconsciously lowered my head and saw that the rain had washed out a one-meter-wide pit in the place blocked by the dense grass. It was so dark that I couldn't see how deep it was.

Ji Lang took a look and reached out to grab the weeds beside the pit as if by reflex.

The moment I grabbed it, I felt a big, warm hand, very firm.

Ji Lang inappropriately thought of the costume drama he loved to watch as a child, in which the hero was caught by the heroine when he fell off a cliff. The two looked at each other affectionately and expressed their feelings, but in order to prevent the heroine from losing her life, the hero pried open her fingers one by one.

Just as I was about to put myself in the situation, Qing Jiu picked me up with one hand.

Ji Lang: “…”

The two were very close to each other, and although Ji Lang's thoughts were in a mess, he was indeed a little frightened.

At this moment, the smell of soap on Qing Jiu's body mixed with the scent of bamboo and rainwater. The warm body seemed to amplify these smells and make them aggressive, making Ji Lang feel relieved but also a little flustered.

I didn't want to admit that I couldn't help but feel flustered and wanted to get closer.

Feeling that the person leaning on him had not yet completely calmed down, Qing Jiu gently patted his back and said, "It's okay, don't be afraid."

She wanted to use this to calm her heart which was rising rapidly just now, and she didn't know whether she was comforting Ji Lang or herself.

Xiaoman, who was originally about ten meters away, was also frightened for a moment. After she came to her senses, she immediately ran to Ji Lang and hugged Ji Lang's legs tightly with both hands.

While yelling quietly, "I'm so scared. This hole is so bad. It's hidden and can't be seen."

When Qingjiu heard Xiaoman's words, he also felt that this was a hidden danger, but that's how it is in the mountains. Even in places where there are no threats from wild animals, deep pits, sudden cracks, and mudslides after rain, any one of them can easily take a human life.

After pushing Ji Lang and Xiaoman who was hanging on Ji Lang's legs a few steps away, Qing Jiu picked up a solid piece of soil and threw it in. It took a while before the echo of something falling into the water was heard.

Not only is the pit deep, but there is also water inside it. The consequences of falling into it would be disastrous.

I took a shovel and cleaned up the grass beside the pit. I cut the weeds at the roots, pulled them out and threw them into the pit. All the weeds within a few meters around were cleaned up.

In this way, they can see the location of the pit at a glance and prevent anyone else from falling in, even though there is no one else here except them.

After recovering, Ji Lang squatted down and touched Xiaoman's little face which had grown a little flesh. His big eyes, which still had some lean flesh, stared angrily at the big hole.

After this happened, Ji Lang no longer had the mood to look around, and Xiaoman also urged him to go back.

Although Qing Jiu didn't say anything, he quickly carried the bamboo basket containing bamboo shoots.

He held a shovel in one hand and a backpack full of mushrooms in the other.

Ji Lang: "I was shocked, not stupid nor useless."

After complaining, he tried to take the backpack from Qingjiu's hand. Qingjiu didn't want to give it to him, but didn't dare to make him angry.

He stared at Ji Lang for a while, and Ji Lang was about to get angry. Then he made sure that Ji Lang was indeed fine and handed the backpack in his hand to him.

Instead of going home directly, they went to the river first and washed the mushrooms and bamboo shoots before returning home.

Ji Lang sorted out the mushrooms that he would eat in the evening, and put the rest on a moisture-proof mat on the roof to dry in the sun.

He had to learn the way of life here and be prepared for danger in times of peace. After all, he had never experienced the cold season here. Even the strong Qingjiu and the optimistic Xiaoman looked solemn when they mentioned the cold season, especially Xiaoman. Fear was revealed on his face when he thought of the cold season.

Qingjiu went to catch wild animals. What kind of stewed meat and mushroom soup we would have in the evening would depend on what he could bring back.

Seeing that it was still early, Ji Lang simply boiled some water and started blanching the bamboo shoots he had dug up today.

He still remembered the first time he ate the bamboo shoots here, he didn't think of blanching them. Qing Jiu and the others didn't have such a habit either. When they ate a pot of bamboo shoots stewed with pheasant, not only did the bitterness of the bamboo shoots make his tongue numb, but the bitter taste was also cooked into the chicken.

He couldn't eat a single bite, but Qingjiu was used to it, and even Xiaoman didn't think there was anything wrong.

They have become accustomed to the astringent feeling and can even taste the fragrance of the bamboo shoots, because they have been eating this way since they were small in the tribe. Dried bamboo shoots are one of the most abundant foods in the cold season, but the dried bamboo shoots are not as astringent as the fresh ones.

From then on, Ji Lang required that bamboo shoots be blanched before eating, whether they were stir-fried or stewed. From then on, Qing Jiu and Xiao Man had opened the door to a new world. The bamboo shoots that had been boiled in water once were no longer astringent when put into the pot again, leaving only a crisp and refreshing taste. Days passed, and in a blink of an eye, Ji Lang had been in this world for five months.

