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

then……

Then he traveled through time.

Met Qingjiu and Xiaoman.

It allowed his heart, which had been floating in the air and about to fall down at some point, to find a place to settle down.

He was not completely unaware of the change in his own thoughts and the burning joy in Qing Jiu's eyes.

But he couldn’t tell whether he really liked Qing Jiu?

Could it be because he was the first person he met, the first person in this world who gave him a sense of security was Qing Jiu, so he couldn't help but want to rely on and trust this person? Is this love? Or is it just a simple fledgling complex?

He couldn't be like Qing Jiu, who didn't hide the love in his eyes and looked at the person he liked directly and passionately.

Most of the time, his eyes were evasive.

He had to admit that at the beginning, he had some arrogance from the future in front of Qing Jiu. He felt that he had ready-made tools, had received a high-level education, and had thousands of years more knowledge than this man. At worst, he still had a golden finger, so he would not be so miserable that he was covered with scars and slowly waited to die.

After spending this period of time together, Ji Lang's first feeling was that in the face of Qing Jiu's absolute strength, his own survival skills in the wild became somewhat insignificant. It would not be said that they were not worth mentioning, after all, his skills could allow him to survive in the primeval forest.

But when Ji Lang was digging traps everywhere and could only occasionally find hares and pheasants, Qing Jiu was able to catch hares with just his speed, know in advance which direction the rabbits would run, and even catch a whole nest of rabbits by fishing with the little rabbits.

Compared with Jilang's arrogance, he is also naturally humble. He will calm down and think about and accept Jilang's novel suggestions and opinions, and will not stubbornly deny those fantastic ideas just because he is an aboriginal.

They were curious and awed by the tools that Ji Lang brought out, and were willing to take the initiative to learn and develop their uses. Their learning ability was so strong that even Ji Lang was a little surprised.

Ji Lang had to admit that Qing Jiu like this attracted him, but he also could not deny that there were some cognitive deviations between them.

Most importantly, due to the influence of his family, Jilang is very afraid of the tradition of changing partners in their tribe. What he hopes is that two people can go through life hand in hand.

Of course, this does not mean that you have to tolerate each other and not separate no matter what happens, but before being together, both people have recognized each other and can regard each other as the only partner in their life.

He could feel Qingjiu's love and curiosity for him now, but if Qingjiu's curiosity was satisfied later and everything about him was no longer attractive to him, would he still like him like this? If he asked to separate and find a new partner at that time, could he bear it?

I spent the whole night despising myself for being so procrastinating and having all sorts of random thoughts, and I didn't even know what time I woke up.

Ji Lang reached out and randomly touched the side of the pillow, trying to find his cell phone to check the time. He tossed and turned several times before he remembered that he had left his cell phone on the stool at the door last night.

So he shouted, "Qingjiu, turn on the light."

no response.

Is the volume too low? Then make it louder.

"Qing Jiu! Turn on the light!"

Still no response.

Looking at the quilt piled next to him in a daze, Qing Jiu thought that if he got up, the quilt would definitely be folded.

It’s strange, why did this guy sleep so soundly today?

Ji Lang rubbed his eyes, got up, touched the flashlight on the wall and turned it on.

After my eyes adjusted, I looked at the rolled-up quilt next to me and reacted.

Qingjiu was not there. He had rolled up the quilt last night because there was no one around him and he couldn't sleep, so he pretended that no one was around.

......

People’s habits are terrible.

Turning around, Xiaoman had woken up without me noticing.

She looked at Ji Lang with her round eyes. When she saw Ji Lang looking at her, she said, "Lang, Qing is not at home."

Ji Lang smiled embarrassedly and lay down again.

"I forgot, hahaha." It was a bit embarrassing.

He took the child into his arms and said, "Qingjiu and your father... um... father are good brothers, so you should call him uncle. Why do you keep calling him by his name?"

Xiaoman scratched his head and said, "What's uncle? My father and grandmother both call him Qing, so I followed suit." No one had ever told him that he should call someone of the same generation as his father uncle.

Before leaving the tribe, his only area of ​​activity was that always dark cave.

Ji Lang was stunned for a moment. Don’t they have any concept of seniority yet?

That shouldn’t be the case. Aren’t father and grandmother just generations apart?

After thinking for a while, he said, "Uncle means that Qingjiu is like your father and will take care of you. Others will also know that you are Qingjiu's child."

Ji Lang felt like he was talking nonsense and wondered if the child could understand.

Xiaoman thought about it seriously for a while before speaking. "Then I want to be a child of the Lang family, is that okay?"

Ji Lang didn't expect him to say that. He pinched the little cheek that had grown flesh and was flushed with highland redness, "Of course you can. You can call me uncle, or you can call Qing Jiu uncle."

"Then I am the child of two families. It would be great if Lang and Qing were one family." Xiaoman said distressedly.

Ji Lang's face felt a little hot, one family...it's not impossible.

After realizing what he was thinking, he quickly stopped himself and said, "Well, two families is also good. This way, there will be more people to protect you."

Xiaoman clapped her hands happily, "Yes! Hehe, then I won't have to go hungry anymore, right?"

He patted the child on his stomach with heartache and said, "You don't have to go hungry anymore. Just grow up happily."

The child wanted to roll around with joy, but also wanted to stay in Ji Lang's arms, and his little feet swung happily a few times.

He used to want to grow up quickly and didn't want to be a child. He wanted to go hunting by himself so that when his father didn't bring back enough food, he wouldn't have to watch his father go hungry, and he wouldn't have to be scolded by his grandmother while his father went out hunting.

