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

I don't know why, but I always felt a little uneasy, and my fingers were pricked several times by the small thorns on the grass stems.

I tried several times but failed. Just as I was about to get up and lie down for a while, there was suddenly a commotion outside.

"Ji Lang! Open the door quickly!" Sa Shi's voice came, with some urgency.

Ji Lang hurried out to open the door, and other people who heard the noise also ran out of the house.

When the door was opened, Guo Qi was carrying Feng on his back. His face was pale, his lips were tightly pursed, and he was groaning in pain.

"What's going on?" Ji Lang quickly moved aside and let them in.

"Let's talk after we go in."

Guo Qi carried Feng on his back into the inner courtyard. Sa Shi and Qing Jiu carried a puppy, followed by Lie Feng and the remaining two puppies. They jumped around trying to see the dogs being carried, looking very worried.

Feng was placed on a moisture-proof mat in the yard, and Ji Lang went into the house to get a medical kit.

After carefully examining Feng's wounds, he found severe abrasions on both of his legs and three scratches on his arms from sharp claws. The blood had already coagulated on the scratches and was stained with grass and dirt. There were also some tiny but strong thorns stuck in his arms. Ji Lang roughly estimated that there were at least twenty or thirty of them.

Did this guy hit a cactus?

Ji Lang hurriedly cleaned his wounds. They were all superficial injuries, but with eleven wounds all over his body, it was quite painful.

While cleaning up Feng, he listened to Sa Shi's explanation of what happened.

It turned out that when they were chasing pheasants, they suddenly saw a group of bison. They didn't know where they came from, and they had never appeared in this area before. Because bison have hot tempers and are very large in size and strength, these people would not provoke these big guys unless there are special circumstances.

I don't know if it was because the weather was hot that these guys were bored or if Da Mao had provoked the herd of cattle, but for some reason a large group of cattle started chasing Da Mao and tried to stab him with their sharp horns. Although Da Mao was agile, he could not withstand the attacks of so many cows. By the time everyone realized something was wrong, Da Mao had already been injured.

Some bison even raised their hooves and tried to trample Big Hair to death.

Feng reacted first, and without thinking, he immediately attacked the herd of cattle with the wooden spear in his hand.

The herd of cattle became chaotic. The moment he rushed to Damao and tried to drag him up, he was hit by a cow that came from nowhere and rolled down the hillside.

When Qing Jiu and others escaped from under the herd of cattle and ran back, they saw Feng who had fainted while holding Damao at the bottom of the hillside.

The few of them did not dare to delay and hurriedly carried Feng back.

"I'm going to beat this guy up when he wakes up. I've told him many times not to be so impulsive, but he never listens." Sa Shi clenched his fists and waved them at the air, his face revealing worry that was hard to conceal.

Ji Lang felt his body, which was being bandaged, suddenly tremble slightly.

......

Young man, you can't avoid it by trying to play dead. You can avoid the first day, but you can't avoid the fifteenth day.

Although all the external injuries on his body had been bandaged, Ji Lang was still a little worried. After all, he had rolled down the hillside and he didn't know if he had any internal injuries. But he didn't know how to check this.

I had to get up and look at the big hair on the other side.

There was a bloody hole the size of a finger on Da Mao's back, and his front paw was broken and folded at an incredible angle.

Although her eyes were open at this moment, they were lifeless, without any of the liveliness and agility she had before, which made Ji Lang feel distressed.

The fur on Da Mao's body was long and thick, just like the hunting wind. Ji Lang had to use scissors to clean some of the fur on his back to expose the injured area before applying medicine. However, his front paw was fractured, so Ji Lang was a little helpless. With such an injury, there might be some broken bones that needed to be picked out. However, Ji Lang had never had surgery and did not know the specific location of the nerves. He did not dare to try at all. He could only try his best to restore the dog's paw to its original shape and then tie it up with a board cut from a wooden board.

Whether he can get better and to what extent he can recover depends entirely on Damao himself.

Liefeng and the other two puppies also realized that Ji Lang was saving Damao, so they just came over and stared with their big eyes. Even when Ji Lang was tying the wooden board on Damao's legs, Liefeng came over and rubbed against Ji Lang.

The well dug was much larger than Ji Lang had imagined. The two kilns of bricks fired at the beginning were not enough, so he had to fire two more kilns, which delayed the process by five or six days.

Feng followed a group of people pitifully every day, with a bruised face and nose, and used a wooden stick as a crutch.

His face and nose were bruised from being beaten by Sa Shi, and he was using a crutch because everyone discovered the next day that he had sprained his foot.

