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

The coldest time of the winter season had arrived. There was less snow, but it was still cold, dry and cold. Even when Ji Lang was working by the stove, his hands were frozen stiff in a short while. He could only put his hands into the fur sleeves on his knees to warm them for a while, then take them out and continue working.

The sky was very dark. It was just after noon and it was too dark to see anything in the cave without a flashlight.

It has been like this these days. It looks like a big snowstorm is brewing, but after more than ten days, there are only occasional small snowflakes.

Xishi always had a solemn expression every time he looked at the sky. He took the people in the hunting team out more diligently and dug bag after bag of winter bamboo shoots. Now there was no more room in the doorway, so some bags were placed directly in the kitchen.

We also caught a lot of snow rabbits. Recently, we have eaten a lot of boiled rabbit meat, roasted rabbit meat, dried rabbit meat, and even braised rabbit meat. Even so, there are still more than a dozen clean and frozen snow rabbits hanging on the shelf outside the kitchen.

In addition to winter bamboo shoots and snow rabbits, Qing Jiu and his team also brought back a kind of black fruit. Ji Lang felt that it was a bit like a frozen pear, but not as sweet and juicy as a frozen pear. It tasted slightly astringent and had a minty freshness. If this thing was in the warm season when wild fruits were everywhere, Ji Lang would not even look at it. However, in such a special season as the cold season, it is really rare to be able to eat a fresh thing with the taste of fruit.

Seeing that Ji Lang liked it, Qing Jiu and his friends would carry back a basket every time they went out, and now there was a small pile of them in the yard.

They were all frozen hard.

Just soak it in hot water or roast it on the stove before eating.

Ji Lang pulled his hands out of his sleeves and was about to continue polishing the gun body when he heard the frozen fruit on the stove making a "hissing" sound. It was ready to be eaten as the juice inside melted and appeared.

"Xiaoman, Wu, Feng, bring Chuan in to eat frozen fruit." Ji Lang shouted outside the door.

Several children outside smiled and responded, "Coming."

After a while, the little ones sat obediently on the wooden stools, holding a small bamboo bowl filled with black jelly fruit and a wooden spoon.

"Let's warm up by the fire first. It's so cold. I wonder what you guys are doing outside." Ji Lang muttered.

Children are really energetic and are not afraid of the cold. Ji Lang felt a chill from time to time while sitting by the stove in the house. These little guys were having fun playing with the puppies in the yard. Their little faces and hands were red from the cold but they seemed not to feel it. Ji Lang admired them a little.

"It's not cold. We are dressed warmly, with hats and gloves."

"Yes, Father, I am sweating."

"Yes...it's not cold." Even the little Chuan said that it was not cold.

"Okay, okay, it's not cold. Be careful when eating the frozen fruit. It's just taken off the stove and the outside might be hot." Ji Lang said helplessly. Why don't these little guys feel cold? Is he the only one who is cold?

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng had already bitten open the frozen fruit and put it directly to his mouth and sucked it.

Okay, you are all made of iron, not afraid of cold or heat, I am the only delicate baby, right?

Jiaobaobao Jilang continued to polish the gun body.

The door curtain was lifted, and a tall figure walked in, covered in snow and cold.

Ji Lang subconsciously looked up and saw the snowflakes on the hem of his coat, "Is it snowing again?"

Qingjiu walked to the stove, took off his coat and patted the snow on it, "Yeah, it's a heavy snow. Xishi said that the snow will last for a long time, so we should prepare in advance, put more firewood in our house, and try to move the food we usually eat to the kitchen."

From the sound of it, it seems likely that with this heavy snow, it will be difficult to even walk in the yard, and we don't know how heavy the snow will get.

Ji Lang couldn't help but feel a little worried, "What about Liefeng and the puppies? The snow is too heavy and they can't go out hunting."

"It's okay. We caught a lot of snow rabbits today, many of which were caught by Liefeng and Damao. We'll pack them up and hang them for them when the time comes." Qingjiu said, putting on a shorter but thicker coat and planning to go out again. "Azhou and I will clean up the sheepfold and put more food in for the sheep and ducks."

