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

A group of people were let in, with expressions of surprise on their faces, even more exaggerated than those few little brats just now.

This... They tried their best but couldn't catch a single goat, and there they were, standing in a row under the tree.

After Qing Jiu came out, Da Shu had not yet had time to put away the expression on his face. When he saw Ji Lang coming out with him, he looked a little embarrassed.

Qing Jiu spoke first, "Do you have anything else to do?" Qing Jiu was not surprised at all that they came to his door. After all, the grass on the bright path that spread up from the bottom of the mountain had been dug up cleanly.

The big tree scratched its head and said, "We would like to join your tribe, is that okay?" As if worried about being rejected, it immediately added hastily, "We will collect and hunt well. Don't look at us like this, we are actually very good at digging traps and making traps. No rabbit can escape from our traps." Of course, very few rabbits can step into them, so he didn't dare to say this.

"..."

Is there any need for you to hunt the rabbits? We have a cage of rabbits now.

It seemed that Jilang's disdain was too obvious, so Dashu continued, "We will no longer belong to the Dashu tribe, but to your tribe. We can also collect firewood and find wild vegetables. I know many kinds of delicious plant roots that you may not have eaten before."

Oh you big head ghost.

Ji Lang felt that Dashu's words were irritating.

Even if the words come out of his mouth, it makes people feel like he deserves a beating.

Seeing that he was going to continue to brag, Qing Jiu quickly said, "You can join, but we also have conditions."

Da Shu nodded quickly, "Chief, you say."

Qing Jiu: "..."

Ji Lang: "..."

The amount of silence I experienced on this day is comparable to that in a normal month.

The other people around Dashu immediately looked at him and said, "No, Chief, your identity change is too fast."

Dashu: Without blushing or beating his heart, he looked at Qingjiu eagerly, waiting for him to speak.

If it weren't for the wrong scene and time, Ji Lang would have laughed out loud. This guy is really funny.

Qing Jiu wanted to hold his forehead, pinched his aching temple, and said, "You have to dig the cave and yard you live in by yourselves. We will tell you how to dig, and you have to dig more, because there are other people who will come to live here together."

Dashu immediately patted his chest and agreed, "No problem, I'm the best at digging caves." He was very confident.

Of course, this confidence immediately deflated like a deflated balloon after seeing the neatly arranged cave dwellings in the inner courtyard and what was inside the cave dwellings.

It’s still porridge. This group of people eat more than the refugees.

The pottery kiln was licked so brightly that Ji Lang felt that he would never use it again.

Not to mention Ji Lang, even Li, who usually cherished these items, was disgusted and asked them to take all the used pottery bowls with them so that they could use them for drinking water and eating in the future.

A group of people looked happy as if they had gotten a great bargain. This is pottery!

They had only seen it in the hands of people who came to the tribe to exchange things before, but they didn't expect that now they would not only see it and use it, but also own one themselves.

Ji Lang took out the white wine and medicine box, placed them on the moisture-proof mat in the yard, and called these happy people over.

Recently, everyone has learned a lot from Ji Lang about how to clean wounds, how to disinfect, how to apply medicine, and how to bandage. Now almost everyone has joined in, and soon, shouts were heard one after another in the yard.

It's like killing a pig.

Especially Dashu, there was pus in his eyes that needed to be squeezed out, but as soon as Xishi started, he twitched in pain and shouted, "Let me go, let me go, I still want to return to the Dashu tribe to be the chief, help me..."

Originally thinking that his child had suffered, Dashu's Am was somewhat distressed and looked at him with great concern.

But after listening to Dashu's cry for a while, he swiftly walked to the door of the woodshed, picked up a wooden stick, stuffed it into Dashu's mouth, and made him bite it.

The world finally quieted down.

After treating the wounded, not to mention them, even the people watching were all sweating. These people were really enduring. Some of them had wounds that were in a terrible state, and some even had half of their feet missing, yet they still tied their straw sandals around their feet and went hunting as if nothing had happened.

To be on the safe side, everyone checked on the others who said they were not injured, and only calmed down after making sure that nothing was wrong.

After finishing all these, they started to set up sheds and tents in the yard. There were too many people and there were not enough caves for them to live in, so Ji Lang turned over the previous tents and set up four or five of them in the yard, allowing them to arrange their own accommodation.

These people need to rest. During the day, the sun is too strong and they can easily get burned even in the tent. So they put a layer of tarpaulin on the tent to be safer.