The climate here is a bit strange. It should have been spring when Ji Lang first arrived, but it should be summer now.

In fact, the temperature has indeed risen a bit in the past few months, but only by a few degrees. It doesn’t feel hot at all at the moment, and it seems no different from a few months ago.

Ji Lang asked Qing Jiu, the "local", with some curiosity.

During these three months, Jilang’s main task was not to work, but to learn their language. Xiaoman taught him during the day, and he practiced conversations with Qingjiu at night.

From the initial incomprehensible communication with gestures and gestures, to now having no problem with some basic daily communication.

After asking, Ji Lang found out that the climate here was completely different from what he had imagined.

The entire climate cycle is divided into warm season, windy season, rainy season, and cold season.

The month calculation is the same and is called a full moon.

The warm season is the longest, usually 12-14 full moons, and the temperature will rise and become hot in the two months before the end of the warm season.

The windy season lasts for 2-3 months, during which time there will be endless strong winds, which is suitable for drying meat and storing food.

The rainy season is the shortest, lasting no more than a month, but a big problem during the rainy season is that stored food will become moldy and it is difficult to hunt prey.

After the rainy season comes, the temperature will gradually drop, and it won’t take long for it to snow after the rain stops.

After the first snow comes the cold season.

The winter season is the most difficult and the duration is not fixed.

Qingjiu has experienced ten cold seasons since he was a child. The shortest was six full moons, and the longest was twelve full moons. None of the children born in the tribe survived during that cold season.

Qing Jiu almost couldn't make it at that time.

The shortage of food and the long-term cold will slowly erode people's instinct for survival.

Xiaoman, who was sitting on the kang and playing with her kitten, couldn't help but shiver when she heard Qingjiu mention Han Ji.

The kitten, who had grown up a lot, sensed Xiaoman's uneasiness and rubbed the child's palm with its head tilted.

Seeing that the little guy, who had grown a lot of flesh and even a little taller during this period, was afraid of the cold season, Ji Lang felt that he had to start planning for the move.

Although according to Qing Jiu's calculation, it is now the sixth month of the warm season, when he first came here, just one month of the cold season had passed, and it is still early to the next cold season.

Originally this was just a temporary residence. If he hadn't met Qingjiu and Xiaoman, he might have gone to find a place more suitable for living long ago.

This place is too close to the water source. Although it is convenient for them, there are also many potential dangers.

Without much hesitation, he told Qingjiu his thoughts.

"I plan to move to a place that is more suitable for living. Do you have any ideas?"

Qing Jiu was stunned for a moment, "Where are we going?"

"I don't know where exactly. I want to go a little further these days. I can always find a better place."

This place is actually quite good, but when the cold season that Qing Jiu mentioned comes, the kang that can never be warm no matter how hard you try, and the wild animals that become more ferocious due to hunger in the cold season are all potential dangers.

Qing Jiu lowered his head, thinking about something, and Ji Lang didn't disturb him.

When he turned around, he saw Xiaoman holding the kitten and looking at him with red eyes.

"What's wrong?" He walked over, touched the child's head, picked him up and held him in his arms.

The child said nervously, "Lang, are you leaving? Don't you want us anymore?"

Ji Lang was puzzled, "I must take you with me!"

And what does this "also" mean?

Looking at Qing Jiu who seemed to be in deep thought, Ji Lang suddenly reacted.

"Can't you leave here?"

Qing Jiu also came over and touched Xiao Man comfortingly, "No, but there are indeed some situations. It's okay, I'll take care of it."

As if she had made some decision, she suddenly pulled Ji Lang's right hand and held it with both hands, knelt on one knee, and rested her forehead on the back of Ji Lang's hand.

This ceremony is the same as when Xiaoman first arrived.

Ji Lang quickly pulled him.

"What are you doing?"

Qing Jiu stood up and didn't say anything. There were many things in his eyes that Ji Lang couldn't understand. The only thing that could be seen was his determination.

"I know a place where we can move to, but it won't just be me and Xiaoman, there will also be my family..."

Qingjiu and Xiaoman both come from a tribe only three days away from here. It is where Qingjiu grew up and it is also the largest tribe he knows.

Because they have a technology that other tribes cannot learn, which is burning pottery gravel. They can burn this thing into pots, bowls, weapons, and other things. It is also sturdy and durable. They are very popular in the surrounding tribes, so they are gradually called the Pottery Gravel Tribe.

People from other tribes would exchange various items for pottery products, some for salt, some for furs and dried meat, or for food that is easy to store.

Some tribes do not have anything valuable to exchange for pottery products, so they will exchange young women. Due to the cold season, the survival rate of children is very low, so young and capable women are very popular in the tribe.

The women who are replaced have the right to freely choose their partners and can also find other people to be their partners after giving birth to the children.

There were also some small tribes that would come from far away to join the Taoli tribe. Over time, as the number of tribe members increased, the relationships became more complicated.