Ji Lang followed behind, lifted the door curtain and looked at the snow outside. It was really heavy snow, and you could even hear the sound of it falling on the ground. Qing Jiu, who had just walked a few steps out, could hardly see clearly.

A few children also came over and looked at the heavy snow outside.

"Wow, it's really big." Xiaoman reached out to catch a snowflake, which landed in his small palm without any signs of melting. "Look, father, it's such a big snowflake."

Ji Lang looked over there and saw a beautiful shape, crystal clear, and with an innate coolness.

I reached out to touch it and it was broken, but it was obviously not fluffy like ordinary snowflakes. It was a bit like the thin layer of ice that formed on the water surface in the last few days of the rainy season.

This can't even be called snowflakes.

Another phenomenon that refreshed Ji Lang's cognition.

The yard became noisy and everyone started busy moving firewood and food.

Ji Lang also took the children to work. They first moved firewood to the next house. After Abai left, Xishi did not go back to his own house, but lived in the next house to take care of Sashi. In the first few days, Li was still worried about the two young people taking care of the children, so he stayed with them for a few days. Later, he found that they were more responsible than he thought, so he stopped worrying and slept in the next house.

Now Li, Wu and Feng are sleeping in the same room. These three, one old and two young, must be taken into consideration first.

In addition to firewood, Li also brought Lan to distribute a can of dried meat and a bag of dried fruits, and even potatoes and pickled vegetables to each house. The attitude was very obvious: if the snow was really heavy enough, everyone would just have to make do in their own rooms and even stop cooking.

While Ji Lang was making room for the food, he asked Qing Jiu, "Is the snow so terrible at this time? We can't even leave the house. What did you do before?"

Qing Jiu was also helping Ji Lang to clean up. Even though he had everything he needed now, Ji Lang did not stop using his golden finger to refresh everything every day in case of emergency. This resulted in the back half of this cave, which was originally quite large, being filled to the brim.

"As far as I can remember, this situation has only happened twice. At that time, everyone would move the food and firewood stored outside into the cave, build a big fire circle in the middle of the cave to keep warm, and survive like this for more than ten days." Qing Jiu didn't actually say everything. At that time, basically every day there were people who would fall asleep while lying next to the fire and never wake up again, and would freeze to death in their sleep without knowing it.

"Then I'll put another blanket in the doghouse to prevent the puppies from getting frozen. After all, their fur is not as thick as Liefeng's." Ji Lang said, pulling out a large thick blanket from a pile of sundries and taking it to the doorway.

These three puppies have actually grown into adults now, but perhaps because Ji Lang delivered them himself, he always unconsciously treated them as puppies, fearing that they would not have enough to eat and that they would be cold.

Large flakes of snow were still falling on the ground. In a short while, a thick layer had formed. The sound when stepping on it was different from the usual sound of snow, it was crisper, and occasionally you could hear a sound like glass breaking.

Liefeng was blocking the door of the doghouse as usual. Ji Lang pushed it open and pulled out the dirty and frozen old blanket. The puppy and the red panda were reluctant to give this warm thing to Ji Lang and kept grabbing it with their little paws.

Ji Lang spread the new blanket on the doghouse little by little. The little guys immediately ignored the old blanket and happily crawled into the new blanket, leaving only their little heads exposed, staring at Ji Lang's movements.

Ji Lang: You are too realistic.

It seems that they still feel cold. Ji Lang wants to study how to make a hot water bottle.

The stove in the house boils hot water every day, but we can’t drink it all. If we have a hot water bottle, we can make use of the hot water.

I remember reading a popular science book before, which said that water bags used in ancient times were made of sheep stomachs. When the family slaughtered the sheep again, they would keep the stomach, clean it and use it.

It’s a pity that after the bottle of gum sap was used up, I didn’t collect some more, otherwise it would be very convenient to use it to seal a hole or fix a leak.

This unprecedented season and weather made Jilang feel a little dazed and overwhelmed. He didn't know what else he should do to make everyone more comfortable during this special and difficult period.

Jilang returned to the house and looked at the food on the shelves and the firewood piled on the side. He thought of many wind and rainproof buildings he had seen before, trying to find one that could be built in this era.

How could Qing Jiu not notice his anxiety?

