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

Although Qingjiu and his friends had encountered droughts or very hot warm seasons before, this place was a little hotter than before. Not to mention Ji Lang, even Guo Qi, who was walking in front, couldn't stand it anymore. He picked a large dry leaf from some tree nearby and started fanning himself with it.

I always feel that at this time, even if a conflict really arises, everyone is too enthusiastic to start a fight.

Although the cold can wear away people's will, we can always find ways to resist the cold. But the heat is really hard to bear in this era without air conditioning and electric fans.

The group's speed was not very fast. The three dogs that were following them had already gone up the mountain and were standing at the top of the mountain, barking rapidly.

Ji Lang and Qing Jiu looked at each other, tightened their weapons, and quickened their pace up the mountain.

The hunting winds are usually very alert. When they go out hunting, they not only know how to surround the enemy, but also know how to lower their voices and hide themselves. With such a big commotion at this moment, they must not be able to cope with the situation above.

But when Ji Lang climbed up the mountain panting and sweating profusely, and walked to Guo Qi and Sa Shi who had stopped in front, he couldn't help but be stunned.

Under the trees by the lake, there were a dozen old, weak, and sick people huddled together, so thin that they looked like humans rather than monkeys.

In front of them stood two boys who looked only a few years older than Wu, holding two wooden sticks in their hands, standing in front of the group of people. Their expressions were fearful yet determined. Of course, Ji Lang guessed their expressions. The two boys were so tanned that they looked like Africans, so it was hard to tell what their expressions were.

Ji Lang was stunned. How could such a group of people get here safely?

There was an old man with a hunched back, whose age was hard to tell but whose beard was gray; a few old ladies who were so thin that only their big eyes could be seen; a few young women who were equally thin; and a few people who were missing limbs... Well, it doesn't look like they are safe and sound.

After all, the wounds on these people looked new, some had not yet fully healed, and the wounds were still very hideous.

Ji Lang was about to speak when a lame young man sitting under a tree suddenly stood up, looked at Sa Shi, then at Guo Qi, and at the unique weapons shining in their hands. He recognized these people!

"It's you!?" His voice was dry, and his throat felt like it was filled with molten iron, but his tone was filled with rare surprise and obvious fear.

Ji Lang's first reaction was that this was someone from the Taoli tribe, but when he saw that the people around him all had confused looks and looked "Who are you?", he was confused again.

The young man stood up and moved closer with the stick in his hand. "We are from the Big Tree Tribe. We want to snatch women and sheep from you. Remember?" He gestured as he spoke. Seeing that these people were still confused, he used his trump card and spread his hands above his head. "Our chief, Old Pheasant."

!!!

"Ah! It's you?" Sa Shi was the first to react. After all, it was she who gave the nickname.

Ji Lang thought for a while and had some impression of the Big Tree Tribe, which was the group of people he met on the way of migration.

Also, because they were hunting in the territory of the Big Tree Tribe, the chief brought his men over to steal the prey.

I still remember that the chief was very arrogant at that time.

Why has it become so miserable now?

Knowing that these people's fighting power was vulnerable, Sa Shi put down his attacking posture and sat down under the tree carelessly. "Why did you come here and make such a miserable state? Where is the old pheasant?"

The lame young man, "Old savage...the chief took the hunting team to find food, and our tribe was driven out by other tribes..." He chattered on and on about the origin of everything.

It turned out that drought had already hit the Big Tree Tribe a long time ago, and it hadn't rained since the warm season. Because the Big Tree Tribe was blessed by the sacred tree, there was a large pond under the sacred tree. Although it was becoming increasingly difficult for them to find food, they had never lacked water.

It is precisely because of this that they have been targeted.

The other side was a large tribe of several hundred people. They attacked their tribe on a dark and windy night. The chief led a dozen people from the hunting team and fought hard to bring out less than half of the people in the tribe.

There are not many young people in their tribe. Most of them are middle-aged and elderly people. Not only do they have little fighting power, but sometimes they even hinder their team.

