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

Xishi opened the door curtain and came in. Ji Lang subconsciously turned his head to look over. When Xishi lowered the curtain and turned around, in the dim cave, Ji Lang could see the dark circles under his eyes.

"Didn't I tell you to have a good sleep at Feng's place?" Sa Shi opened his eyes and asked in a low voice.

Xishi sat on the kang, half of his body leaning on Sashi, "I couldn't sleep. When I closed my eyes, I could hear the two kids crying. When I opened my eyes, I knew they were fine, but I was still anxious, so I just came back."

As someone who doesn't know how to raise children and has never taken care of such a young child, Ji Lang really can't give them any advice. He can only leave this difficult problem to the young couple who can only stick together for warmth.

When he returned to his cave with the thermos, Qingjiu was bringing in the frozen clothes that were hung outside and hanging them next to the stove.

Seeing him, Ji Lang said, "Fortunately, we don't have to have children."

I don't know why he said this inexplicably: Qing Jiu: ...

Without the threat of wolves, the group can finally go out. The skis made by Jilang can finally come in handy. Feng, who is already skilled in skiing, naturally goes out too. In this somewhat special winter season, he is finally ready to become a hunter.

Looking at Feng, who looked so naive when he smiled, Ji Lang couldn't imagine that he could become a hunter in this state.

It is true that children from poor families have to grow up early.

He thought that whether one could become a hunter depended not only on ability but also on age, but he didn't expect that what they valued was only body size.

Once you are big enough, you can go out and learn real hunting.

Sensing Ji Lang's worry, Feng scratched the back of his head and smiled foolishly, "Don't worry, Brother Lang, Brother Han Jiqing and the others won't take me to hunt dangerous prey. It's either snow rabbits or goats. There's no danger."

Ji Lang knew this, but he still felt like he was hiring child labor, so he couldn't help but remind him, "I know you're good at snowboarding, but you have to be careful, you know, there are a lot of uneven places on the mountain, and the pits are deep."

Feng nodded quickly, he knew everything. He picked up the skis standing in the doorway and put on the helmet given by Jilang. He always felt that this thing was heavy on his head and not flexible at all. He didn't like it very much, but wearing this thing was a prerequisite for using skis. Everyone who went out skiing had to wear it, and he had no choice, this was Jilang's hard requirement.

The snow that has been falling recently is the kind that looks a bit like ice cubes. The snow is harder than before, and you can't reach the bottom when you step on it. Qing Jiu and others tied the straps on their shoes tightly in the outer courtyard, took everything they needed, opened the door and walked up the slope. They had to go to the upper platform to put on their skis.

Ji Lang watched them disappear at the door before returning to the yard. Several children and their puppies were helping the adults clear the snow in the yard, and Ji Lang joined them. There was no place to pile the snow in the yard, so they shoveled the snow onto a cart one shovel at a time, then pressed it down and pulled it through the small door opened from the bamboo wall of the outer yard and dumped it directly down the mountain.

This small door was opened not long ago. A lot of snow accumulates in the inner and outer courtyards every day. It is really troublesome to pick it up and carry it down the mountain bit by bit every time. So Ji Lang sawed the bamboo that had been frozen in the soil into a length of about one meter wide along the ground and made a movable door. When it is not in use, it is tied with ropes to prevent accidents, and it is untied when in use.

Today, only Guo Qi, Qing Jiu, A Zhou and Feng took Liefeng and the puppy out, while Xi Shi and Xiao Ying stayed at home. Originally, Qing Jiu meant that Xi Shi looked really tired and should have a good rest at home, but Xi Shi really didn't have the habit of sleeping during the day. Even if he lay down, he still felt uneasy. So he simply followed Xiao Ying and Ye and others to clean up the snow in the yard.

Ji Lang had done some physical work and felt his body getting hot. The hot air he exhaled from his mouth quickly formed a thin layer of frost when it hit the fur on his hat and scarf.

The adults and children who were working together were all like this, with a layer of white frost on the front of their hats.

