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

Chapter 142 Rainy Season Again 1

Ji Lang returned to the yard and rushed directly into the house of Li and Uncle Lin. Uncle Lin went outside to chop firewood, and Aunt Li was tidying up her quilt and clothes. After all, it was daybreak, and she had to change into thick clothes and quilts.

"Xiao Lang, why are you here?" Li asked him.

Ji Lang quickly told his plan, "Let's hurry up and light some stoves in the next two days. Qing Jiu and I just went to see that they still cook directly over the fire, which is definitely not possible in the cold season."

"Oh, you are talking about this. I have already fired it a long time ago. Have you not been in the pottery kiln recently? I have been inside it all the time. I fired a lot of pottery when I was practicing with A Yue and the others." Li said.

Ji Lang indeed hasn't been in there recently. Ever since they started smoking the bacon, the place has been filled with smoke every day, and the tools Ji Lang usually uses are all outside, so he hasn't gone in there very often.

Ji Lang, "Aunt Li, you are so foresighted. Otherwise, it would be a bit too early to burn it now."

In the afternoon, Qingjiu went to find several leaders of the neighboring yard and talked about this matter. It was not free. They needed to take some things from each cave to exchange them. Food and daily necessities would be fine. If they were really worried that they would not have enough, they could owe them first and make up for it later.

These people were very efficient. After a while, one person came out from each cave with things to replace the stove.

However, this thing could not be used directly after they took it back, so Qing Jiu and Guo Qi spent some time explaining to them how to install and use it.

Within two days, Dashu came to Jilang to flatter him and said, "Priest, how did you make such a wonderful furnace?"

"It was burned. How could I have made it up with a magic trick?" Ji Lang was still busy with his work and didn't have the patience to talk nonsense with him.

"Hey, priest, you know that's not what I meant. How did you come up with this idea? What's wrong with your brain?" Dashu was very tactless at the moment and had to ask.

Ji Lang stopped, crossed his arms, took a deep breath, and looked at the tree. "What do you want to say?"

Dashu rubbed his hands and said, "It's that stove. Can I have an extra one? No, no, no, change it." For some reason, when Ji Lang saw his action, he couldn't help but think of a fly rubbing its legs. They were really similar.

"Why do you want one more?" Ji Lang was a little confused.

Dashu sighed, and began to speak with a rare sense of embarrassment.

It turned out that he wanted to change one for his own am. His am was older and had a poor appetite, so she couldn't eat barbecue. He usually had to grind the rice cooked in the cave before giving it to his am, but this was troublesome. He wanted to change another one, even a smaller one, so that his am could cook for him and make it softer and more crumbly so that he could eat it.

Ji Lang didn't expect this to be the reason. This man is really filial.

"Then I have to go see if there are any extra ones." Ji Lang said.

"Priest, do you agree?" Da Shu asked in surprise.

Ji Lang looked back at him and asked curiously, "Why don't you disagree with this? It would be fine if you can bring something in exchange."

The two entered the pottery kiln and looked for a long time. They actually saw a smaller stove in the corner. However, there were so many things in the kiln, and they were piled up in a mess. It was hard to find it without careful observation.

Not sure whether this was a good idea, Ji Lang went to ask Li.

"You are talking about that small stove. Grandma Xue said it was inconvenient to boil medicine there, so I built one for her. But then I forgot about it after I finished using it." Li said.

Ji Lang: "Ah, then I have to ask Grandma Xue if she still wants it."

Li said, "It should be useless. She came over and exchanged the jam for a larger stove. That stove can also be used to boil medicine. Do you want to use this one?"

"I don't need it. It's Dashu who wants to buy a small stove for his mother to cook." Ji Lang said, "So I gave it to him. His mother has bad teeth, so the food she cooks needs to be softer. With this, she can cook by herself."

Ji Lang came out of the house and motioned to Da Shu, "Take it."

"Okay, okay, thank you so much, priest. I'll bring you some dried white roots that my mother has dried. You can cook it and eat it as a meal or as a snack. It's delicious." Dashu picked up the stove swiftly and left without looking back.

Jilang: ...

What do you mean? Are you afraid that I will regret it?

But he was right. The dried white root was indeed delicious, a bit like the dried sweet potato that Jilang had eaten before. They were all cooked and then sliced ​​and dried. They were sweet and sticky and a great snack.

