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

As the days passed, Tao An and Tao Rong would soon be able to turn things around. The two new uncles, Xi Shi and Sa Shi, who made a lot of noise every day, were so frightened that they could only add a solid fence on the kang.

Ji Lang counted the Chinese characters "正" (positive) that he had carved on the wall of the doorway. There were 45 of them in total. He had carved one every day since the first snow fell. It had been more than seven months since the cold season began, but it looked as if the season was not going to end at all. The dough and fruits piled in the outer yard had long been cleared away, and only a pile of firewood was left. Considering that there was not much dry grass left at home, only ten ducks were left, and only three ewes were left. The rest were slaughtered and now turned into pieces of meat hanging in the kitchen and the pottery kiln.

The snow in the mountains would occasionally collapse tree branches, and Qingjiu and the others would go out to pick up some. However, as the snow piled up thicker, it became more and more inconvenient to go out. In addition, Ji Lang was worried that they would encounter an avalanche when they were at the foot of the mountain, so everyone rarely went out. Fortunately, there was enough flour, bean flour and firewood at home. Although the outer courtyard looked a little empty, the woodshed in the inner courtyard was full of chopped firewood, and there was a pile of covered flour shells outside.

Unable to go out, the group of people had some free time and spent their days chopping wood or grinding flour and bean powder. They soon finished all the work left at home.

The door of the gate was open, and Ji Lang took a few children for a walk outside. He couldn't stand the cold before and seldom went out, but after more than half a year, he has gotten used to it. When he could go out before, Ji Lang was not willing to go out. There was no road on the mountain, it was full of potholes, and there were all kinds of weeds that tripped his feet. It was still fresh to go out occasionally, but he was not willing to go out every day. However, due to the accumulation of snow in the past few months, it was difficult to go out. He actually began to miss the occasional trip down the mountain or to the lake.

But there was no way. The weather did not get better just because he missed being outside. It was still as bad as before. He could only take the kids out for some fresh air every day. Everyone was idle, with nothing to do and plenty of energy. The snow in the outer yard had been cleaned up. But even so, Ji Lang did not dare to take the kids running and jumping. After all, the ground was frozen and they would slip if they were not careful. Falling on the frozen hard ground would be quite painful.

When the few people got outside, Xi Shi was squatting on the ground, poking the ground with a knife. The ground was frozen hard, and after several cuts, only a little bit of soil was dug out.

Xi Shi shook his head and stood up.

"No, the ground is still frozen solid. It will take a long time."

Ji Lang was a little curious, "What do you mean a long time?"

"The warm season is still a long time away. Logically speaking, the shortest cold season is eight full moons, and the longest will be twelve full moons. The longer the warm season, the longer the cold season. This cycle of warm season is almost thirteen full moons, so this cold season may be of the same length. We are just hoping to see if the warm season can come before that." Unfortunately, it was impossible.

About a full moon before the warm season arrives, the snow on the mountains will slowly begin to melt and the ground temperature will rise. The soil on the ground can be easily dug out and it will be wet inside. However, just now Xishi dug twice and the ground was still frozen like ice, with no sign of complete warming.

"We have enough food and firewood. Even if the warm season comes a little later, it won't be a big deal for us." Ji Lang said puzzledly.

Qing Jiu came over and helped him brush off something that had stuck to his hat at some point. "We're not worried about that. Food and firewood are not a problem, but the longer the cold season gets, the fewer wild animals will survive. When large carnivorous animals have less food, they will start to attack humans or migrate in groups. Especially large wild animals migrating in groups, it is difficult for them to leave other living things wherever they go. Another thing is that we are so close to the Baiyun tribe, and the cold season is so long, they will also lack food later, and it is difficult to guarantee that they will not attack us."

These are the experiences summarized by these indigenous people after so many reincarnations. Even though Ji Lang has never experienced it before, he can still hear some potential dangers from their descriptions.

"Then we have to think of ways to prepare in advance. Even if there is no head-on conflict, we still have to take some precautions." Ji Lang also began to worry.

Xi Shi shook his head. "No, our location is generally not attacked by groups of wild beasts. The main reason is that if these migrating wild animals pass by us, it may be that in the next reincarnation, or even the next reincarnation, this place will not be able to recover. Then it will be difficult for us to hunt normally."

