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

Chapter 138: Windy Season 2

When Ji Lang got up early in the morning, Qing Jiu and the others had already set out. After the weather got cooler, Ji Lang started to get lazy again, and his exercise was intermittent. Although he got up late today, Ji Lang still ran around in the outer courtyard and did some basic exercises.

When the little flatterer Man saw Ji Lang coming in from the doorway, he immediately picked up the water cup that had been placed at his feet, stood up from the threshold, and ran to Ji Lang, "Father, drink some water."

Ji Lang raised his eyebrows. This little guy was being too attentive for no reason. He didn't know what he was up to. He took it and, as he was indeed a little thirsty, he gulped down two gulps.

"Why didn't you follow Wu and the others to collect wild vegetables? Is there something wrong?" Ji Lang helped him tidy up his messy collar. The weather has been getting cooler recently, so the little guy has been wearing two layers of clothes, and as a result, his hat was always crookedly squeezed into his collar.

The little guy hummed for a while before saying, "Father, I want to eat a piece of dried mango."

The mangoes we had last time were cut and dried the next day. The dried fresh mangoes were a bit hard and woody. After eating a few slices, Jilang felt that they were not that tasty, so he put away the ones that were given to him.

Xiaoman, on the other hand, really likes to eat it. His teeth haven't grown in yet, and his tooth roots are rather fragile. Ji Lang saw that he would always take out a piece from the shelf under the rack and eat it with great effort for a long time. He was worried that his teeth would be damaged, so he put it on the top shelf.

Xiaoman hadn't eaten it for a few days and was so greedy that she came to Jilang to ask for it.

Although he was greedy, most of the time he would eat whatever was available and would not come to ask for food in such a pitiful manner. Ji Lang could not bear to see him like this, so he surrendered immediately.

After entering the house, I picked out a large piece for him and said, "Be careful when you eat it, don't tear your teeth."

"Yeah." The little guy responded while holding the dried mango.

He likes this very much, it is sweet and chewy, just like his appetite.

Ji Lang went into the kitchen to have breakfast, and Xiaoman sat on the kitchen threshold and ate some dried mangoes.

There was mutton soup in the pot, and two plates of shredded ice and chopped wild onions were placed on the chopping board. Ji Lang served himself a bowl, soaked some bread in it, drank two sips happily, and shouted to the outside, "Son, do you want to eat some more?"

"No more eating. I'm full." Xiaoman said.

Sa Shi, who just came in from the doorway, laughed at him, "Are you really full or just pretending to be full? Why do you keep eating even though you are full?"

She always teased Xiaoman, but Xiaoman just snorted, changed direction and continued eating his dried mangoes.

"Didn't you go out?" Ji Lang asked Sa Shi who came in after lifting the curtain.

Sa Shi scooped up a bucket of water, drank two sips, wiped his mouth and said, "No, I went to get a cart of noodles and fruits. I'm so thirsty. I need to bring a bottle of water later. Do you still have plastic bottles? Give me two."

"Oh, go get them in my room. There are quite a few on the shelf." They would occasionally bring a bottle of water when they went out, so Ji Lang washed out some bottles for them to use.

Sa Shi agreed and asked him, "Are you going to follow us later?" In the last reincarnation, they were few in number and did not need to collect so many noodles.

Normally, they would take time out to go out and collect fruits after coming back from hunting, but in this cycle, with so many people, the more food the better. Dashu brought a large group of people and shuttled between the fruit forest and the tribe every day.

Sa Shi would often go with them. After she became an Am, she went out hunting less often because she was not very confident about her two cubs. Although they were together every day, it was very annoying to take them with her. She wished that the two little brats could sleep all day to avoid their noise giving her a headache. But if she really went out and didn't see them for the whole day, the first thing she would do when she came back was to run into the house to see the two little guys, Tao An and Tao Rong.

She just saw the two little ones chasing ducks in the outer yard, so she came in to drink water.

"Okay, I'll go and help too." Ji Lang drank the soup in the bowl in two gulps, then followed Sa Shi to get two bottles of mineral water and went out.

After going back and forth these days, the road has been flattened and is no longer difficult to walk on. However, the toes still hurt when going down the mountain. Ji Lang looked at the straw sandals on Dashu and the others' feet, which were already falling apart, and suddenly understood why they had to wear straw sandals to run up and down the mountain in such cold weather.