But now he thinks it's good to be a child, but he still wants to grow up quickly so that he can protect Lang.

I want to be a strong and reliable hunter, just like Qing. After all the hassles, the big and the small are no longer sleepy, so I get up and eat breakfast.

I boiled some pheasant eggs that I found yesterday and made some minced meat porridge.

This pheasant egg is two circles smaller than a chicken egg, and its shell is green in color. It tastes similar to the country eggs that Jilang ate when he was a child. The yolk is darker in color and a little bit salty, without the fishy smell of egg. It is very appetizing when paired with pickled mustard and meat porridge.

The two packs of pickled mustard tubers that were stuffed in his bag and almost forgotten were found a month ago. If he wasn't worried about them expiring, Ji Lang would have wanted to eat two packs every day and quickly achieve pickled mustard tuber freedom.

Qingjiu only took more than a dozen bags when he left, and he didn't know if they were enough. Ji Lang didn't like pickled mustard tubers, and he bought them only to make do when he was too lazy to cook during cycling or when conditions did not permit. However, when Qingjiu ate this for the first time, he was very interested in this salty and crispy thing.

Especially when he heard Ji Lang say that you can make pickled mustard and sauerkraut yourself and keep them for a long time, he said that if Ji Lang knew how to make them, he would like to learn. Ji Lang doesn't need to do it himself, he can just tell him how to do it.

Ji Lang would still feel a little guilty if he said he could make it. When he was little, he lived with his grandmother, who would make sauerkraut and bacon every year. He had watched her many times and knew exactly how to make them, but he had never made it himself, so there would definitely be problems when he really tried.

Thinking of this, Ji Lang no longer cared about Qingjiu's food on the road. He still needed to find other wild vegetables on the mountain, but ferns were everywhere. When he was a child, he saw his grandmother pickling ferns one spring. He could pick some and try it. Moreover, pickled ferns were the simplest ones Ji Lang had ever seen. The only ingredients used were ferns and a lot of salt.

The problem now is that Jilang doesn’t have a clay pot, so the question is what to use for pickling. An iron pot definitely won’t work as it will be corroded. Plastic mineral water bottles will also produce harmful substances if they are corroded by acidic substances over a long period of time.

You can try to make it with plastic bottles first, and make a small amount. When Qingjiu finds his family and comes back, he can learn from them how to make ceramic gravel products, and then make some pickle jars.

Without even considering how Qingjiu was doing on the road, Ji Lang packed up the pots and pans, carried a backpack and the child, and went out to pick ferns.

The weather is getting hotter and hotter. Before, when getting up early to go out, Ji Lang would put his fur vest on the child. Now there is no need for that at all. A thin long-sleeved shirt is enough.

The sun had just come out, and the grass and trees on the mountain were reflected with a soft backlight effect. The mountain was very quiet. Obviously, there was only one person missing, and he was a very silent person at ordinary times. But as Ji Lang held Xiaoman's hand, he felt waves of loneliness in his heart. Even Xiaoman, who was usually talkative, was silent today.

He shook his head and thought, no, this can't be done. The man had just left for one night. Ji Lang felt that his mind was full of that person.

He let out a long sigh, "Xiao Man, shall we have a competition?"

Xiaoman stopped and looked up at Ji Lang, "Competition? What are you competing for?" Although she didn't know anything yet, her tone was already filled with excitement.

Ji Lang smiled and pointed to the bracken on the side, "How about we pick more bracken later?"

Xiaoman pouted, "But I'm a child, I definitely can't pick them as fast as Lang!" She was a little dissatisfied, but she didn't say she didn't want to compete.

Ji Lang pretended to be distressed and continued, "It's very difficult for me to bend down to pick this, but you can just raise your hand and pick it up, which is easier than me."

The kid nodded and thought for a moment, "Okay, so is there a prize for winning?"

Xiaoman vaguely remembered that he had seen two people in the tribe competing in hunting. The prize was to have a child with a girl who was prettier than Am.

But he didn't want a girl. He was still a child and definitely couldn't have children.

Ji Lang didn't expect that this kid could think of a prize. After thinking for a while, he said, "Prize? The prize is just for your awesomeness."

Xiaoman curled her lips. What a joke. But she still wanted to compete, so she reluctantly agreed, "Okay."

Seeing him like this, Ji Lang was very happy. He patted his head and said, "I'm just kidding. If you win, I'll give you candy, okay?"

"Yeah! Good, good, good!"

The child's eyes lit up instantly. Sweet things have an innate appeal to children.

There was a small bag of fruit candies in Jilang's bag. He brushed a lot of them with his gold finger, but seldom gave them to the children. After all, this was not a modern society, and the indigenous people had no concept of protecting teeth and brushing teeth. The child had a mouthful of small baby teeth, which were crooked because he unconsciously licked them when he was a child or because he started to gnaw on the flesh before his teeth grew firmly. Some of them were crooked, and because he hadn't brushed his teeth for a long time, they didn't look very strong.

Adults like Qingjiu knew to clean their mouths with water and salt after meals, but for children, especially those like Xiaoman, whose father was often out hunting, no one cared about their hygiene.

In the past few months, Ji Lang has been watching Qingjiu and Xiaoman every morning and evening, brushing their teeth for three minutes without a second less using the toothbrush he refreshed from his spare toothbrush.

So naturally, children will not be given too much sugar. As a result, Xiaoman, who has tasted fruit candy once, has no resistance to this sour, sweet and fragrant fruity thing.