The wind had been blowing for only two days when it quietly rained at night. When Ji Lang woke up, he felt a little cold. He rolled around on the kang twice wrapped in a thin quilt. He smelled the unique fishy smell after the rain and realized that it had rained last night.

I took a look at the shelf and saw the thick clothes that I had taken out for Xiaoman to wear when the weather got cold were still there.

He was lazy and didn't want to move, so he just yelled on the kang, "Xiao Man! Son! Are you cold? Do you want to wear thick clothes?"

My original thought was that it would be best if I could call him over, but if I couldn't, I would wait for him to get up and go out to look for him.

Before he could even yell, Xiaoman came running in, "Father, are you awake?"

"It's raining outside. What are you doing outside?" Ji Lang half-lay on the kang and reached out to randomly brush his wet hair.

"We are playing in the pool. Dad, these rain boots are great. Our feet won't get wet even if we step into the water." He stretched out his short legs to show Ji Lang. Ji Lang couldn't see from where he was lying, so he could only move forward.

These rain boots are also made of animal skins, and the soles are brushed by Jilang. During the rainy season, these people are not idle every day, they still have to go out or do work at home, so having rain boots is convenient.

Lan followed Ah Hua and the others to make some for the adults, and used the remaining materials to make a pair for the kids.

Seeing his happy little face flushed with joy, Ji Lang also felt happy and stretched out his hand to pinch his little arm, "Why don't you wear a thick coat? Be careful not to get sick if you get caught in the rain."

After he said that, he stood up and walked over to the shelf to take down Xiaoman's blue jacket, which was made from his windbreaker and was waterproof.

Xiaoman cooperated by taking off the small jacket she was wearing in a few moves and quickly put it on.

"It's so fun." He shook his little arms, and the friction of the fabric made a rustling sound.

Ji Lang couldn't help it and pinched his red face, "Are your legs cold?"

Xiaoman shook his head and said, "It's not cold." He had just been running and jumping outside, and now he was actually a little hot, not cold at all.

Ji Lang sat up and relaxed for a while. He felt that he was not as cold as when he just woke up. The pants the child was wearing were also thick, so he felt relieved.

When the seasons change, both children and adults are prone to getting sick. Especially here, if you get sick, you basically have to endure it and drink unpalatable herbal medicines, so it’s better to be careful.

"Okay, go out and play, and tell your friends to put on thick clothes." Ji Lang reminded.

Xiaoman responded with two “hmm” sounds, “Father, you should hurry up and eat too. The salted duck eggs you pickled last time are ready to eat. I just ate half of one. They are salty and fragrant.”

It tastes delicious with meat porridge.

Upon hearing this, Ji Lang was no longer sleepy. He had made salted duck eggs once before, and almost half of them were rotten, which made him very sad. So the next time he made them, he was very careful and meticulous, for fear of damaging them.

Fortunately, this time I was successful. The five or six shells that I cut in the morning were all in good condition. The egg yolk was juicy and the color looked good. They made me hungry just by looking at them.

Ji Lang took two bites and found the food very appetizing. He was very satisfied and felt that he was becoming more and more capable. If it were in the old society, he could have opened a grocery store that only sold handmade products with his skills.

"What are you busy with?" Ji Lang asked the two people standing at the kitchen door.

Ye looked back at him in the room and said, "We plan to grind all the dried chilies into chili powder before they get damp."

"By the way, add some of both coarse and fine food. The coarse chili flour and chili oil that Xiao Lang taught us last time is really delicious. Guo Qi likes to put chili and two slices of bacon on the steamed buns every time he goes out. He can eat three big steamed buns like this by himself." Lan laughed after she finished speaking. He really can eat a lot. A few big steamed buns are just to fill his stomach. He has to eat a lot more after coming back from hunting.

They took down the peppers hanging outside the kitchen and took them to the pottery kiln next door to clean them up. After hanging outside for so long, exposed to the wind and sun, there would definitely be some dust on them, so they had to be cleaned first and then crushed.

The rain had stopped by now. Ji Lang went out for a walk in the outer courtyard. Only A Zhou and Xiao Ying were working in the sheep pen. Qing Jiu and the others were not there. They must have gone out.

It was wet and slippery outside on rainy days, but they were not afraid of anything happening.

