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

Ji Lang stopped and reached out to touch his messy hair. "I won't let this happen again. Don't be sad."

Qing Jiu pinched his tall nose and said, "Well, don't put too much pressure on yourself. We are not children anymore. It will always help a little."

But when the leaves in the outer courtyard began to turn yellow under the sun, Ji Lang still felt that he was too naive.

This is really a life-threatening sunbathing.

Especially during the period from noon to afternoon, when Ji Lang sat under the shed and looked outside, he felt that the air had been deformed by the sun.

The inner courtyard was paved with bricks so it was relatively safe, but the outer courtyard and the mountain road were so dusty that not only would people walk by, but even if the cats went out for a walk, the dust would fly everywhere.

It was too hot outside to hang out, so the kitten came back and stayed indoors. When it came back on the first day, Ji Lang almost didn't recognize it. It was a tabby cat, but it looked like a gray cat.

Fortunately, this guy knew that he would definitely get a beating if he went onto the kang like this, so after entering the house, he sat obediently on the wooden stool and waited for Ji Lang to deal with him.

When Ji Lang first came in and saw something squatting on the wooden block, he was stunned for a moment.

Maybe because Ji Lang’s eyes were too unfamiliar, Miaozi even shouted at the top of his voice.

"..."

“Hahahahahahahahaha.” Ji Lang’s laughter was so loud that even people in the next room could hear it. “No, how did you become like this? Oh my God.”

When the others heard the sound, they came over and saw the gray and white kitten, and they also laughed.

The kitten naturally realized that these people were laughing at it, and tried several times to jump onto the kang to teach Ji Lang a lesson. However, under Ji Lang's condemning eyes, it still did not take that step. It squatted there obediently and waited for Ji Lang to clean the dust off its body before it jumped up and found a comfortable position to lie down and sleep.

Water was poured into the well. At first, Ji Lang was worried about it collapsing, so he only dared to fill a little bit. Then he added a little bit every day. Only when he knew that it was 80% full and there was nothing to worry about did he feel relieved.

But to be on the safe side, he made the well mouth very small, half a person's height. Although it was very difficult to draw water this way, there were many children in the family and he could not be careless.

The corn, pumpkin, potatoes, etc. that had grown with great difficulty in the fields were wilting every day. This was the case every morning when the sky was gray and before the sun rose, a group of people were busy drawing water and carrying water to water the fields.

Even the wild flowers and weeds that Ji Lang had always thought had strong vitality, some of which had not grown too big, began to wither.

Sometimes they would go out before the sun sets. Not only would they dislike the wilted wild vegetables that they had previously disdained, they would not even let go of those that were half-dried. However, they gradually ended up with nothing to show for it.

This situation makes everyone anxious.

Previously, Ji Lang planned to change the water in the well every ten days or so, but as the water flow out of the pipe became smaller and smaller, Ji Lang asked everyone to use the water in the well when they got up early every day to water the fields, and then he would pour the water in.

What was boiled out before was a large water tank which was also filled with water. This water was used to feed sheep, rabbits, and ducks every day, and then it would be filled up again.

I don’t know if it’s because the animals can’t stand the hot weather, or if the hay they just cut is not fresh, but these guys haven’t had such a good appetite recently.

Not long after the warm season arrived, Ji Lang remembered that he put a bundle of grass in the trough. The sheep's little mouths kept smacking, and the whole bundle of grass was finished in less than half a day.

But now we bring back a bundle of grass and a few extra sheep, and there is often still some left when we clean up early the next morning.

It's not just a few sheep, but even the ducks. When the weather is hot, they don't lay eggs properly, and you can only pick up one or two occasionally. During the day, they like to stay in the water trough and don't come out. They only hide in the duck pen when the sun is the hottest.

The rabbits in the cage were even worse off. No one expected at first that even though they were in the cage, the sun could shine in if it was slightly slanted, and the three male rabbits and the two female rabbits that were caught later were almost dried up.

Later, we had to move the rabbit hive to the small doorway leading to the toilet. After several days, the rabbits finally started to eat properly, but they always seemed to have no appetite.

Ji Lang put grass leaves into the rabbit cage while cursing, "You ungrateful little rabbits, you may not be able to get food when you want it in the future, but you picked it up now, why don't you eat more while you are still alive."