But no one cared. Compared to being locked in the yard or staying in the house every day and not being able to go anywhere, this rare feeling of being able to run back and forth in the yard made everyone very happy. People's yearning for freedom, no matter what era, seems to be engraved in their nature.

After finishing the work in the yard, the weather was still good with no wind or snow. Wu took Xiaoman and Chuan to the yard to practice the hunting skills that Uncle Lin had taught them.

Ji Lang carried a basket of freshly ground bean curd dregs and went to the outer courtyard.

I haven't come out to see these sheep and ducks that I have raised for a long time for several days. I don't know whether they have gained weight or lost weight recently.

When they pushed open the sheep pen, they smelled a smell of wood ash. Guo Qi and A Zhou would clean it up every morning as they did before, and then sprinkle a layer of wood ash on the ground to keep the sheep pen dry.

Turning on the flashlight on the wall, the two remaining ewes and three lambs inside had become accustomed to the occasional light. They turned to look at Ji Lang at the door and continued to huddle together for warmth.

I went to the trough and took a look. The dry grass stalks inside were almost gone. The remaining ones were probably not eaten by the sheep. After all, when we cut these weeds, we were not sure which ones were edible and which ones were not, so we just pulled them all back at once.

Two large bundles of grass are put in the trough in the sheep pen every day. These guys will pick out the edible ones and never touch the inedible ones. This saves everyone a lot of trouble. However, Ji Lang still thinks that when he has the chance in the future, he can reclaim a piece of land and grow fodder specifically. When he was a child, he grew a kind of grass called alfalfa at his grandparents' house. Cows and sheep like to eat it very much, and it does not require much effort to take care of, and the yield is also high. I can look for it here later to see if I can find it. Alfalfa sprouts are also a delicious wild vegetable. Ji Lang, who has been eating dried vegetables for several months and the only fresh vegetables are bamboo shoots, now wants to eat some fresh green leafy vegetables.

I poured half a basket of bean curd residue into the trough. A few sheep came up to sniff it symbolically, chewed a few bites, and then continued to huddle together.

Ji Lang patted their ears one by one and said, "You picked them, didn't you? You are so ungrateful. If you were in the wild, you wouldn't be able to eat such good food. You are cold, hungry and there are wolves around."

The sheep didn't understand his cursing, so they bleated twice and ignored Ji Lang.

Ji Lang checked their legs and bodies one by one to see if there were any frostbite. Ji Lang remembered that when he was a child in his hometown, it was particularly cold one year. The old cow raised by his grandfather had a frozen knee at some point. When it was discovered, the knee was already rotten and smelled rotten, which made his grandfather very sad. The family relied on this old guy when farming. If the leg was frozen, it would be the end of the matter. In the end, they called the village veterinarian to check it out. The bones were not frozen, but the wound was cleaned and medicine was applied for a long time. Since then, every winter, Grandpa Ji Lang would reinforce the cowshed with a layer, and when it was really cold, he would make leg sleeves for the cows. It was only after that time that Ji Lang realized that some animals, like humans, can also be frostbitten.

Fortunately, there is no problem with these sheep. He specially kept them, especially the two ewes. He will catch a ram when the warm season comes. Maybe he will have lambs soon.

After inspecting the sheep pen, Ji Lang was quite satisfied. He had gained back a lot of weight that he had lost during the cold season.

After checking out the sheep pen, Ji Lang went into the duck pen next to it and took a look. The little ducks have now grown into big ducks and were crowded together. The cage that was spacious before is now a bit crowded. This is the situation after eating several ducks.

It's a pity that the honey that Xishi and his friends brought back from their previous outing had been eaten up, otherwise they could have tried to make a crispy honey roast duck. After Jilang was taken to the city when he was a child, he could not get used to the food there. He always felt that all the dishes were filled with sugar and had a sweet taste. He was not used to it and complained to his classmates. His classmates laughed at him for saying that wild boars could not eat fine bran. Later, he went out to eat roast duck and fell in love with the sweet and crispy taste. Later, he even felt that dishes with a little sweetness tasted good. He even learned how to make crispy honey roast duck.

