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

Chapter 133 Make Cake Again

Grandma Xue gave Ji Lang some more instructions and left him some other herbal medicine. If the diarrhea lasted for a long time, it could easily lead to accidents, so he had to take some other medicine to balance it out.

Ji Lang frowned and sniffed. Oh my god, it smelled bitter. What kind of unlucky saint was he chosen by God? He lived with a whole family and he even lived in the same nest with children, but the children were fine, but he was poisoned.

"The leader and the others will be back soon, right?" Grandma Xue asked with a smile as she sat under a tree and looked at the two little guys chasing each other.

Ji Lang also sat down, "It's almost time, do you have anything to do with him?"

Grandma Xue shook her head and said, "Nothing. I just wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to dig some more herbs. It will be difficult to go out after the rainy season comes." The entire cold season is at least 6 to 8 full moons. There are many elderly people and children in the tribe, and it is easy for them to get sick in the cold season.

At this time, she didn't know the benefits of the kang and the use of the stove, and she took it for granted that she would spend the cold season just like before.

Every cold season is a disaster for them. It is okay at the beginning when there is enough food. You can go out for a walk after eating and it won’t be so cold. But later on, the food gradually decreases, and they don’t know when the warm season will come. They dare not eat or run every day. In addition, the firewood is reduced, so many people only dare to burn firewood at night when they go to bed, and they have to endure it during the day. Under such conditions, naturally more people get sick.

It would be fine if they were just sick, but some children and the elderly may even freeze to death and never wake up the next day after sleeping for a night.

So Grandma Xue wanted to prepare more medicine for use during the cold season.

But she didn't say why, so Ji Lang thought she had run out of medicine.

"Then do I still need to soak my magic herb in water to drink?" Ji Lang asked.

Grandma Xue looked at his eyes and mouth again and said, "You need to drink it for two more days. If you don't have stomach upset, it means the toxins have been cleared. Then you don't need to drink it anymore."

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Oh, it looks like the stomach upset will last for two more days. Ji Lang feels hopeless and his butt will suffer for another two days.

His butt had never suffered such pain in Qingjiu's hands.

I think of this person more and more frequently. Why hasn't he come back yet? They are rarely separated for such a long time.

Dashu and his men worked quickly. In just a few days, they had dug out a large cave. Because it was a cave for storing food, they dug it quite deep. Ji Lang walked inside and felt a little chilly as he walked deeper. Such a large cave could probably store a lot of food.

Jilang was very satisfied.

"Priest, we are pretty good at digging holes now, right?" The big tree came up again to take credit.

Ji Lang, "Yes, it's faster than a mouse can dig."

Dashu: "..."

This didn't sound like a compliment at all; he didn't want to compare himself with a mouse.

"By the way, Priest, I heard that you were poisoned? What happened?" asked the big tree.

Ji Lang did not publicize this matter because he did not want to cause panic.

"You are well-informed." Ji Lang glanced at him. He didn't know why, but you might say this guy is not good, and he doesn't seem to have done anything bad. But every time he opened his mouth or when he saw him, he felt that he was mean and indecent.

Dashu chuckled, "Didn't A Yue tell me this? When she was working with Li, she saw you boiling medicine and asked about it. She told me when she came back. But, Priest, don't worry, I know you don't want anyone to know, so I didn't tell anyone." After all, the leader is not here now, and the priest is the reassurance of the tribe. If the news of his poisoning spreads, it might cause panic.

"You are quite clever." Ji Lang could not help but be sarcastic when talking to him, but then he felt that this was not good, so he warned him, "Don't think too much, I am fine now, come to me if you have any problem, you can make the decision on your own for small matters."

Dashu nodded. He was very happy now. He didn't have to worry like he did in the Dashu tribe. He didn't have to worry about not being able to hunt prey or lack of food. He just had to follow orders and occasionally help take care of the few people he brought with him. He had a lot of free time and felt that his health was much better than before.

I've gained weight recently.

"By the way, Priest, can Xiaopang and the other kids learn hunting from your Uncle Lin?" Dashu asked. He had encountered Uncle Lin teaching the kids several times when he went to find Jilang before, and he thought the teaching was very professional. There was no such teaching in the Dashu tribe. They all taught themselves after becoming hunters and learning by themselves or encouraging others to teach themselves.

