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

When I opened the door curtain, there was a gust of wind.

"Xiao Lang, are you awake? The rice is warming up in the pot." Lan was sitting in the shed outside the kitchen sorting wild vegetables. When she saw Ji Lang coming out, she quickly greeted him.

Ji Lang responded a little slowly, and walked towards the kitchen. After two steps, he realized, "Are these bamboo shoots dried?" No way, they were just put up in the sun yesterday. Although the sun is indeed strong, bamboo shoots themselves are not easy to dry so quickly.

Lan raised his chin and motioned Ji Lang to look at the sky. "Xi said it's going to rain and there will be strong winds. I'll put it away first to avoid ruining it."

"Oh." It's going to rain, and it seems the chance of drought has decreased.

I always felt like something was wrong, but Ji Lang didn't think about it and sat in the kitchen to eat.

There were two plate-sized pancakes left in the pot for him, filled with crispy and fragrant fried eggs, with chopped chilies and wild onions. The first bite tasted better than the stone pancakes that Jilang bought at the school gate when he was in school.

"Oops!" Ji Lang slapped his thigh when he suddenly remembered something was wrong after finishing a piece of pancake.

The well that has just been bricked cannot allow water to enter, otherwise it will collapse easily.

Ji Lang quickly ran outside.

In the few minutes he was in the kitchen, raindrops started falling outside.

Qing Jiu, who was covering firewood with a tarpaulin in the outer yard, saw Ji Lang coming out in a hurry and hurried over. This man must be in such a hurry because of something important.

"what happened?"

"Bring a tarpaulin, I need to cover the well. Do you still have the soil that we brought back earlier?" Ji Lang asked as he went to get a shovel.

Qing Jiu took out a tarpaulin from the corner and said, "Yes, they are all piled at the entrance of the sheep pen."

Then he saw Ji Lang hurriedly took a basket to the door of the sheep pen, shoveled a basket of soil, brought it back and started pouring it along the wellhead and water inlet.

Although he didn't know why this was done, Qingjiu also joined in.

Ji Lang always has his reasons for what he does. Qing Jiu sometimes cannot understand it, but he is good at executing it unconditionally.

Xi Shi, who had just returned from checking the situation in the field, saw two people busy in the outer courtyard and quickly approached them, "What are they doing?"

Ji Lang glanced at him and said, "I also want to ask you, is the rain heavy this time?"

"It's not big, but it looks like it will rain for three to five days." Xi Shi came back and asked, "Does it have anything to do with this?" He pointed to the blocked wellhead.

"If there's a lot of rainfall, and water gets inside, the mud inside won't dry up yet, and it could easily collapse," Ji Lang explained to them.

After hearing this, Xishi and Qingjiu did not dare to be careless. They quickly followed suit and carried basket after basket of soil to surround the wellhead and water inlet tightly.

After doing all this, Ji Lang suddenly thought, "Will there be no drought if it rains?" Then the well would have been dug in vain. If it rains every day, the soil will become loose and there may be a risk of collapse. By then, a big kang in the yard will be quite ugly.

Xi Shi shook his head and said, "After this rain, it won't be long before drought sets in." The cause of the drought is not the lack of rain, but the scorching sun and sunny days that far exceed those in previous cycles.

Because the well mouth was covered, and the well mouth that was originally going to be rebuilt had not been built yet, and now it was covered with a tarpaulin, it looked more like a trap. Ji Lang warned the group of people, big and small, and the four dogs squatting on the side watching the fun, not sure if they could understand what he said, not to go to the covered area, if they accidentally fell in it would be troublesome, and after all, they were not professional well diggers, and the danger of collapse or falling into the well was inevitable, especially after continuous rainy days.

There are many children at home, so you need to pay more attention to this. If they accidentally fall or get stuck, and no one finds them for a while, it will be all over.

After all, the rain lasted for three days without stopping for a moment.

It wasn’t heavy indeed, and there was even a drizzle, but it just kept on coming.

The kids were forced to stay in the house and do more math problems.

Xiaoman frowned and pulled a few thin, soft and yellowish hairs that had fallen from his forehead. The questions his father had given him recently were so difficult that he couldn't use all his fingers and toes to figure them out.

Ji Lang was sitting next to him. When he saw him scratching his head, he couldn't help but smile and quickly lowered his head to look at his toes.

Qing Jiu did not go out. He was lying on the kang and sleeping. Although he was sleeping, he was actually thinking with his eyes closed. He did not have the habit of sleeping during the day. No matter how tired he was, he could not fall asleep during the day. At this moment, he did not close his eyes but turned sideways to look at Ji Lang who was facing him.

