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

Chapter 118 Burning Bricks

The peeled shells and the inedible skin covering the flesh were originally placed in the outer yard to dry and used as firewood. Unexpectedly, several sheep and ducks rushed to eat them and loved them very much.

Dried fruits and wild vegetables are packed in bags and placed in jars. They are taken out to be blown and aired during the windy season, so that they will not easily get moldy during the rainy season.

The two kittens have grown a lot, at least bigger than the corn cobs, and are chubby. They chase honey and butterflies in the yard every day without fear of being stung.

Ji Lang has gradually gotten used to getting up before dawn. He doesn't know if it's an illusion or if exercise is really useful. Now he can walk up and down the mountain without even breathing heavily.

He was also busy. He had to exercise and check on the fields every day. After all, among these people, he was the most familiar with planting, and he had to take responsibility and not let everyone's hard work and sweat go to waste.

In addition, since Dashu was not around, those people from their tribe liked to look for Ji Lang whenever they had something to do. Although Dashu said when he left that they could look for the leader and the priest, no one dared to look for Qingjiu. He had no expression on his face and didn't talk much, but his eyes were very sharp. Even if he didn't do anything bad, the look in his eyes made people tremble.

So... everyone came to see Jilang.

Today someone's meat was stolen, and tomorrow two people started fighting over some trivial matter. Ji Lang was so annoyed that he was at a loss. He missed Dashu a little bit, and said, "Come back quickly, mother hen. The chicks will annoy him to death when you are not here."

In fact, it wasn't that anyone really stole the meat. It was just that everyone's meat was hung together. Although everyone had marked it, some of the meat was not very obvious, so people accidentally took the wrong one.

The fight was even more outrageous. There were seven or eight people living in a cave, and the ground was damp, so Ji Lang gave them moisture-proof mats. These people were thrifty and didn't want to use anything, so three or four people could be squeezed on one mat. When they slept too close, it was inevitable that there would be some "intimate contact". This person felt difficulty breathing while sleeping at night, and when he woke up, he found that the arm of the person next to him was around his neck. He felt uncomfortable but couldn't break free, so he kicked the person next to him twice. The person who was kicked awake insisted that this person wanted to beat him while he was sleeping. The two quarreled and fought in the middle of the night, and came to Ji Lang in the early morning with bruises on their faces to help them.

One said that he was about to be strangled to death while sleeping.

One of them said he didn't, but he was kicked twice while he was sleeping and almost died.

Ji Lang: It would be better to go to work in the fields early, rather than fight this "lawsuit" here.

Xiaoman seemed to sense Jilang's helplessness, and came over to whisper in a hoarse voice, "You two are stupid, why don't you just stop sleeping together?"

The two men looked in the direction where the sound came from, and then looked down at the same time, their eyes showing ambiguous meanings.

Ji Lang quickly covered Xiaoman’s little mouth and said, “My son, please be careful and don’t talk nonsense.”

Xiaoman's mouth was covered, and she whimpered incoherently, "Father, you just put on my shoes and haven't washed your hands yet."

……

"It's okay, son. Don't despise yourself."

The most important thing right now is not to let these two people point their spearheads at Erza.

"You are so smart, little guy. This is the way to do it!" Both of them were satisfied with this method.

Ji Lang remained in a daze until the two men left.

Two inexplicable people, inexplicably resolved.

Xiaoman looked at Ji Lang eagerly, her eyes full of "seeking praise".

He helped his father solve the problem.

Although the whole thing was a bit nonsensical, Ji Lang did not hesitate to give the praise. He hugged the child and kissed and rubbed him for a long time before continuing to do his own thing.

Li has also been busy recently. He first fired some large and small pottery jars, and later various large items such as water tanks and pottery jars. There was no other way. There were too many people. Even if five or six people shared a water jar, there would be more than ten of them. These big things are more likely to be damaged or cracked when fired. In addition, they are used to store water and grain, so they must not leak.

In addition to the pots, pans, and bowls that were necessary at the beginning, Li and Ji Lang discussed the pottery that was made later and decided not to give them away for free. Instead, they asked those who wanted to exchange things for them. There was no limit to the specific things. Some people exchanged furs, some exchanged pumpkin powder, and some exchanged wild vegetables they dug up. Some people even exchanged small prey that they had just caught. Li was not picky. As long as she and her family could use and eat it, she would exchange it.

