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

"Ji Lang!" Ah Hua's surprised voice came.

This interrupted Ji Lang's wild thoughts.

She was holding Abai's hand, with the geese following beside them, and everyone had smiles on their faces.

Ji Lang: "You guys are here, have you solved the problem of tiger?"

Ah Hua: "I have solved it. Thank you for your hard work in taking care of the children for us during this period of time."

Ji Lang waved his hands and said, "Why work so hard? There are a few kids playing with us every day, and we are too busy to take care of them. By the way, what kind of seeds are you talking about? Let me see them quickly. If they can be planted, I will plant them as soon as possible." Before he said a few words, Ji Lang began to pay attention to the seeds, and Xi Shi next to him also looked anxious.

"Here." Dayan was carrying a few bags woven from unknown materials. It was a bit inconvenient to open them with one hand, so the two people next to him helped to open them.

Ji Lang went over and took a handful out of the bag. It looked a bit like beans, but was bigger than soybeans. The skin was white and a bit wrinkled. He smelled it and it didn't have much smell.

He took another look at the bag next to him. Ji Lang was stunned for a second, then immediately leaned over and grabbed a handful with a look of surprise. It was yellow. Although it was not the big, flat kind that Ji Lang had seen most often when he was a child, he could still tell at a glance that it was corn, and more like the bean corn used to make popcorn.

"Wow, this is a good thing. It grows on a very tall pole. The fruit is a stick about the length of two palms, with rows of grains on it." Ji Lang asked Ah Hua, his eyes full of joy and excitement.

Ah Hua thought for a moment and said, "Yes, they are on very tall poles. Some poles are taller than people, but the fruits are not that big. They are only as long as my hand. They do look like sticks, but the grains are very sparse. We have been collecting these fruits for a long time."

Maybe it's because of the climate and geographical location, or maybe it's because of the variety, the corn here is not as high-yielding as in the previous world, but there is no doubt that it is corn. The remaining bags don't need to be opened. Just this half bag of corn kernels is enough to make Jilang excited.

"Is this delicious?" Xiaoman, who came out with Abai, also squatted in front of Jilang. He stretched out his little paws, grabbed a few corn kernels and observed them. They were hard and seemed to hurt his teeth.

Ji Lang stroked his messy hair at the back of his head and said, "It's delicious, and there are many ways to eat it." If it can really be grown, he can make some popcorn for the little ones.

After a burst of excitement, Jilang went to look at the two bags at the back. One bag contained red seeds that Jilang did not recognize, and the other bag contained hazelnuts, chestnuts, peanuts, and some other miscellaneous fruits that Jilang did not recognize.

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Ji Lang: "You guys took this out from the squirrel hole, right?"

The big-eyed boy standing next to the bag was shocked. His originally big eyes were now as big as glass balls. His deep blue eyeballs were very beautiful. "How did you know?"

This is their tribe's little secret.

How do you know? Of course Ji Lang has also taken it.

One of my favorite things to do in winter when I was a child.

I just followed my friends to find small holes in trees in the mountains, and not only took out nuts, but also took out hibernating snakes.

Later, after I went to college, I saw something on the Internet that said if the little squirrels' food reserves were emptied, the little guys would not be able to bear the blow and would find a tree branch to hang themselves. When Ji Lang saw this, he felt a little guilty for a few minutes.

"By the way, did you build the kang after you went back?" Ji Lang suddenly thought of this, but he hadn't thought of asking Abai before.

Dayan nodded and said, "We have built it. Time is a bit tight, so we built five caves. Everyone can squeeze together and it will be warm, and it saves firewood." They also planned to build some kangs in the remaining caves after solving the big problem. After all, they are not just going through this one cold season. Every cycle starts from the first day of the warm season, and they are busy preparing for the cold season.

"These foods can be eaten after being cooked, but the taste is just average." Dayan said, pointing at the bags.

Ji Lang waved his hand. "It's okay. I'm not doing this for food. I just want to see if I can grow them. Don't worry, these things can not only be cooked but also taste good if cooked well."

After saying this, Ji Lang continued, "I'll give you some when the time comes."

He could see that these should be all the food that existed in the Baiyun tribe and could be stored for a long time.

Ah Hua opened her mouth but in the end said nothing.