Ji Lang always felt that the people from the Taoli tribe were very hardworking.

Unexpectedly, the people from the Big Tree Tribe were even more outrageous.

He is simply the "King of Rolls".

In the warm season, the sun rises early. Ji Lang has calculated that according to the previous time, it is basically dawn before 5:30, and everyone gets up at this time.

But on the morning of the second day when the people from the Big Tree Tribe arrived here, Ji Lang was woken up by the noise outside. He thought he had overslept, so he opened his eyes and it was dark. He thought he was not awake yet, so he waited for a while before opening his eyes again. He habitually reached out to touch the side and found Qing Jiu who was still lying next to him and was also woken up.

"You continue sleeping. I'll go outside to see what's going on." Qing Jiu got up quickly. He didn't have the habit of staying in bed. He got up as soon as he said he would. Ji Lang, a lazy bum, would always be impressed by his speed.

Qing Jiu came out with a flashlight. There was no light outside and it was still early before dawn.

A group of people from the Big Tree Tribe are busy.

"What's wrong with you?" Qing Jiu asked.

Dashu came out of the tent, one of his eyes was bandaged and he was covering the other eye with his hand. He was very curious about the dazzling and shining thing in Qingjiu's hand. "Let's go collect firewood and wild vegetables." It would be too hot when the sun comes out.

Qing Jiu, "Can you see it if I go out so early?"

Dashu: "It's okay. It will be light when we get to the foot of the mountain. We will be able to see it then."

Several people were already walking out, and Qing Jiu quickly stopped them, "We have a lot of firewood and wild vegetables, we can share some with you, you should rest well for the next two days, we still have work to do later."

Digging caves is a physically demanding and dangerous job, and he doesn't want these people to do this with their injured and tired bodies.

After much persuasion, the group finally calmed down.

Instead of collecting firewood or looking for wild vegetables, I will clean up the outer yard for them.

Qing Jiu:......

It's up to you.

He had never slept much to begin with, and now he was no longer sleepy, so he simply went to the kitchen to light the fire and boil some water.

Last night Li and Lan made two bowls of flour and bean flour, preparing to steam buns for today.

More than twenty new people joined the family, and each of them was given a steamed bun, so the whole pot of steamed buns was gone.

Qing Jiu still felt a little stressed when he thought about it. If it was like the last warm season, when there were endless wild vegetables and mushrooms to pick outside, there would be no need to worry. But now, the sun is shining and the climate is dry. Not to mention mushrooms, there are not many weeds left alive. The food in the fields does not grow well even with frequent watering, not to mention the food grown in the wild.

Qingjiu was busy in the kitchen for a while. The sky was getting brighter. Lan walked into the kitchen and was surprised to see Qingjiu.

But looking at the people jumping around and busying in the yard, Lan understood what was going on.

Put on an apron and go knead the dough.

Ji Lang took a nap for a long time. When he woke up, everyone else had finished their meal.

The injured, the elderly and the children were resting in the yard. Qingjiu took the others to see the specific location where the cave was to be dug. Guoqi took the remaining few people and pulled the carts to the lakeside and the foot of the mountain to fetch soil. To dig the cave, they would need to burn bricks later. The yellow mud could be dug out, but they had to dig the black mud and green mud themselves and transport them back.

These things will have to be done by the people of the Dashu tribe themselves later, so let them familiarize themselves with them in the next few days.

After dinner, Ji Lang checked the hoes and shovels needed for digging. He did not plan to use the recently refined iron tools for Dashu and the others, so he used the modified wood and engineer shovels.

Dashu and his friends adapted quickly, and he really didn't lie. In the evening, he took a few people out for a while. When he came back, he not only carried a few bundles of firewood, but also a whole basket of white roots. No one knew what they were, and Ji Lang didn't recognize them, but Dashu said that they tasted good when cooked.

"Your weapon is so easy to use. It took me a long time to dig this white root before. But with your iron...iron...yes, shovel, I can dig a big hole quickly and it saves effort." The big tree said with envy. He used to think that his tribe had a tree god and was blessed by both the tree god and the crane god. Now he finally understood what true blessing was. Other people's weapons, the strange things that could glow in the dark, and all kinds of food, all opened his eyes.

I dare not imagine how happy he would be if his tribe had such weapons in the past.

Of course, I am very happy now.