Ji Lang was not trying to scare these little rabbits. The main reason was that if the drought was really severe, the dried vegetables stored now would be eaten by people, and there would be no fresh grass outside, so these rabbits would be the first wave to be killed. Goats and ducks could eat hay, and they could be raised for a longer time.

Although the sun had set, the scorching feeling was still there. Ji Lang squatted by the well, took a long dry bamboo pole and reached into the well to explore. After gauging for a while, he found that it was almost at the same position as yesterday, so he picked it up. He was relieved to see that there was a wet mark less than one centimeter below the mark where the water was filled in the morning.

There are no leaks and no excessive losses.

This well water may be used to save lives in the future, so we can't be careless.

The location at the wellhead was cool, and since the sun had set, Ji Lang sat next to the well, hoping to dissipate the heat from his body.

All day long, it's only now that the sun is out that I can feel comfortable for a while.

After finishing the work in his hands, Xishi also came over and sat down, enjoying the coolness here.

"Ji Lang, when did you start smelting iron?" Xi Shi pointed to the pile of firewood against the wall, which was getting bigger and bigger.

Ji Lang was also a little distressed. He was not sure whether he should burn it during this period of time. It was really too hot. He also had to keep an eye on it to prevent the fire from going out.

"I'm thinking about waiting until the weather is not so hot before burning it. It's too tiring to burn it now."

Just thinking about having to stand in front of a fire on a hot day, waiting for the iron to melt before pouring it into the mold, and feeling the hot sensation made him feel a little irritated.

Xishi opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but said nothing.

Ji Lang naturally saw him like this, and fanned himself with a wooden board in his hand, "It's okay, just tell me what you want to say."

Xi Shi was silent for a while, then said, "What I want is to refine iron as soon as possible and make some iron tools. The drought will not go away for a while, and other tribes may come to compete with us for water. Although the current weapons are very powerful, you also said that there are more powerful ones. I want more powerful weapons to have more support."

Ji Lang thought about it and realized that this was the truth. Indeed, one should not have the intention to harm others, but one must be on guard against others, especially in an era like this, without any legal constraints. If someone really wants to steal water, the only way to deal with it is by force.

The main reason is that they have few people, and if a conflict really breaks out, the better the weapons, the greater the chance of winning.

"You're right, I didn't think enough. The fever will start tomorrow," said Ji Lang.

After the sun set, the sky darkened quickly. It was already pitch black now, and Xishi couldn't see the expression on Ji Lang's face as he sat opposite him.

He thought to himself, it’s not that Ji Lang thinks less. From Ji Lang’s usual habits of speaking and doing things, it can be seen that he comes from a harmonious and stable place.

But it's different here. Although most people have unique ideas, they still retain their primitive animal nature in their bones. Compared to relying on working and hunting to get food, they prefer to plunder.

It was because the "evil" of the people here was too primitive. Ji Lang had never come into contact with it, so he naturally couldn't imagine it.

He did what he said. The next morning, after watering the fields and eating a big bowl of noodles, Ji Lang started to busy himself with iron smelting.

At first he didn't dare put too much in it, so he tried it first.

I just put the shovel heads of two engineer shovels in it. The ceramic furnace I used was small, and the two engineer shovels took up half of the space. After all, the molten iron had to be poured into the mold, so a smaller furnace was better.

At first, they put in flammable dry leaves and branches, and soon the fire became strong. Ji Lang stuffed in two larger pieces of wood and hurried out.

The fire hadn't been burning for a while when he was sweating profusely.

Outside the pottery kiln, it was just as hot outside.

Lan and Li, who had just finished cleaning the kitchen in the yard, brought in some water and sat under the shed. Although there was no sun, their faces were covered in sweat.

There were a lot of clothes piled up on the side. When Ji Lang was having breakfast, he heard them say that there would be less and less water in the future, so he should wash all the clothes and bedding that could be washed while there was still water.

Seeing Ji Lang coming out, Li waved and called him, "Xiao Lang, hurry up and take out the laundry from your room."

Ji Lang quickly waved his hands, "No, no, we can wash it ourselves." Although Li would take the initiative to ask to help him wash clothes every time, he still couldn't get used to it. Even when it was so cold in Han Ji that he didn't want to stretch out his hands, he would wear gloves and use a wooden stick to knock the clothes clean, and then Qing Jiu would rinse them.

But today he was not as stubborn as Li, and finally he had to resign himself to taking out Qingjiu and Xiaoman's clothes.