Gradually, everyone got used to bartering and no longer waited anxiously, hoping to get something useful.

The sun was about to set and it wasn't so hot anymore. People had just finished their meal and were still busy in the outer yard, making bricks with models. Then someone knocked on the door.

Feng picked up the hay beside him and rubbed the mud off his hands. He opened the door and saw Gege, who was with Xiaoyuan and Xiaofang, holding a bamboo basket in his hands. He glanced at the outer courtyard with some restraint and found Jilang sitting under a tree rubbing mud. He breathed a sigh of relief.

She is a bit of a loner. Even in the next yard, she seldom communicates with others, let alone comes here to visit. Among the group of people brought by Dashu, usually only Grandma Xue and Xiaoshu come here.

"Is there something wrong?" Feng asked a little curiously.

The pigeon shook its head out of habit, then reacted and nodded vigorously, "Yes." He added, "I want to find a priest."

When Feng brought people over, Ji Lang felt a headache. He was really afraid of these people. Every day there were different strange things happening for him to be the "judge".

But... Pigeon didn't seem like the kind of person who would come for trivial matters, so Ji Lang patiently asked her, "Is there something wrong?"

Pigeon put the bamboo basket in front of Jilang and removed the large leaves covering it, revealing a basket of bright red fruits. These fruits looked a bit like the raspberries Jilang had eaten before, but were bigger than raspberries. Each one was as big as a walnut, sour and sweet, and full of moisture. They were delicious. They were only available for one or two months in the middle of the warm season, but they could not be preserved. They started to turn sour after one or two days of being picked, and they were dry and not delicious even if they were dried.

"Priest... I want to exchange this for a few of the sweet things you gave Xiaoyuan and Xiaofang last time." When Xiaoyuan and the others came to play before, Ji Lang caught a few for each of them, and shared them with the pigeons after returning. The two children kept talking about it later and smacked their lips when they thought about it. She found two trees of this fruit on the mountain today, and they had a lot of fruits. She picked them all and left some for the two children to eat, and used the rest to exchange for something delicious.

She was with her two children, and she didn't dare to exchange the food she collected, the meat and fur she was given, for anything else. This was the only thing she had. It tasted good, but she couldn't keep it. When she went out before, she had seen Ji Lang go with her. He liked picking fruits very much, and he kept muttering about smashing them for his good children, so the pigeon remembered it.

She was a little nervous. The thing was delicious and should be very rare. Not to mention the two children, she also liked it. "If I can't exchange it... forget it, give this basket of fruit to the kids." She whispered again, saying that Xiaoyuan and Xiaofang might be disappointed. She looked up at them and found that they had followed Xiaoman to watch the ducks play.

Ji Lang was stunned for a moment, then realized that she was talking about candy. He was about to say that there was no need to exchange them, and he could just ask Xiaoman to share some with Xiaoyuan and Xiaofang. Then he thought about it and said with a smile, "We can exchange them. This basket of fruits looks fresh. We are in for a treat."

She called out to Xiaoman who was playing, "Son, take them in and get two bags of fruit candies. They're in the jar under the cabinet next to the kang."

"Okay~" Xiaoman agreed and led his two friends into the yard.

The pigeon didn’t know what two packs meant, but it could guess that there might be more than a few.

He said in a low voice, "Priest, we just need to change a few."

Ji Lang waved his hands and said indifferently, "It's okay, it's not a good thing, it's just a snack for children. If others want to exchange it, you can let them." There were actually not many in the two bags. There were only a few dozen pieces of fruit candy in that bag. He bought it for a dozen yuan at a roadside shop because his mouth was bitter while cycling.

According to Ji Lang's idea, this basket of fruit is much more valuable, and he can brush the sugar every day. Now even Xiaoman doesn't eat it much. Before, I restricted him every day because I was afraid that his teeth would be damaged. Later, even if the child ate one a day, his liking for it gradually faded.

Pigeon's face and ears turned red, perhaps because of nervousness or excitement. Ji Lang was a little surprised. Before Dashu and the others came, he always thought that women in this world were more open-minded and courageous. Later he found out that only the women in his family were like this. Some of them were naturally timid and introverted. He just didn't expect Pigeon to be more timid than he thought.