But the chief told everyone firmly that as long as they were still there, the Big Tree Tribe would always exist, even if they could no longer get the protection of the Big Tree Tribe.

These people have never left their territory since they were born. Some of them have never even left the small settlement of the tribe. Except for a dozen hunters, everyone else lives in fear every day. Moreover, even the hunters in their tribe are far inferior to ordinary people from other tribes in speed, strength and endurance. They encountered countless dangers of all sizes along the way and groped their way into the territory of the Taotie tribe and found the lake.

Ji Lang and his group were amazed when they heard this. Under such harsh and severe conditions, Old Wild Chicken was able to lead this group of people all the way here. He was quite capable.

"That's not right. This is such a coincidence. How come you found us when there are so many places to go?" Qing Jiu stared at the young man who was speaking with his sharp eyes like an eagle.

He doesn't believe in such coincidences.

The young man looked up at Qing Jiu, then quickly lowered his head, silently praying in his heart that the chief would come back quickly, as he could not handle these people.

I was also worried that there would be nothing I could do after the chief came back.

Seeing that this guy fell silent, Ji Lang and his companions became alert and looked around, worried that there was a trap.

After finding out that there was nothing wrong, the few of them didn't want to question the boy. They would know sooner or later anyway, so they simply sat aside and took a rest.

You'll know when the old pheasant comes back.

It was unknown how much time had passed, but Qing Jiu and Guo Qi suddenly looked in the same direction at the same time and stood up with long swords and axes in their hands.

The weeds over there rustled for a while, and first a man came out. He was as thin as a skeleton and looked scary.

He was stunned for a moment, then he crawled back in. After a while, he crawled out again. The confusion on his face turned into surprise and fear, and he crawled back in again.

"Chief, Chief, they are here!!!"

"..."

Within two minutes, a few more "skinny monkeys" jumped out of the bushes.

There was not even a decent weapon, only a few sharpened wooden sticks. The only person was holding a bone knife. There was no fancy feathers on his head, only a hat woven with leaves that covered half of his face.

"Let our people go. I'm telling you, we are not easy to mess with."

Sa Shi burst out laughing and stood up from under the tree, "Old pheasant, you still like to brag so much."

The chief of the Big Tree Tribe was stunned for a moment, then said, "It's really you."

This is a bit strange.

However, knowing that he could not defeat these people, the chief put down the bone knife in his hand, waved his hand to signal others to step back, and took out a handful of wild grass and some rhizomes from the "rough" straw basket on his back, and signaled the people of the tribe to cook these things and eat them first.

The chief invented this backpack after he saw Jilang and his men carrying it during the last warm season.

The chief wiped the sweat from his face, found a place covered by leaves to sit down, and then began to explain what had happened.

The chief's name was Big Tree.

It turned out that after these people were driven out, they had been hiding in a cave on the top of a mountain. One morning, when Dashu came out of the cave to look for food, he saw three people walking down the mountain.

One of them was a person he had met before, Ye.

At that time, no new water source or place to stay was found, and he wanted to follow these three people to see what they were going to do. But then he thought that it would be easy to be discovered if he followed them, but if he followed the way they came, he might be able to find a water source. After all, Ji Lang and his people must also need to stay somewhere with a water source.

Fortunately, there was no wind or rain along the way, and they could vaguely find some traces.

But after walking for two months, that is, more than a month ago, they could not find any trace.

Ji Lang and others who heard this said: ...

It's impossible to find any traces of it. After all, it has been raining for several days in a row. It would be strange if we could find any.

Think about it, this guy is really amazing, he actually found it.

But the question is, once they come here, are they sure they can survive here?

Sa Shida sat on a rock with a carefree look, fanning himself with the big leaves that Guo Qi had picked when he went up the mountain, "No, you're thinking wrong. You came to us because you think we are good-tempered and won't chase you away, or because you think we are easy to bully and you can try to rob us? This damn weather is so hot." As he spoke, he started to complain about the weather again. He felt that in such a hot environment, his temper became worse.