The group of ducks huddled together had no idea that this man was coveting the meat they had worked so hard to grow. When they saw Ji Lang pour the remaining flour, fruit and bean dregs in the basket into the trough in front of the cage, they all rushed over to peck at the food. They still liked to eat this, even if they had to eat it every day.

Eat well and grow into big fat ducks, Ji Lang muttered to himself.

Coming out of the duck pen, Ji Lang stood by the bamboo wall to get some fresh air. It was really cold. Within two minutes, his cheeks became numb. He always felt like there was an involuntary stream of heat flowing out of his nose. But there was nothing he could do. Places with so many sheep and ducks would still have a smell even if they were cleaned up every day. Now his clothes were covered with a thick layer of fur, which could easily get stained with smell. He didn't like having such a smell on his body, so he had to stand outside to get rid of the smell.

Spreading to the distance, the undulating mountains were all covered in white, with no end in sight. Occasionally, large trees that were not completely buried could be seen at the foot of the mountain and nearby, but in the distance, there was only endless white, which made people feel uneasy for no reason.

Most of the tree trunks on the opposite mountain were buried in the snow. Ji Lang looked at them for a while and felt a little worried. If an avalanche happened when they were at the foot of the mountain, they would probably be buried to death.

It seems that these people considered the danger of the accumulated snow in the cold season when they first considered settling near this mountain top.

The few people that Ji Lang was worried about were still trying to master the skis. It was much harder to use than it looked, especially since the mountain was not flat and there were large and small dead grasses buried under the snow. Except for Feng who got the hang of it quickly and slid easily in the front, the other three were still struggling with how to use it more smoothly. After all, it was very difficult to use it on the small slope at home and in the real wild.

There is still some difference.

However, they had strong adaptability and learning abilities. They soon found the trick and went down the mountain following the traces left by Feng in front of them. Although their postures were not very good and they did not dare to go too fast, and even when they reached the foot of the mountain, some of them could not stop and had to fall into the snow, but this was considered a preliminary step.

But even so, the speed of going down the mountain was much faster than originally imagined. After all, the snow was now very thick. One leg would sink into it if you stepped on it, and it would be difficult to pull it out, let alone walk. When they got to the foot of the mountain, considering that walking was really difficult, several people did not think about walking far, but followed the road to the lake. Even though the mountains were now covered with snow, some animals would still gather at the lake, and then they would be helpless in the face of the frozen lake, and finally leave in frustration.

It is difficult for Qingjiu and his friends to go to faraway places now, so they can only try their luck by the lake. If that doesn't work, they can dig a hole in the lake surface and catch some fish that pop up to breathe.

The fish at home are used to make fish balls and fish soup, and only a few are left.

When they arrived at the lake, they found many traces left by small animals. They walked around the lake with great difficulty but found nothing. They just chose a spot on the lake and dug a hole. Unfortunately, there was no dry firewood that could be easily ignited. Otherwise, they could use a red-hot weapon to make a hole.

However, these people were all good at their work, and even with brute force, they were able to quickly chisel out a large hole.

They were in no hurry. After they dug the hole, they went around the area again. This time they actually caught two large pheasants in the snow pile. They carried the pheasants back to the hole. Fish of all sizes squeezed out of the water, their mouths opening and closing, making the cave very crowded.

"Haha, so many!" Feng smiled and immediately used the shovel in his hand to shovel the fish out one by one. Soon, there was a pile of fish of all sizes next to the cave entrance. They were still struggling after coming out of the water and were frozen with their bodies bent. However, the fish in the cave seemed not to be afraid at all and continued to scramble to squeeze out.

Several people carried a basket on their backs, and soon the basket was full, but there were still many fish. They didn't want to throw away the fish, so they simply dug in the snow pile by the lake for a while, found some dry grass to use as ropes, and strung the twisted fish on it, making two large, solid strings. When they went back, they did not use skis, but chose to walk back slowly.

The mountains in the winter were so quiet that they seemed to be muted. The only sounds in the entire valley were the panting of a few people struggling to walk in such thick snow.

It is really not an easy task to move around in the snow like this. It is better to catch fish, which is easy and fun.