Then I saw this man lowering his head and grinning.

It goes without saying that Xiaoman has been tricked again.

How vindictive.

Normally, I love the child very much, but because Xiaoman talked about the male rabbit in front of everyone last time, the little guy has been taking longer and longer to do his homework in the past few days.

It was raining outside and there was nothing to do, so Ji Lang climbed onto the kang and lay down.

"You're not asleep?" Ji Lang said when he saw Qing Jiu with his eyes open.

Qing Jiu sat up and said, "I can't sleep, I'll go to the fields."

It has been raining these past few days, and Ji Lang was worried that the seedlings in the field would be soaked and damaged. He was still worried about it last night.

Ji Lang: "What are you doing in the field? It's raining and the road outside is very slippery."

"I'll go and drain the water out of the field. Xishi said the rain will last another day, so don't let the seedlings get soaked." Ji Lang had put in a lot of effort to grow this little piece of land, and Qingjiu didn't want to see him disappointed.

Ji Lang sat up and said, "Then I'll go with you."

"No need. The mountain road is difficult to walk on. If you follow me, I have to take care of you. I will be back soon by myself." Qing Jiu said this very honestly.

Ji Lang: "..."

Okay, you dislike me, right?

Qingjiu went out wearing straw sandals and a raincoat, and Jilang lay on the kang and fell asleep in a depressed mood.

He has the habit of taking a nap, and after lying down for a while, he started yawning continuously.

I fell asleep without realizing it.

When he woke up, the room was dark. Xiaoman was sleeping on his arm with a rosy face, and Jilang's coat was covering her.

Ji Lang pulled the quilt over him, put on his own clothes and slid off the kang. Xiaoman, who had been sleeping soundly, suddenly turned over and called softly, "Father..."

"Father is here, go back to sleep." After hearing Ji Lang's voice, the child felt at ease and continued to sleep.

This made Ji Lang feel a little embarrassed. After all, this child trusted him so much, and he had made Xiaoman's homework more difficult in the past few days.

Guilty.

It seems that we can reduce the number of difficult questions tomorrow.

Xiaoman naturally had no idea that this unconscious behavior in his sleep had inexplicably reduced the difficulty of his homework by two degrees. He still had the sweet dream of eating two large roast chickens while Ji Lang could only stand by and watch.

Because there is a sewer in the yard, there is not much water accumulation. It is really stuffy to stay in the house all the time on rainy days. At this moment, Sa Shi brought her two children and spread a moisture-proof mat under the shed. She sat on a wooden block next to it, and the two kids stepped on the moisture-proof mat barefoot.

"You don't know how annoying these two kids of Sa are. I took them out to pee before going to bed last night, but they didn't pee properly. I haven't used diapers for them since the weather got hot. They would pee before going to bed and I would just get up in the middle of the night and take them out to pee together. But these two kids came out and squatted on the ground for a long time. I thought they had finished peeing, so I took them back. While I was washing their faces, one of them peed at the head of the kang and the other at the end of the kang. I asked them why they didn't pee outside on the kang, and Xiaorong actually said that it was already wet outside and there was no need to pee." There was a rare hint of gritted teeth in Li's voice.

Lan, who was sitting next to him, laughed out loud, "They are really of the same mind."

Li got even angrier when he talked about this, slapping his thigh, "That's right, I didn't even notice when they discussed this, the sheets and mattress on the kang were just changed two days ago, and they can only be replaced with clean ones, and now they can't dry after washing."

No wonder when Ji Lang got up early in the morning he saw a lot of things on the shelves in the yard and was curious about what was going on.

Sa Shi, who was standing nearby, saw Ji Lang coming out and quickly patted the empty wooden stool beside him, "Come here, Xiao Lang, look at my two kids, they are following me like little turtles, it makes me laugh to death."

Ji Lang walked over silently, looking at little Tao Rong who was lying on the moisture-proof mat, tossing and turning with his disobedient limbs, and little Tao An who had lay down at some point and was crawling forward like a little bug.

You know what, they really look like two little turtles.

But before he could speak, Sa Shi was sanctioned.

Li slapped Sa Shi on his sturdy arm. The sound was so clear that it echoed in the huge yard.

That’s not all. After the filming, he even scolded her, “I don’t know what you’re thinking every day. You teach these two kids nonsense. Can you be more reliable now that you’re Eminem’s people?”

Sa Shi rubbed his arm that was hurt by the slap and pouted, "Are you really my dear Amu? You are so cruel. Besides, the child is not my own. Xi Shi didn't care. He is not as reliable as me."