Ji Lang was not too worried about the superficial injuries on his body. The physical fitness and recovery ability of these people were different from those in the previous world. They were stronger and ordinary abrasions would disappear in three to five days. But for this sprained ankle, Ji Lang was a little worried. A sprained area could easily suffer secondary injuries and would also leave sequelae.

Jilang had a friend in high school who sprained his ankle while playing basketball. Even after he recovered and even went to see a Chinese doctor for acupuncture, he would still feel a stinging pain before it rained every time. In the winter, the sprained foot was even more difficult to warm up.

Even a small sequelae would be a hidden danger for hunters like them.

But at the moment Ji Lang really had no better solution, he could only pray that when Ye and the others came back they would bring someone who knew how to treat injuries and illnesses.

The bricked well needs to be dried for a long time. Ji Lang has not been idle recently. He has reclaimed a few pieces of land and is going to plant the corn that Ah Hua and Dayan brought last time and another kind of red seeds that he didn't recognize. He has never planted these two seeds before, so he could only imitate them. He soaked them for a long time and then planted them in the reclaimed land. He also didn't miss out on other nuts. He found places to plant them on the side of the mountain and the edge of the field. At first, he was a little worried whether they could survive. After all, the cold season here is really terrible.

Later I thought about it and decided that since squirrels can find these things, it means that these trees can at least grow to bear fruit.

The sun is getting stronger day by day. Not to mention Ji Lang, even the indigenous people like Qing Jiu will have their skin turn red and occasionally cracked if they go out in the hot sun for a while.

After Ji Lang had woven a few straw hats, Uncle Lin saw them while he was out for a walk and took over the job on his own initiative.

Ji Lang finally understood who Ye Ling's flexible hands were from. The first one that Uncle Lin had woven according to Ji Lang's method was more beautiful than the one that Ji Lang had just finished carefully and was still holding in his hands.

Jilang:……

Although it’s not ugly, it’s just not good-looking.

However, Ji Lang himself does not despise his craft, and he is busy going in and out every day wearing a straw hat he has woven himself. The same is true for Xiaoman. He thinks the ones Ji Lang has woven are more fun. Obviously, the straw hat Ji Lang woven for him is a bit too big, and sometimes his eyes will be covered when he wears it.

"This hat is blocking your eyes. Change it." Feng limped behind and reached out to push Xiaoman's hat up.

After more than ten days, his ankle still felt sore when he walked, so he just threw away his "crutch" in the past two days.

Xiaoman pulled the two sides of the straw hat with both hands. They were a little deformed, and there was a big gap in the middle. "No, this is what my father knitted for me. I like this one."

In fact, Ji Lang braided more than just this one for him. Later, seeing that he liked to wear it all the time, he was worried that the one he braided wouldn’t fit well, so he braided two more, one big and one small. As a result, the big one was still too big, and the small one was a little small and couldn’t cover his neck. In the end, the original one worked better.

The wild vegetables they picked and the bamboo shoots they dug were drying in the yard. Ji Lang thought that one good thing about this place was that there were bamboo shoots to eat throughout the entire life cycle. There were many different types of bamboo in that bamboo forest, and he could go and dig bamboo shoots at any time.

Hearing the two boys coming in, Ji Lang stopped peeling bamboo shoots and asked, "Have you fed the rabbits?"

The three little rabbits we caught grew very fast. In a short period of time, they almost doubled in size.

It is said that rabbits have a very short maturation period and can mate and give birth to puppies in three to five months. Ji Lang is now imagining a cage of baby rabbits.

He is a little craving for spicy rabbit head.

Thinking about the taste, I guess only Ye can make a taste similar to that of the previous world.

I don’t know how Ye, Zhou and the others are doing on the road. According to the time, they haven’t reached the Snow Mountain Tribe yet.

Xiaoman beside him said something, but Ji Lang, whose thoughts were no longer in the yard, didn't hear it clearly, and subconsciously asked, "What?"

The little fellow pouted in dissatisfaction and said again, "Xi said we need to catch a few more rabbits. These rabbits can't give birth to babies."

Ji Lang’s brain short-circuited: “Why?” He was just imagining a cage of little rabbits, why are you suddenly telling him that he can’t have children? Is he sick?

"Because these three are male rabbits." Xiaoman's childish voice spoke out a fact that was bad news for Jilang.

"..."

Depend on.