She reached out and touched his slightly wrinkled brows, smoothing them little by little, with rare tenderness in her voice, "This is already the most comfortable winter season we have ever experienced." So, don't put so much pressure on yourself. Ji Lang's arrival has brought about earth-shaking changes in the lives of these people.

Ji Lang, who usually comforts and cheers others up, was a little discouraged. He put his head in Qing Jiu's arms like a spoiled child, listening to his steady and strong heartbeat, his heart and eyes filled with dependence that he didn't realize. "But I always feel that I haven't done enough. You shouldn't suffer like this."

This group of people possessed a tenacity, diligence, and perseverance that even Ji Lang could hardly imagine. They revered and respected nature, but they would not submit to it and were always working hard to survive.

"This is only your first winter season here. Things will get better and better. Without you, we don't know what would happen to our group. You have done enough and well enough. Don't worry." Qing Jiu took the person out of his arms, kissed his smooth forehead, and spoke softly.

Ji Lang moved closer, their breaths intertwined, and they were soon sticking to each other.

In modern times, Ji Lang saw a sentence while watching a video. He couldn't remember the exact words, but the general meaning was that when you love a person or a thing, you often feel that you are not doing well enough and have a sense of indebtedness to the other person.

People who keep and love cats may feel that they have not bought better snacks and toys for them, and do not have time to accompany them all the time, thus trapping the kittens in a small world.

For dog owners and dog lovers, the dream of many is to have a big yard and a beautiful lawn where their dogs can run and jump freely, rather than having to go downstairs or twice a day to let their dogs take a break and be tied up with a leash.

This is even more true for the person you love. You often feel that you are not good enough and have not been able to provide the other person with a better and more comfortable life.

Ji Lang now has a sense of guilt. He has so many things and knowledge brought by modern times, but he is unable to provide a better life for Qingjiu, Xiaoman, and everyone in the family.

This coldness, which was within Ji Lang's comprehension range, made Ji Lang's heart discouraged for a while, but then it made him more determined. There was still a lot he could and should do.

The two talked intimately for a while, the atmosphere became a little heated, and suddenly a corner of the curtain was lifted.

Xiaoman, holding a kitten doll, ran in with a red face from the cold. Seeing the two adults still hugging each other, he approached Jilang without hesitation and said, "Father, I want a hug too."

Ji Lang warmed his face with his warm hands, pulled him into his arms, and stood in front of the stove to warm himself. "Little troublemaker, you still go out to play in such heavy snow."

Xiaoman snuggled into Jilang's arms, mumbling, "I didn't play. I was helping grandma with work. I took a lot of noodles and potatoes to the kitchen."

Qingjiu's face looked a little ugly. This little brat always liked to disturb his good deeds. In the past, Xiaoman would feel a little scared when he saw him like this, but since he started calling Jilang "father", he was no longer afraid, because as long as father saw Qingjiu like this, he would support him. The little guy now hugged Jilang's thigh tightly.

"Oh, you have done so much work. Your father has wronged you." Ji Lang said with a smile.

I looked down and saw that the child's shoes were covered with crystal-like snowflakes. I reached out and brushed them off bit by bit. If the snow melted on the shoes and accidentally flowed into the shoes, it would be uncomfortable for a long time.

The real winter has begun. The outer gate is closed tightly, but a gap is left in the wooden door. Sometimes Liefeng and a few puppies will go out for a run.

The members of the hunting team finally had some free time and no longer went out hunting. They did the chores around the house when they remembered to do them and put them aside when they didn't. The most common chore they did every day was cleaning up the snow in the yard.

The amount of snowfall really shocked Ji Lang. One day, after a night of sleep, the door was half buried when he woke up in the morning. He struggled to clean up the snow for a long time. Ji Lang stood in front of the snow pile that reached his waist, unable to come back to his senses for a long time. After thinking about it, he couldn't find any good way to solve this situation. After all, snowflakes are different from water. As long as there is a height difference and a smooth waterway, water will always flow away slowly. However, no matter where the snowflakes fall, as long as they don't melt, they will stay in that place and accumulate more and more.

In the past, when everyone had free time, they would clear the snow in the yard little by little to keep the yard spacious. However, the recent sudden increase in snowfall has made everyone give up this practice. Every day they can only try to clear a small path for everyone to walk on.