Li took it, sorted it out, glared at him, went into the room, took out the clothes that Ji Lang had picked out for him, and threw them on the pile of clothes.

This child has lived with them for such a long time, but he is still so distant. Li is a little angry.

Ji Lang: "..."

He didn't dare to speak, as he always felt that his expression was very similar to the one his grandmother had before he beat him when he was a child.

Qing Jiu and the others went out, so Ji Lang had to watch the fire in the pottery kiln by himself.

In fact, Ji Lang didn't understand why several people still wanted to go out at this time. If they accidentally got heat stroke, they would really die. After all, from Qing Jiu's description, many people died in the drought when he was a child.

But when they were about to go out, Ji Lang couldn't stop them.

After all, what they said makes sense. It's not the windy season now. At that time, you can find food everywhere in the mountains. But now, many edible weeds have to be found and dug, and there are basically no fruits. Under this situation, when the windy season really comes, there will still be nothing to eat, so we must prepare in advance. And there is another very important point. Ah Zhou and Xiao Ying will bring people from the Snow Mountain Tribe with them. After they come, we can't let them starve to death.

I just don't know if they can get here safely.

Ji Lang became worried when he thought about this. After all, it was so hot outside that he would sweat a lot if he moved. Now he was traveling in the deep mountains and forests, and he might become dehydrated within an hour.

Of course, Ji Lang could think of this problem, and so could Zhou and the others. However, they also had their own solution. Xiaoying had a strong sense of direction and night vision, and they also had several flashlights given to them by Ji Lang, so they did not choose to travel during the day, but at night. Although it was more dangerous at night, they had a lot of people, almost fifty in total, and they had nothing to fear as long as they did not encounter large packs of wolves or similar animals.

However, Ji Lang didn't know all this, so his worries still existed.

The door of the pottery kiln was open. Ji Lang went to the side to take a look. The fire was still burning, but he really didn't want to go in. When he reached the door, he felt an unbearable heat.

But there is no other way. If you don’t add more firewood, the fire will go out, and you have to see how it burns.

Unfortunately, he endured the intense heat and added a few pieces of thick firewood. He then took a look into the stove with his courage. The two shovel heads inside were still the same as before, even the color had not changed.

Ji Lang ran out quickly, feeling really miserable. He started to worry that it wouldn't fail to melt. He was afraid that it wouldn't reach the melting point and turn the furnace into ashes.

After all, this thing may not necessarily be made of iron. Although it certainly contains iron, the content of other metals is not low. If it were only iron, it would not be so strong. After all, he had seen what a pure iron shovel looked like when he was a child.

When Ji Lang went to add firewood for the second time, the two shovel heads in the stove, which originally had a dark silver luster, began to turn black.

Ji Lang felt relieved, at least there had been a change.

When he was about to go in for the third time, the temperature in the pottery kiln was already frighteningly high. When Ji Lang walked to the door, he felt a wave of hot air blowing towards him.

There really is no hottest, only hotter.

But the effect is also very obvious. The shovel head inside has melted into a dazzling orange color.

Ji Lang quickly called Feng who was helping to put on clothes outside, "Feng, come and help me."

There is a handle on the stove that can be grabbed, but due to the temperature of the stove at this moment, Ji Lang dare not touch it.

After finding the sticks and gloves they had prepared earlier, the two of them worked together to carefully pour the molten iron onto the knife mold on the side.

The falling iron flowers were flashing and a bit scary.

Fortunately, both of them wore gloves. Ji Lang had never smelted iron before, so he didn't know if there would be air bubbles when using the mold.

He moved Feng a little further away, put on a mask made of wood, leaving only his eyes exposed, and moved closer to the mold, tapping it again and again, trying to shake out the bubbles inside.

I remember watching some costume dramas before, in which the blacksmiths would use water to quickly cool down and shape the iron knife. But at this moment, the iron knife had not been shaped yet, and it was still in the mold and he didn't know how to take it out. Ji Lang could only wait for it to cool down slowly.

There were two buckets of water nearby, but Ji Lang didn't know when they would be used.

It was really hot inside, and thinking that it would take at least ten minutes to take shape, Ji Lang pulled Feng out to fire the pottery kiln.

The group of people sitting in the yard were shocked when they saw them. The two men had been in there for such a short time that they looked like they had just been fished out of a pool. They were wet all over, especially Ji Lang, who was carrying a strange wooden board and didn't even feel uncomfortable.