Soon, several children came out noisily. Xiaoyuan and Xiaofang each had a bag of fruit candies in their hands, and there were some scattered candies in their mouths that Xiaoman had just given them.

"Xiaoman, come here and share this basket of fruit with everyone." Ji Lang called him.

The little guy ran to the sink consciously, tiptoed to rinse his hands, trotted over, grabbed a handful and gave it to Ji Lang, "Father, you eat it!"

"My hands are covered in mud, you eat first." Ji Lang stretched out his hands to show him, and wanted to rub them on his face as if to do something naughty.

Xiaoman dodged with a giggle, picked a big one and fed it to Jilang's mouth.

"So sweet, be good, go share some with your friends."

Ji Lang wasn't coaxing him, it was really sweet and juicy.

The little guy was satisfied. He took the basket and fed a few pills to each of the adults in the yard before sharing with his friends. Xiaoyuan and Xiaofang were also pulled along. The pigeons wanted to say that they had some more, but when they saw the bright smiles on the two children's faces, they held back and said nothing.

I felt bad that I had exchanged a small basket of fruit for a lot of candy, so I went to the older and kinder Li and whispered that I wanted to help.

Li didn't refuse. She understood the feeling of wanting to prove that she was useful, and began to patiently teach her how to knead and what degree of kneading was best.

But I didn't expect that this girl was really smart and could get the hang of things much faster than Ji Lang and her children. I couldn't help but have some other thoughts.

The group of people were busy until almost dark before they finished burning all the bricks. Worried that it would be unsafe for Geese to take the two cubs back, Li called Xishi and Sashi to send the three of them back.

After everyone had left for a while, Li was still muttering, "He's smart and skillful, he's a good hand at this."

Ji Lang heard what she said and it seemed that he really liked pigeons. "Aunt Li, do you want to take me as your disciple?"

"I have this idea." Li did not hide it. When Uncle Lin was teaching a few children before, Ji Lang talked about the master-apprentice relationship, so she also understood the meaning of accepting an apprentice. Although she did not want to admit it, she was indeed old. Sometimes she sat and kneaded mud for a long time, and when she got up she felt her body was stiff. It was difficult for her to walk two steps, and her energy was not as strong as when she was young. Her own children were indeed not cut out for this. They could do it, but the quality of their products was far behind. But after observing the girl Pigeon for a whole night, she found that she was patient, able to concentrate on her work, not impatient, and smart. She was a good material for this.

Another thing is that the women like Dove, A Yue, and Xiao Shu have hard and heavy work in the fields, so they might as well learn some skills from her. These things are not easy to learn, and it will take several years to become skilled. She doesn't have to worry about starving herself to death by teaching her apprentice.

Ji Lang originally thought that, although it is wrong to have the intention to harm others, one must still be on guard against others, and the task of making pottery has to be done by their own people.

But now I have figured it out. First, it will take many years for this thing to mature. Second, if you don't trust someone, don't employ him. If you are always on guard, it will not be good for the unity and development of the tribe.

Li was a man of action. The next morning, before they went out, he went to the next yard to find Ge Zi and the others.

The few of them had not expected that such a good thing would happen to them. To them, pottery was a "luxury". Before, in the Big Tree Tribe, only the chief and some capable hunters would exchange pottery with people from other tribes. They either used stone bowls or very rough wooden bowls that they dug out of wood themselves.

When they first arrived here, they were reluctant to use the ceramic bowls and pots they were given.

I didn't even think about it and immediately agreed excitedly.

Knowing that they had to go out to collect during the day, and would have to clean up and dry the fruits when they came back, and that there was also some work to do in the fields, Li asked them to come over after dinner every day to learn from him.

Several people also cherished this hard-won opportunity, and they were all sensible. Every time they came, they would either bring a handful of wild vegetables, a few wild fruits, or sometimes a bundle of firewood, and bring it to Li.

Li also accepted it happily and taught more attentively. Among the three, Geese and Xiaoshu learned faster and were more dexterous and careful, while Yue was slower in reaction and sometimes needed Li to explain it two or three times before she understood. But she was the one who was willing to work hard and did not get anxious even if her progress could not keep up with the other two. She went at her own pace.

Although she used to like Gege's cleverness and dexterity, these days, she appreciates A Yue's steadiness more.