After the weather turned cold, Lan and a few other women started a new job, which was to make shoes for others. Shoes were not as easy to make as clothes, and the sizes of shoes worn by each person varied greatly.

Ji Lang gave Lan and the others some advice and had many different shoe sizes made. If anyone needed to change their shoes, they could come and ask if there were suitable ones. If there were really no suitable ones, Ji Lang would have them custom-made for them.

However, these people didn't wear their shoes much after they changed them and planned to keep them for the cold season.

A group of people arrived at the noodle forest and picked up all the noodle fruits that were blown down from the outside. Now they had to walk into the forest for a while.

The big tree approached Ji Lang in a mean way and said, "Priest, you have to be careful. The wind is so strong. If the noodles are blown down and hit your head, you will probably get a bloody head. In serious cases, you may even lose your life."

Ji Lang nudged him speechlessly with his elbow, "Shut up your crow mouth."

Dashu didn't know what a crow's mouth was, but he knew it was not a good thing to say. He had practiced to be thick-skinned to perfection and continued to chatter next to Ji Lang, "We have never seen such a large flour fruit forest. You don't know, when we were in the Dashu tribe, those flour fruit trees were rare and we had to protect them when we saw them. Only when we got here did we realize that the flour fruit forest could be so large that you couldn't even see the end. Priest, you are not really a mountain god, or the son of a mountain god." He became more and more excited as he spoke, and felt that what he said made sense. Even the people next to him nodded.

"If I were the mountain god, I would first teach you a lesson for being such a nonsense talker." Ji Lang said coldly.

The big tree shrank its neck and arrived at the place. It said, "Priest, I'm going to pick up some fruits," and ran away quickly.

They were very fast and in a short while, the bamboo baskets they carried and several carts were all filled.

There were dried mushrooms under the fruit trees, and they did not miss them. They took out the animal skin bags they carried with them and started picking mushrooms. Ji Lang also followed them and got to know several kinds of mushrooms and wild vegetables that he had never seen before.

"Priest, look at this. It looks like it's covered with a net. It's delicious whether it's fresh or dried. It's delicious in stews."

"This kind of thing looks messy and tastes crunchy, but unfortunately it breaks into pieces when you squeeze it after it's dried, so it's not delicious."

"and this……"

Ah Yang has been following Ji Lang and telling him about the mushrooms that can be picked up and eaten. Ji Lang listened very carefully. He didn't expect that Ah Yang, who looks young, knows so many types of mushrooms.

To be honest, Ji Lang had seen many mushrooms on the Internet or in the mountains before, but he was a layman after all, and had never seen many of them himself. Moreover, the mushrooms here must be different from those in the previous world, so he didn't dare to pick them casually.

This thing poisoning is no joke, he still values ​​his life very much.

With A Yang's help, Ji Lang quickly filled a bag.

After three or four trips that day, Jilang harvested several large bags of mushrooms.

The hunting team didn't get much today. They only shot a few wild yellow cattle that came to the stream to drink water. They were all fat and strong. The hunting team members were very happy when they came back.

Ji Lang was squatting in front of the sink washing the mushrooms he had brought back. After washing them, he hung them up and waited for two days for them to be completely dry.

When I saw the big yellow cattle being carried back, my first reaction was that it was great to have an old yellow cattle for plowing the fields. However, after asking Qingjiu, I learned that this kind of wild yellow cattle has a stubborn temperament. Even if there is a conflict between the wild yellow cattle in the group, they will fight to the death and are difficult to tame, so I gave up.

Besides, the cows that were brought back had already died, so there was no way to keep them even if we wanted to.

"Don't think about it. If you want to raise it, I'll catch you another kind of wild buffalo. It has a gentle temperament and may be used as the working ox you mentioned." Qing Jiu said.

Ji Lang nodded, "It's okay, I'm just asking, take your time, this kind of thing can't be rushed."

"Go to the next yard and set up the pot and fire. We will slaughter these cows later. It's still early and we still have time to clean up." Qing Jiu made arrangements for the few people following him.

Several people agreed.

The yard next door is big and has plenty of space, so the wild animals hunted are now slaughtered in the yard next door. Now they have coordinated perfectly, some are boiling water, some are skinning, some are dividing the meat, some are washing, and some are cooking.