Ji Lang didn't expect that there was such a reason. After thinking about it carefully, it was indeed the case. If the natural ecology of a large area was destroyed, it might take a long time to recover.

He couldn't help but think of his childhood at his grandparents' house. The harvest of the crops planted every year was all dependent on the weather. They really depended on the weather for their livelihood. There were not so many modern farm tools at that time. Farmers would only plant the crops step by step. At most, they would apply fertilizer and would not even take the initiative to water the crops. There was no other way. When there was enough rain, there was no need to water the crops. When there was not enough rain, everyone drank the water from the river, which they carried home in buckets. There was no extra water to irrigate the crops.

But later, gradually, tillage machines, irrigation machines, and even artificial rainfall could be used when an area was at its driest, and the villagers no longer worried about these things.

It is unrealistic to ask people of this era to switch to the farming era immediately, but after hearing this situation, Ji Lang suddenly felt that after the next warm season comes, his focus should still be on farming and breeding.

As long as they have enough food and raise enough animals, even if the ecological environment outside is really out of balance, they will not have to worry about having meat to eat in the future.

Several people were deep in thought, each with their own thoughts, and for a moment the atmosphere became quiet.

Suddenly, Feng, who was standing by the bamboo wall with a few children looking into the distance, said, "Brother Qing, Brother Xi, Brother Lang, come and see, what's going on over there?"

A few people hurried over and saw the snow on the opposite mountain falling down the mountain rapidly like pieces of clouds and mist. As soon as the front went down, the back followed, like wave after wave of white waves. The stirred up snowflakes also rose like mist, gradually blocking the sight of these people.

It was the first time that Jilang saw such a large-scale avalanche at such a close distance.

Spectacular, beautiful, and yet with a sense of despair.

In such natural phenomena, humans and animals seem insignificant and extremely small.

"It's so dangerous. Fortunately, I haven't been going out recently. If I were buried here, by the time the warm season comes and the snow melts, it would probably have turned into mud." Feng patted his chest with lingering fear.

Although Xiaoman, Wu, Chuan and the other children are small and cannot see the top of the bamboo wall, they can see the situation outside through the gaps in the wall. At this moment, there are expressions of shock on their little faces.

The avalanche on the opposite side was still continuing. Although the view was blocked and the situation on the opposite side could not be seen, the muffled sound of the snow hitting the bottom of the mountain and the occasional sound of trees being crushed could still be vaguely heard.

"Once this avalanche starts, it will take a long time to stop. It may even cause avalanches on the nearby mountains. Let's go back." Qing Jiu used his big hands to rub Ji Lang's cold cheeks, which were red against the backdrop of the white rabbit fur scarf.

Ji Lang didn't know exactly when the avalanche stopped. But when he came out the next day and looked outside from the bamboo wall, the mountain opposite was still covered in white, but the road down the mountain was completely blocked. He even felt that the distance from here to the bottom of the mountain was much shorter. You can imagine how thick the snow was.

There was no way of getting down the mountain now.

The snow was still falling from time to time, as if there was only snow in the whole world. A group of people were either cleaning the yard or on their way to clean the yard every day.

There is one advantage to blocking the road at the foot of the mountain, which is that there is no need to worry about attacks by groups of wild animals. After all, with such thick snow, it is difficult for wild animals to walk over it and climb up the mountain safely. Of course, it is even more impossible for humans.

There were more and more correct characters on the wall of the doorway, and Ji Lang began to change lines to draw. Sa Shi's two little bastards, Tao An and Tao Rong, had already turned around and were becoming more and more dishonest. Sometimes Ji Lang could not bear to stay in the house anymore, and during the ten minutes or so he sat in the yard to get some fresh air, he could hear Sa Shi scolding him three times.

But even though they scolded her, she and Xishi really loved the child. Sashi, who had never liked or been good at sewing, followed Lan and learned to make small clothes for the child every day. He couldn't do it at first, but he started from making little dolls and little hats, and slowly he was able to make some small clothes. They were not beautiful, but they were wearable. Needless to say, Xishi would become restless if he couldn't see the child for two minutes, and even played less of his favorite chess.