She wanted to refuse. Since these foods and seeds were given to Ji Lang, they belonged to the Taotie tribe. But when she thought of every difficult cold season in her tribe and how Ji Lang and his people had been well fed and warm every day when she was here before, she couldn't refuse Ji Lang's sharing in her heart. After all, she also wanted everyone in her tribe to be able to live such a life.

The group of people came quickly and left quickly. Anyway, there was no custom of inviting guests to dinner here. After picking up Abai and leaving some seeds, the group hurried back.

The big-eyed boy who spoke to Ji Lang was called Da Lan. He walked at the front of the team and was a little excited. "Their yard is so magical, safe and spacious, and their weapons look so powerful. Can't we exchange furs and food for those weapons?"

He turned around and asked Ahua who was holding Abai's hand behind him.

Ah Hua had thought about this before, but because she had been bothering the people of the Taotie tribe, she didn't dare to ask. She seemed to have heard Ji Lang talk about burning pottery to smelt iron before, "I'll ask Ji Lang next time we come." They agreed to come again after five full moons, and by then the peppers and potatoes planted by Ji Lang would be harvested, and they could exchange some with them.

Abai was holding a small slingshot in his hand, which was specially made for him by Jilang to cheer him up. "Their toys are fun, too." It would be great if his father and mother could stay in the Taotie tribe. He wanted to learn arithmetic, hunting and play with Xiaoman and the others every day.

Ah Hua looked down at her child, who was usually timid and clingy, and felt that his face was fatter than before.

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I don’t know what those people eat every day.

After spending several days making a wooden ladder and firing two kilns of bricks, Ji Lang led everyone to start digging a well.

There wasn't a ladder or safety rope that was that long, so we could only dig a structure that was narrow at the top and wide at the bottom. If we dug too shallow, we were worried it would collapse, so we had to dig as deep as possible.

After all, Ji Lang had only seen wells in rural areas before, but had never dug one himself. He also heard that to dig a well, one had to find someone to calculate the feng shui, and they didn't have the conditions for that now.

Everyone now has some experience in digging holes, but Ji Lang still keeps reminding them, "Remember, when you get down there you must first observe the situation, and come up quickly if you find any cracks or soil falling down." The well must be dug, but the prerequisite is to protect everyone's safety.

"I know. Brother Lang, you've said it many times." Feng stood at the hole dug out above, swinging the rope on his body and said.

Ji Lang: "You are not allowed to go."

"Why?" Feng felt that he was being targeted.

He was still asking. In the morning, Ji Lang agreed to go down and dig for half an hour, and he would come up just by knocking on the ladder. However, this guy felt it was cool down there and didn't want to come up. Ji Lang was so angry that he picked up two clods of earth and threw them at him.

Ji Lang had no way to explain to these people that there was little oxygen down there and that they had to come out frequently to change the oxygen, otherwise problems would easily arise.

Feng has just reached the age where he is overly self-aware. Although he is obedient most of the time, he occasionally has his own ideas.

Sometimes Ji Lang wanted to beat him up. It seems that it is not just in the old society that children have a rebellious period when they grow up. It turns out that this era also has it.

After digging for more than ten days, every day a group of people came out of the soil. Fortunately, the weather was hot, so we could wash outside when the sun was shining.

The well was not dug under the tree. Even if Ji Lang did not go down to dig the well, he would always stand at the entrance of the hole and observe below, for fear that something might happen.

I feel like I've gotten a degree darker over the past ten days.

After digging, bricks cannot be laid directly. The soil needs to be dried for a while. Although the clay here is very strong after drying, Ji Lang would rather make his own cement. However, he has been here for so long and asked other people in the family, but no one has ever seen limestone.

Without limestone, let alone cement, you can’t even make preserved eggs.

Thinking of this, Ji Lang suddenly remembered the salted duck eggs he had forgotten.

Rush into the potato kiln.

The jar of salted duck eggs was still placed neatly in the corner.

Knowing that he often comes up with some new things, few people touch his things.

After removing the several layers of plastic tied around the jar, a faint foul smell came out of the jar.

Fortunately, it’s not that pungent smell.