Each person gets a large piece of the cows, and now that there are more people, they don't use all of their internal organs to worship the mountain gods. Instead, they pick out the leftovers that are inedible and bury them.

Ji Lang was very confused and went to ask Li why he was so stingy with the mountain god, only giving him some bones and internal organs. Wouldn't the mountain god blame him?

Li smiled and said, "The mountain god doesn't eat these wild animals. He just needs someone to think about him. He doesn't care about us offering him sacrifices or anything like that."

So that's the truth. Ji Lang can understand it after thinking about it. He doesn't know whether this mountain god really exists or not, so maybe worshipping him like this is just a psychological comfort.

Li actually didn't explain it very clearly to Ji Lang. She knew that Ji Lang didn't really believe in the existence of the mountain god. But to "natives" like them, the mountain god could be a breeze in the mountain stream, a drop of dew on a flower, or a bird flying through the woods. In short, he could be everything, and everything could be him.

They always think about the mountain god, and the mountain god may stop for them for a while and give them the "mountain god's gift."

Knowing that Jilang likes to eat beef jerky, the beef, leaves and gravel that were given to him were marinated and then baked in an earthen oven into jerky.

Some are added with salt and other seasonings, and some are added with chili powder and hemp fruit. This kind of beef is covered with chili grains and small hemp fruit particles after being roasted. It tastes spicy and numb, very satisfying and chewy. Jilang can eat one beef strip for a whole day.

He and his son Xiaoman, he ate beef jerky and Xiaoman ate dried mangoes. The two of them, big and small, often sat on the threshold of the cave, enjoying their snacks.

Both of them often had sore cheeks from eating so much.

For this reason, Qingjiu directly stopped the two of them from having snacks, including beef jerky and dried mangoes, and no one was allowed to eat them.

Everyone is busy during the windy season. The hunting team goes out hunting, and then they have to slaughter and pickle the animals when they come back. The gathering team also goes out many times a day. Even Lan and Ahua become exceptionally busy. When the hunters have enough furs and want to make clothes or quilts, but they don't know how to do it themselves, they come to them, give them some benefits, and ask them to help.

There were even hunters who brought furs to Jilang to exchange for clothes or quilts, and Jilang exchanged them for them.

He had saved up so many clothes and quilts, and after distributing them to several elderly people, children and women, there were still a lot left. He put them all in the tent in the outer yard. If anyone wanted to exchange them, they could go to Li.

Ji Lang took a few more down jackets and went to the outer courtyard. He had been tidying up his room these past two days and had come up with too many things that needed to be sorted out. Fortunately, there were some that could be given to everyone, so he put them all in the tent for others to change into.

"Priest." Dayan pushed open the door and came in. He had only one arm and was carrying a large basket on his back, with several packed furs tucked under his arm and a bag in his hand.

Ji Lang put down the down jacket in his hand and looked at him with all the bags and said, "What are you doing? Do you want to change the quilt? Just go find Aunt Li."

Dayan nodded, "I know. There is one more thing. We are planning to build kangs in those cave dwellings. We would like to ask the leader to help us check it out. The leader is not here. Please tell him when he comes back."

They had dug out the cave and let it air dry for a few days, then they held a simple ceremony and moved in. They were busy at that time and no one had time to think about this matter. But it has been more than a month since the windy season began, and it may get cold soon. They lived in a kang during the last cold season and felt the benefits of it. If they didn't have it this cold season, he didn't know if everyone could survive.

Although Qing Jiu had taught them how to build a kang before, there were no bricks in the Baiyun tribe at that time, so they built them with stones and mud. They were unfamiliar with the craft, and the mud was difficult to mix in the cold season, so it took them a long time to get it right. Even so, some of the kangs built in the cave dwellings collapsed after just a few days of living in them, so they had to build them solidly this time.

"By the way, how is that old man? Has he not done anything recently?" Ji Lang asked him.

Dayan knew he was talking about Acheng's father, and quickly shook his head, "No, he has been out collecting firewood recently, and his small yard is full of things."

Ji Lang said, "Okay, as long as he doesn't cause any trouble, everything is fine. You should also keep an eye on him and make sure he doesn't freeze or starve to death, otherwise all these things you do will be meaningless."