He had forgotten about the gender issue, but even if he remembered, it would be useless. After all, Ji Lang only knew one sentence about distinguishing the gender of rabbits: "The female rabbit's feet are messy, the male rabbit's eyes are blurry, and when two rabbits walk side by side on the ground, how can I tell which is male or female?"

In short, he couldn't tell the difference.

Fortunately, Xi Shi discovered this problem early, otherwise Ji Lang would have to wait for a long time.

Alas, I was excitedly saying in front of everyone that there would be baby rabbits soon and that everyone would have a heavier task on their shoulders. But now I’m slapped in the face. There are only three male rabbits, so where will the baby rabbits come from?

His eternal fame.

"Father, Qing told me to tell you that he won't tell anyone else. No one else knows about this. When he catches new rabbits, there will still be little rabbits." Xiaoman's clear voice rang out again.

Li and Lan, who were peeling bamboo shoots together, said: ...

I want to laugh, but I have to hold it back.

Sa Shi, who was playing on the moisture-proof mat with his two children, said: "Hahahaha, silly kid, we all know what you said."

"Oh, that's right." Xiaoman realized that she had done something stupid, and came close to Ji Lang, putting her little hand on Ji Lang's knee, "Father..."

Ji Lang patted him on the butt symbolically with his big hand and said, "Go and have fun, it's okay." What else could he say? No wonder he used to say "you're cheating me" when he cursed people in the past. This was not a real example of "you're cheating me".

In the afternoon, Xiaoman was looking at the arithmetic homework suddenly added to the wooden board, and his little head was full of question marks.

Because of concerns about drought, the family burned some more water tanks and bought some new molds for making ironware.

There was not much firewood left, so Xishi and Guoqi went to water the fields. Originally, because it was too hot, Qingjiu wanted to go down the mountain to collect some firewood by himself. Jilang's skin was not yet adapted to the sun here. Sometimes when he was working outside and it was too hot, he would roll up his sleeves to expose himself to the sun for a while, and a large red patch would appear on his arms. It would feel burning painful when he lay on the kang at night. Therefore, Qingjiu would not take Jilang with him when going out recently, especially from noon to afternoon, when the sun was the hottest. After all, Qingjiu would feel bad if he really got sunburned.

But at this moment, when Ji Lang saw that he had taken the sickle and rope, he suddenly said that he wanted to go too.

"It's too sunny outside, you stay at home, I'll be back soon." Qing Jiu said.

Ji Lang didn't listen to him. He went into the house, put on the sun-protection clothes he found from a pile of clothes, put on a straw hat, and then went out the door.

Qing Jiu, who had originally walked to the gate to open the door for the dogs to let them out first, saw Ji Lang who was wrapped tightly and stretched out his hand helplessly.

Ji Lang happily reached out his hand and pushed Da Mao, who was following him and trying to follow him out, behind the door with his foot, "You are not allowed to go. Your leg hasn't recovered yet." Two days ago, Ji Lang removed the splint, applied some medicine, and then tied the splint back on. Maybe it didn't hurt so much, Da Mao has been more active these two days than before.

Now they were about to go out, and it actually planned to follow them.

He is also a dishonest guy. I don’t know how his claw can recover. If it is really lame, I can’t take him with me when I go out hunting in the future. I will have one less helper.

The two of them walked down the mountain hand in hand like primary school students going to the toilet. Ji Lang was shaking his arms happily. Qing Jiu didn't understand why he was so happy, but he was never a person who would spoil the fun. Seeing Ji Lang so happy, a smile also appeared on his face.

"Do you know what I'm thinking of?" Ji Lang suddenly spoke.

Qing Jiu stopped and looked at him. Not long after coming out, his face was already sweaty, especially his nose. He reached out and wiped the sweat off his nose. "What did you think of?"

Ji Lang felt the warm big hands rubbing his face twice. Although it was hot, he did not avoid it, and even rubbed it a little greedily.

"Guess."

Qing Jiu, who couldn't guess, scratched his head.

Knowing that people here don't have the concept of anniversaries, Ji Lang didn't make things difficult for him. "If I calculated correctly, on this day in the last reincarnation, I picked you and Xiaoman up and brought them back. This is the anniversary of our acquaintance."

It was still a bit cold at that time, and the kang couldn't be warmed up no matter how much we heated it, and it was still cold when we slept at night.

Although he never understood what anniversaries were, Qing Jiu felt inexplicably happy when he heard Ji Lang's words.

"You remember it so clearly." Because there were no calendars in this era, and everyone was struggling to survive, they didn't have that much time or had never thought about the richness of the spiritual world, and they wouldn't spend too much time recording these special days. What was gone was gone.