However, the two cubs no longer need to be checked every once in a while like before when they were just born, so the conditions of Xishi and Sashi have almost recovered, and they are not as haggard as when they were just born. Although the two cubs cannot speak yet, they can make all kinds of small noises to attract the attention of their father and mother. Sometimes in the middle of the night, when the adults next to them are sleeping soundly, the two little guys are hungry or urinated and can't call for help, so they will reach out to their mother or father sleeping next to them to greet them.

Ji Lang has not been idle recently. After equipping everyone with a wooden gun, he would take a group of people to practice aiming in the yard every day. He even made a target for everyone to practice. The solid grass knot he tied to the wooden stake had rotted away after this period of destruction, as if it had been blown apart.

Feng and the three children sat upright at the table next to the stove. Ji Lang stood a little further in front of a wooden board on the wall. He held a burnt black branch in his hand and pointed to a spot on the board and asked, "Wu, what's the answer to your question?"

Wu immediately stood up and began to count on his fingers, "2x3=6, plus 5, that's ten fingers plus one, that's 11!"

"Okay, not bad. Next one, Xiaoman, you come."

Xiaoman, who hadn't figured out the last problem, was counting her fingers seriously when Ji Lang called her. She looked at the place Ji Lang pointed at, "3x7=,=,=11 equals 1,1, 1 equals , equals ..."

I started to memorize the multiplication table, and when I finally got to the number 21, I immediately said happily, "!"

Jilang: ...

How come I can remember the entire multiplication table but can’t remember it separately?

"Okay, the last one is a word problem. I'll explain the problem and you can do the math. When you've figured it out, write the answer on the small wooden board in your hand and call me over. If I check and it's correct, you can leave get out of class."

Seeing that everyone nodded, Ji Lang slowly began to speak out his topic, "The ducks at home have laid eggs. There are five ducks in total, and each of them laid an egg every day. However, on the fifth day, only three ducks laid eggs, and on the sixth day, only four ducks laid eggs. How many eggs did the ducks lay in total during these days?"

After listening to the question, Feng wrote a big 27 on the wooden board and held it up to signal Ji Lang. Ji Lang nodded. Feng took the wooden board and left the get out of class happily. The first person to leave the get out of class fried some fruit to eat, so he went to the kitchen to ask Ye for some fruit.

Wu, Xiaoman, and Chuan, who were still sitting there, all looked envious.

The fried fruit was delicious, sweet and crispy, with crumbs falling off when you bite it. There were sugar particles on the surface, which was sweet. Everyone liked it very much.

"Don't look at others. I'll give you five minutes. If you can figure it out, each of you can get a sweet fruit. If you can't figure it out, you won't get any today." Ji Lang knocked on the wooden board, acting like a teacher.

Recently, he had nothing to do, so he started teaching these children arithmetic and literacy. His mentality has changed during this period. He used to think that there were no books in this world and they didn't have to go to school, so learning some arithmetic would be enough. However, he suddenly felt recently that if a tribe wants to go on and develop for a longer time, it must have its own civilization and heritage. The knowledge in his mind that has been baptized by thousands of years of civilization may not be able to bring immediate changes to these people's lives, or even change their minds. But when the tribe develops slowly, these things will always be useful. He can't wait until that time to start teaching these most basic things. Even if they are not used while he is still here, they will always be useful when he is old and dies. If these things are not passed on, they will still take many detours in the future.

He decided to write down some of the things he knew and leave them for people who might need them in the future. He couldn't let these people not be able to read by then, as that would be useless. So he also began to teach the children to read and write.

Qingjiu and Xishi would occasionally come and listen. At first, Ji Lang felt a little awkward, after all, there is a difference between teaching children and teaching adults. But slowly he got used to it after more times.

In just one month, everyone can now recite the multiplication table and write some basic words and phrases.

Guo Qi came to attend a class and learned the four words "Taotie Tribe". Later, he took a big stone and chiseled the four words written by Ji Lang on the stone bit by bit.

Ji Lang was quite shocked when he saw it. After all, he had never written before, so he just copied what he had written, and it turned out to be almost exactly the same as what he had written. Then this big stone was placed next to the gate as a symbol of their tribe.