Dashu was silent. He had to admit that he really had the idea of ​​robbing them at the beginning. After all, although he didn't see clearly what the two people with Ye looked like, he thought about it. Ji Lang's group didn't have many people, and three of them had left. The number of people left was less, which was a great advantage for them.

But the bumps and hardships along the way had long worn away his fighting spirit, especially in the past few days, when there was an extreme shortage of water. He just wanted to find a place with water to settle down. As long as he was given water, he would be willing to be a slave.

After a moment of silence, as if making up some kind of decision, the tree spoke, its voice even hoarser than before, "We can leave, but can we let them stay?" He pointed at the children and women huddled under the tree, sighed, and lifted the leaves covering his eyes, "I and these injured people and the old guys will follow our hunters. We will live one day at a time, but the children should not suffer this. There are not many women in your tribe, so you can leave them to have children in the future."

His eyes, which had been covered all this time, were rotten. One could only see the inflamed red flesh and the flowing yellow pus. It was impossible to tell that it was an eye. Ji Lang took a quick look and quickly turned his eyes away. Even though he was used to seeing knives and blood, he still felt a little uncomfortable at that moment. No wonder there was a faint stench in the air. It turned out that not only the injured people, but even the big tree closest to them was so badly injured.

Sa Shi glanced over, with a trace of pity on his face, and turned his head to look at the lake surface which was much lower than before, "Ah... where are you going?"

The tree laughed dryly, "Why don't you just stay here? We have run all over the surrounding area, and only the water source here has not dried up."

......

It's a nice idea, but it sounds a bit like what the noisy chief of the Big Tree Tribe would say.

This was no small matter. Ji Lang counted the people from the Big Tree Tribe and found that there were 22 of them, big and small. Even though they all looked very thin, even if each of them ate a mouthful of rice, the whole pot of rice would barely be enough, not to mention that it would be completely useless if they only ate one mouthful.

Another thing is that even if the whole family is busy watering the potatoes, pumpkins, and corns planted in the field every day, the plants will wilt every day under such scorching sun, and the fruits they produce will definitely be affected. This is still the best case scenario. The potatoes and peppers in the field bloomed a few days ago. When Ji Lang went to see, he didn't know whether it was too hot or for other reasons, but he didn't see any butterflies or bees. He had no choice but to take a small brush made of dogtail grass and do artificial pollination.

I don’t know if it will succeed.

However, this was also an opportunity. Their tribe was short of people, and no matter whether they were men, women, children or the elderly, they could always be used. Ji Lang glanced at Qing Jiu, who was sitting under a tree, staring at the ground, not knowing what he was thinking.

Noticing Ji Lang's gaze, he looked up and waved. Ji Lang moved over, sat beside him and fanned the two of them.

Quite comfortable.

After all, at this moment they were not worried at all about what the people from the Big Tree Tribe could do. They were all busy cooking. They took two flints and struck them for a long time before they lit the fire. The wild vegetables on the fire were probably not even hot yet, but a skinny woman divided them into several portions and put them in leaves, and gave them to the wounded. The wounded pushed the vegetables here and there, and finally these wild vegetables fell into the hands of a few children.

The children were chewing with great effort. A few wounded soldiers nearby moved away while swallowing their saliva. Another one went to the water's edge, scooped some water with the shell of some unknown fruit, and quickly drank it down his stomach.

Ji Lang sighed slightly in his heart, looked at Qing Jiu, and said nothing.

"Want to keep them?" Qing Jiu spoke first.

Ji Lang whispered back, "Yes, we need manpower." He looked at the old men, whose hair and beards were gray. If some of them had beards and some did not, he would not be able to tell the difference between men and women. There were also those who used some leaves to wrap their wounds, and who did not take it seriously even though they were bleeding. "It is difficult for them to survive."

He despised himself in his heart. He had clearly read a certain science fiction novel before, which always said, "In troubled times, kill the saint first!"

But when it really came to this moment, he couldn't even ignore these people, even though these people had nothing to do with them.

The big tree is in that condition, and there are other injured people. If their wounds are not cleaned and nutrition is not replenished in time, they probably won’t live long.