If Ji Lang had known that he was just thinking like that and something bad would happen, he would definitely have thought of something better.

It started drizzling again in the afternoon. The ducks seemed to like this kind of weather very much. They quacked in the yard and walked slowly, swaying their necks back and forth as if they were dancing. It was quite fun.

He thought it was getting late and he would have to kill prey in the yard when he came back, so he took a bamboo pole and drove the ducks into the house.

The duck was disobedient and was being chased by Ji Lang until it was sweating profusely. It was standing by the bamboo wall, looking outside and catching its breath when there was a knock on the door.

"Who?" Ji Lang shouted.

Xishi also shouted outside, "It's me, Xishi!" He didn't know why he was shouting, but since Jilang shouted, he shouted too.

"Why are you the only one back?" Ji Lang felt a little strange, and there was not even any prey, which was very abnormal.

"Hey, don't mention it. A hunter got greedy and shot at a stag that was not his target. He was pushed down the hillside and was seriously injured. I and a few other hunters sent him back first. I just found Grandma Xue to see him." He walked in a hurry and was still panting. "Grandma Xue said she had run out of gauze. You said you would send it to her last time, but you haven't sent it yet. You asked me to come back and get some."

"Oh, yes, that's right. All the ones I drew recently are placed in the house. I'll go get them." After saying that, Ji Lang quickly trotted into the yard.

These hunters usually act as if they don't care about their lives. Last time, Guo Qi was scratched by something outside. There was a wound as big as a palm on his calf, and the flesh inside was almost exposed. He actually thought it was no big deal and just wrapped it with fur. However, Ji Lang couldn't bear to see it anymore, so he asked Lan to take care of it, disinfect it and bandage it.

So when he heard Xishi say that the condition was quite serious, he did not dare to waste any time. He took the gauze and followed Xishi to the next yard.

But when he looked at the injured person, hey, it was an acquaintance. Wasn’t this Amu who had come to him to “decide the lawsuit” before?

But when I think about it, the young man was gesticulating and looking indignant while he was talking, and he really didn't look very stable.

But logically speaking, these people shouldn't do this. Even if they are not stable, they can't take such a risk. After all, they have enough food and drink now, and it is the rainy season. They have already caught the prey and stored the meat.

He had his eyes closed at the moment, his face was pale, blood was oozing from the corners of his mouth, his wet hair was stuck to his face, his cheeks and hair were covered in mud, and he looked a little disheveled.

"How is he?" Ji Lang asked Grandma Xue who was busy squatting beside Amu.

"It's not very good. There are broken bones in the shoulder. They need to be cut open and taken out. The left calf is also broken, and the head was hit. I don't know if there are any internal injuries." Grandma Xue sighed. If it was just an external injury, it would be fine after some rest. But if the injury was internal, there would be really no way to deal with it and she could only leave it to fate.

What Grandma Xue didn't say was that the man's shoulder must have hit a rock when he rolled down the mountain, and it must have happened more than once. One of his shoulders was slightly collapsed when he moved it back.

It was not possible to have so many people around during surgery, so Ji Lang drove away the group of people who were surrounding him, took a mat and moved the patient to the doorway.

Grandma Xue brought out the stove, lit the fire, and boiled a pot of water on it. Xiao Liu helped her beside her. She only hoped that Amu's shoulder injury was not too serious, otherwise she would be helpless.

Ji Lang also came to help her. He was no longer surprised by such scenes. When he had just picked up Qingjiu and Xiaoman and treated Qingjiu's wound, his hands were shaking. Now, apart from the uncomfortable smell of blood, everything else was fine.

Amu was going to have surgery soon, and there was no anesthesia, so he would suffer a lot. Ji Lang stuffed a clean towel into his mouth and made him scream, or bite his tongue when it hurt.

As we were getting ready, Xiaoshu suddenly ran over from the yard. Her hair was loose and completely wet, so she wrapped it in an animal skin. It was not easy to take a bath when the weather was cold, and it was rare that it was raining today, and the stove had just been replaced, so she boiled water in the cave to wash herself.

As soon as she put her head into the water, A Yue came in and told her that A Mu was injured.

Look, he came here in a hurry. Although he didn't plan to become Amu's partner, they grew up together and had some affection for each other. When he heard that he was injured, Xiaoshu was worried.