Ji Lang, "Sure, let them learn arithmetic from me."

When I came in just now, I seemed to see a few children playing around Damao. Sometimes when they went to play next door, Ji Lang would pull them to learn, but they seemed to think that learning was meaningless and wanted to go outside to dig wild vegetables.

Ji Lang came out of the cave and called them over, "Xiao Pang, Xiao Yuan, Xiao Fang, come here."

Several kids came running over, not knowing what they were doing, their faces were covered in dust. The fat kid was finally not as skinny as he was at the beginning, although he was still a long way from being fat. He came over and shouted with a smile, "Priest."

He reached out and wiped the dust off his face. "What are you doing? Why is your face so dusty?" After Ji Lang said that, he bent down and touched Xiao Xingxing who followed him. She had a dark skin and was thin. She was wearing a T-shirt that didn't fit her very well, like a small skirt, and a washed-out sweater on top, like a small vest.

Xiao Fang scratched his head and said, "Priest, we are roasting white roots. They are very sweet and soft. Do you want to eat some? I'll give you some." After that, he raised his other hand, which contained a black coal ball as big as a fist.

As if he thought the black color was ugly, he rubbed his little hands on his fur and peeled off the burnt black skin of the white root, revealing the white and sticky flesh inside, which gave off an enticing fragrance.

They were very similar to the Taoli tribe before them. Even if they had good new clothes, they didn't dare to wear them for fear that they would get damaged. Even if they did wear them, they would still put a layer of fur over them to feel at ease.

Knowing that it would take time for them to accept it, Ji Lang went with them.

Ji Lang reached out and took the small white root. He squeezed it gently and divided it into two halves. He kept half for himself and gave the other half to Xiao Fang. "Let's each have a little."

Xiao Fang took it, hummed happily, and then took a bite.

Xiaopang and Xiaoyuan also wanted to share their white roots with Jilang.

"You guys eat, I've eaten, this half is enough." Ji Lang said, "In the future, when you get up in the morning and eat, come to our yard and learn hunting from Uncle Lin. Whether you will be a hunter in the future or not, it's good to learn some skills."

"Okay!"

The little guys agreed readily.

Thinking that he had eaten the little guy's "snack", he had to treat him back. It happened that he was craving for fried chicken. He had raised more than ten pheasants from the pheasants he caught last time. Later, many people caught live pheasants and exchanged them with him. Now, there were nearly thirty pheasants stuffed in the not-so-big chicken coop. It was just right to kill a few of them as snacks.

"Then you guys go play, and come to the next yard later, I'll make you something delicious." Ji Lang said.

Several little ones immediately nodded excitedly. They liked the delicious food made by Jilang, which they had never eaten before. They were drooling just thinking about it.

Ji Lang was about to go back when Xiao Xingxing suddenly came over and grabbed Ji Lang's trouser leg, "Priest, can we go with you now?"

Her voice was soft and sticky, with a cute ending. Ji Lang thought it was so adorable that he immediately leaned over and picked up the little girl. "Okay, then I'll take you to play with Brother Xiaoman."

Then he returned to the yard with a few little tails.

When Xiaopang and the others first came, Xiaoman was a little resistant. He felt very uneasy, worried that his father would be taken away. But after so long, Ji Lang has given him enough sense of security. He is now very "generous" and doesn't mind Ji Lang playing with other kids at all.

He happened to have collected some eggs, and Ji Lang originally wanted to make fried chicken, but fried chicken requires killing and marinating the chicken first, which takes a long time, so it would be better to make cakes.

Feng and Xiaoying were called over. They were both in high spirits, so they were asked to help whip the cream.

Even though they hadn't eaten the cake for a long time, everyone still remembered the taste. When they heard that Ji Lang wanted to make it again, Ye and Lan put down their work to help. The main reason was that the texture and taste of the thing were really good, and it was a taste that they would never forget.

When there are more people working together, work can be done faster. Soon the first pot of baked cake came out of the oven, steaming hot, smelling milky and colorful. The little ones stopped playing and just followed after Jilang took out the cake, licking their fingers, wishing they could get close enough to take a bite.

"Look how greedy you are. Eat it later. It's still very hot now." Ye said with a smile. He also felt a little greedy when he smelled the flavor.