Li raised the sole of the shoe in his hand, "You're looking for a fight, aren't you? If you hadn't kissed Eminem, I would have ignored you a long time ago. How could I let you make me so angry?"

Feeling that if he continued talking, Sashi would get beaten again, Ji Lang quickly spoke up, "Why isn't Xishi here?"

Sa Shi turned his head and pointed his chin in the direction of the door, "He followed Brother Qing to the fields. It seems that he cares more about those pieces of land than his own children."

Ji Lang: "..."

That’s not the case…right?

The rain lasted for more than a day before it stopped. After it stopped, Ji Lang ran to check with Xi Shi, "Will it rain again tonight?"

Xi Shi shook his head, then realized that this action was ambiguous, and quickly explained, "It's been too wet recently, I can't feel it, what are you doing?"

Ji Lang, "I want to check the condition of the well, in case it is not dry yet."

"That doesn't make a big difference for one night."

Having said that, Ji Lang was still a little worried. Whenever he had something on his mind, he would easily not be able to sleep at night.

Knowing that he would definitely not rest at night if he didn't take a look, Qing Jiu had to follow him out to take a look. When he lifted the lid and saw the dry wellhead, Ji Lang was satisfied.

Qing Jiu resigned himself to his fate and put the tarpaulin back on.

However, he could also understand Ji Lang's concerns. After all, this was about the future food and drink of the entire family.

After they finished their work, they returned to the inner courtyard hand in hand.

Ji Lang, "Have you ever experienced a drought before?"

Qing Jiu nodded.

He was very young at that time and had just started to remember things. He only remembered that during a certain period of time in that warm season, everyone had a worried look on their faces. The clay jars for water at home were full at first, but later they could only get half a jar every day, and finally there was no more. Sometimes they were so thirsty that they could only lick their lips hard.

His father clearly said that the more he licked, the thirstier he would feel, but he just couldn't help it. He still remembers the dry and tight feeling of his lips when he was a child.

Later, the situation became more and more serious, and the leader took many people out to find water.

did not find.

But after they came back, many people started to have high fever, convulsions, and coma. Drinking herbal medicine didn't work, and they died soon after.

Some people in the tribe said that this was a punishment from the mountain god for not offering sacrifices to the god in time.

Although Qingjiu's father discovered that people with such symptoms were those who went out frequently, and suspected that they got sick because of the heat, no one listened to him. After all, they had to go out, and without water, they would slowly die of thirst.

He could only tell his children to stay in the cave and not go out to bask in the sun.

Whenever he went out, he would wear a straw hat woven from branches. Sometimes he would make a cover for himself with leaves and hang it on his body to block the sun.

More than ten days passed, and it still didn't rain. No water source was found, and conflicts of all sizes had begun to break out in the tribe. The rare prey that was caught was skinny and bony. The most sought-after item was its blood, which was used to offer sacrifices to the mountain god. But a prey only had so little blood, and people often fought to the point of bleeding.

But the problem is, the more you drink this blood, the thirstier you become.

Some people even left the tribe with their families and decided to find water outside the territory.

Just when everyone gave up and prepared to die of thirst.

It finally rained.

Heavy rain fell for many days in a row. Everyone went from being ecstatic at the beginning to worried and finally numb.

Qingjiu couldn't remember how many days the rain lasted.

All I know is that when I went to the small river near the tribe later, the river was much wider than before, and there were many animal carcasses that had rushed in from nowhere.

It has been rotten for a long time and emits a pungent and unpleasant smell.

Most people stay away from it, but there are always people in the tribe who like to eat carrion.

They ate the rotten meat and became sick, suffering from infectious diseases. The tribe, which had already lost many people due to drought and exposure, suffered many more deaths in this devastating infectious disease.

Although there was little information exchange between tribes, news would always get out. The people of their tribe would go to the Yaoshi tribe with their sick bodies through great difficulties to exchange herbs for them.

Before they reached the place, they were ambushed and beaten by people from the Herb Tribe. They cursed them as they were beaten, saying that they had offended the mountain god, brought bad luck, and would spread the bad luck to other tribes.

Ji Lang was stunned: "......"

I didn’t expect these people to be so well-informed that they dared to beat people up and were not afraid of being infected.

"The drought is terrible, but the infectious diseases that followed are also terrible. At that time, we all felt that we would not survive. After all, several of our playmates had disappeared for a long time by the time we realized it." Qing Jiu's voice was low, with a hint of depression that was not easily noticeable.