The big tree's way of processing food is very simple. The wild vegetables it picks are roasted over the fire. When they are cooked, they are sprinkled with coarse salt and eaten directly. The white roots are buried in the fire, waiting to be cooked.

Ji Lang sniffed and smelled a burnt smell. He pointed at the fire and asked the tree, "The white roots inside are burnt. Aren't you going to take them out?"

Dashu quickly put down the leaves in his hand and waved his hands, "No, no, we are just getting started. This thing is very difficult to cook and will take a long time to cook. Don't worry, it's only the outside that's burnt, and it's still edible even if it's burnt."

After taking a suspicious look, Ji Lang found that the man had a frank face. He then felt relieved. It was not that he was suspicious, but Dashu was often unreliable.

Unfortunately, Ji Lang was too reassured too soon. It was indeed edible, but only the peanut-sized core in the middle of the fist-sized white root was still white, and the rest had been burnt into charcoal slag.

"Oh, oh, I forgot. It burned for too long." The big tree looked at the white roots that were broken into two halves in front of him. They were black and he felt a little depressed.

Then the remaining half basket of white roots was ruthlessly taken away by Ji Lang.

Since it can be eaten after being cooked, it can probably be eaten steamed or boiled. Let’s try it when we get back.

After resting for a few days, the whole group became busy. Every day they carried hoes to dig the soil nearby, and carried two buckets of water when they left. They did not come back at noon, but went outside to look for wild vegetables and white roots to eat. The women followed them, and since they could not do the heavy work, they helped nearby. The elderly and children collected edible things on the mountain.

There is no need to make any arrangements, after all, they have come this way all the way.

The yard they dug was big because there were many people living there, not only the people from the Dashu tribe, but also those from the Snow Mountain tribe who would live here when Zhou and Xiaoying came with them. Even if there were four or five people living in one house, they would have to dig a lot of caves.

The sky is still hot and the water flow in the pipe seems to have slowed down again. Ji Lang has not checked the well more than once a day recently. He wishes he could check it every half a day. Many of the crops and flowers in the fields have fallen off due to the sun. Every time Ji Lang and Xi Shi stood at the edge of the field and looked at the crops, they would sigh at the same time and wish they could run over to stick on the fallen flowers.

The natural shedding after the results is completely different from the one that is obviously sunburned.

It is becoming increasingly difficult to dig wild vegetables, so Li, Lan and their friends now start to dig white roots from the big trees when they go out.

The half basket of white roots was boiled in a pot by Li. When it came out of the pot, it was like blanched tomatoes. The skin fell off easily when pulled. It tasted a bit soft and slightly sweet, like softened potatoes.

Everybody likes to eat it.

Especially for Sa Shi’s two little ones, their teeth haven’t grown in yet, so it’s difficult for them to eat other things. This white root is just right for them. The two little guys can eat it, and they need a little bit of white sugar before eating it. Fearing that they would get cavities, Ji Lang didn’t dare to give them too much, just a little bit each time, but they were very happy eating it.

Xiaoman sometimes stood by and watched. He also liked sweet things, but his father didn't let him eat them much recently because he always had toothaches. Ji Lang thought he might have cavities, but after letting Xiaoman open his mouth several times, he couldn't make out anything. However, he had heard before that children's cavities are likely to spread from the inside out.

Fortunately, Xiaoman is sensible and listens to Ji Lang. She won't eat if he tells her not to. But she still stares at others with envy every time she sees them eating candy.

Ji Lang saw it several times, and each time he could only turn his head and look away.

Out of sight is pure.

Several children from the Dashu tribe would occasionally receive candies from Ji Lang. The two older children, Xiaopang and Xiaofang, would often follow the adults out to collect candies. Xiaoyuan and Xingxing were relatively young, and most of the time they would follow and dig the soil nearby. Occasionally they would stay in the yard and play with Xiaoman and the others. The two children were sensible and cute, especially Xingxing, who was still a little girl. She spoke in a sweet and soft voice, and every time she did so, Ji Lang's heart would flutter.

Every time he couldn't help but play with her for a while and would give the little girl more candy.

Xiaoman got upset several times because of this.

Fortunately, Ji Lang always finds out and can make the children happy with just a few words.

Dashu's group of people are numerous and hardworking. The yard was dug in less than half a month. They ate well and slept well in the past half month. They gained weight visibly. They were no longer the skinny and creepy-looking people they were when they first came here.

At first, he was a little reluctant, but after eating a few meals, he was happy every day, and was completely different from before.