Although Ji Lang had never pickled duck eggs himself, he knew that the eggs would have a bad smell due to the deterioration of the protein, but as long as it was not a pungent smell, it meant that they were not bad.

He moved the jar to the yard, found a bright and cool place, took out a duck egg, and began to peel off the soil on it.

"Father, what are you doing?" Xiaoman put down the skipping rope in his hand and moved closer. When he got closer, he smelled the unpleasant odor in the jar and his little nose wrinkled.

There were still beads of sweat on his little face, and the soft yellow hair on his forehead was soaked with sweat, with strands sticking to his smooth forehead. Combined with the little guy's wrinkled facial features, it was a bit funny.

Ji Lang wanted to reach out and wipe his sweat, but then he remembered that his hands were all covered in mud. "Let me see if these duck eggs are pickled. Go inside and wipe your face first, little cat."

I don't know where I got some dirt while playing, but now I'm sweating and there are marks on my face.

Soon, about twenty duck eggs were cleaned out. Ji Lang took a look and found that none of them were rotten, so he didn't know what they tasted like.

After he cleaned it up and peeled one, he looked at the oil constantly flowing out of the egg yolk and secretly praised himself in his heart.

I'm such a genius.

He picked up a piece with the tip of his chopsticks and fed it to Xiaoman, who had been following him around. "How about trying it?"

The little guy swallowed it in one gulp and licked his lips twice, "It tastes salty."

Ji Lang knew that this guy couldn't taste anything at all.

He picked up a piece for himself. It was very sandy, with an oily aroma, not too salty, which was acceptable. He then tasted the egg white, which was a bit salty, just like most of the salted duck eggs he had eaten.

Ji Lang sighed again.

I'm such a genius!!!

Finally, the salted duck egg was shared among the few guys who had been following Ji Lang eagerly.

However, joy turns to sorrow. Ji Lang, who thought he had successfully pickled the duck eggs, suffered a Waterloo-like defeat during dinner.

Originally, Li just wanted to cut a few of the new things made by Jilang and let everyone taste them, but he ended up cutting three in a row and all of them were rotten, full of black water. The most important thing was that the smell was so stinky that it made people despair.

Li was also a person who didn't believe in evil. She cut one and it was bad. She cut two and it was still bad. She cut a third and it was still bad. She thought it was her own problem, so she had to call Ji Lang over.

Ji Lang, who was completely unaware of the situation, rushed into the kitchen and was overwhelmed by the smell. He almost vomited. He ran to the chopping board and looked at it for less than a minute before he began to feel dizzy.

My goodness, what kind of biological weapon is this?

In the end, let alone the salted duck eggs, everyone found this dinner a little difficult to swallow.

And we ate while sitting in the yard.

The smell in the kitchen lingered for a long time.

Ji Lang suppressed his nausea, put on a mask, and went to check the "biological nuclear bombs". He even shone a flashlight on them and finally found that there were cracks on the duck eggs.

He checked the remaining duck eggs again and found several cracked ones.

Take it out quickly and throw it away.

I just don't know whether the cracks were there originally, or were accidentally knocked before pickling, or whether they were caused by various reasons during the pickling process.

In short, after this incident, it took everyone a long time to muster up the courage to try salted duck eggs again.

The dug well still needs to be dried for a few more days. These days, Ji Lang went out hunting with Qing Jiu and the others several times, and even caught three little rabbits alive. Ji Lang built a one-meter-high and three-meter-long nest in the corner of the outer courtyard, trying to feed these little rabbits.

He knew that rabbits were a very productive species and if they were raised well, he would never have to worry about having no rabbit meat to eat.

A few boys would occasionally go out with the people who were collecting grass and bring back grass for the rabbits.

The sun is hotter than before. When Jilang went out a few days ago, he got a large sunburn on his neck. The skin has been shedding these past two days. Sometimes it feels tight and a little painful. He didn't go out with the others today. He plans to try weaving a straw hat strap, as his current hat can only cover his face but not his neck.

When I was a child, when I went to the temple fair, I saw an old man holding straw to set up a stall, weaving straw hats and selling them. He didn't like watching plays at that time. His grandparents were watching plays under the stage, so he ran outside the theater to play. He also talked to the old man weaving straw hats and watched him weave them completely, so now he can recall the past while trying to do it himself.