Several little fellows seemed to be possessed and sat on the small wooden stool in unison, staring eagerly at the steaming cake on the chopping board.

What is this? How can it smell so good?

Originally, Xiaoman wanted to show off how delicious the cake was to Xiaopang and the others who had never eaten it, but now she was so overwhelmed by the aroma that she didn't want to say anything and just wanted to take a bite.

The time of anxious waiting became particularly long, and it felt like a long time had passed before Xiaoman finally couldn't bear it anymore.

I approached Jilang who was still busy baking the second pot, "Father~ Can't we eat it yet?"

"Are you too hungry to wait? Okay, eat, I'll share it with you." Ji Lang wiped his hands and took a knife to cut a small piece for each of them.

"Thank you, Father!"

"Thank you, priest!"

"Thank you, Brother Lang!"

Several voices sounded at the same time. They were waiting for Ji Lang to say this. Even Feng and Xiaoying were mixed in with the group of little kids and didn't feel embarrassed at all.

A few guys who had eaten it immediately let out a roar, swallowed a mouthful, and looked very enjoyable.

Xiaopang and his friends had never eaten it before, so they licked it curiously, and then started eating with shining eyes.

Ji Lang always finds it funny every time he sees them like this, they look like little animals.

Little Xingxing took two bites. She had short legs, so she sat on a small wooden stool with her two little feet hanging in the air. She was swinging back and forth happily.

Her little feet were wearing small slippers that Ah Yue had learned to sew using animal skins. Maybe she didn't pay attention when playing, so there were small scratches on them. They were very similar to the little feet that Ji Lang had when he first saw Xiaoman.

Ji Lang looked at it for a few moments, a little absent-minded. He decided to ask Lan and Ahua to help make a few pairs of shoes for the children in the tribe. The adults could make do, but the children still needed more care, and clothes and shoes for the little ones were faster and easier to make.

Maybe it was because Ji Lang's gaze was too obvious, Xiao Xingxing felt a little confused, holding the small plate in her hand and asked, "Priest, do you want to eat?"

She has round eyes with shiny black pupils. Just as her name suggests, there seem to be stars in her eyes.

"Please eat it. There's some more. I'll cut it for you after you finish eating." Ji Lang helped her wipe the cake crumbs off her face.

The little girl was so cute. If arranged marriages were not unpopular here, Ji Lang would have wanted to arrange an engagement between her and his son.

He glanced at his darling son, who was sitting at the edge, eating with a look of great enjoyment on his face.

Usually these little ones eat with Pigeon, A Yue and the others, as well as Grandma Xue and Da Shu. Today, Da Shu had finished eating and the kids hadn't come back yet, so he followed A Yue and the others to see what was going on. He knew that Ji Lang would cook some delicious food from time to time, so maybe he could get some for free.

As expected, as soon as he entered the yard, he smelled a sweet fragrance. Dashu rushed into the kitchen in two steps and asked, "Priest, what delicious food are you eating?"

The pot was still cooking meat porridge for dinner. The kids were full from the cakes and were now playing with stones in the yard.

Dashu was not at all shy. He walked over to the chopping board, on which lay two large pieces of cake that had just come out of the oven. They gave off a fragrance he had never smelled before.

He was a little curious, Ji Lang quickly patted his paw that was about to touch it, and cut a piece for him with a knife, "Don't touch it with your dirty hands."

Dashu didn't mind being hit at all, and happily swallowed a mouthful of this new food. It was soft and sticky, and he could swallow it in one bite without chewing it. He gobbled it up quickly and finished a large piece.

"Eat slowly, don't choke." Ji Lang looked at him with disdain.

Da Shu patted his chest and ran out, "I...I'm going to...drink some water."

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This guy is just here to make people laugh.

It took them a little long to make the cake today, so dinner was cooked late and eaten late as well. When a group of people came out after dinner, Dashu sat under the tree and played with mud with A Yue and the others.

When he saw Ji Lang, he immediately came over and said with a smile, "Priest, can this delicious food be exchanged for fur?"

He just ate too fast. This thing was so delicious that he couldn't hold back and finished it in one go.

Thinking back now, he still felt that it was soft and sweet, and it would definitely be best to give it to his mother. If he could change it, he would give some to his mother so that she could also try it.