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

Chapter 135 Mango

He stroked Qingjiu's head as if he was stroking the hair, "Okay, let him sleep with Wu at night. Open the door for him first." Otherwise, if the little guy started yelling, it would seem like he was making a fuss in broad daylight even if he hadn't done anything.

Qing Jiu was still not satisfied, so he grabbed the person and kissed him hard a few more times. Then he sat up while holding the person in his arms, and went to open the door with a somewhat depressed look on his face.

This is just one reincarnation, and no matter what, this little thing will have to live in another cave in the next reincarnation. It is only natural for him and his partner to do this, and he really can't stand it when he comes out to make trouble every time.

Xiaoman outside the door didn't care at all about Qingjiu's gloomy face when he opened the door for him. He squeezed in through the small gap in the door, climbed onto the kang in two or three steps, and stretched out his little hand like offering a treasure.

Ji Lang took a look and saw nothing. What was he doing? Was he asking him to look at air?

"Oh, that's not right." The little guy reached his hand into his pocket and started to search. It was inconvenient when he pushed the door just now, so he just put it in his pocket.

After searching for a long time, he finally took out a yellow object from his small pocket. He held it in his hand and handed it to Ji Lang with great care, "Father, eat it."

Ji Lang took it with some shock, and looked at it over and over again, "Is this a mango?!"

Wow, he looked at it carefully again, smelled it, and it was really a mango.

This has never been discovered before, at least not around this area.

"So this is called mango." Qing Jiu said. They picked it outside the Baiyun tribe. On their way back, they encountered a few fruit trees. Dayan said that these fruits would go bad if they were not picked, so they simply picked them all and carried them back.

Xiaoman's eyes sparkled, "Father, please eat it. It's very sweet and fragrant."

Ji Lang's eyes also sparkled, "Are there a lot? This kind of fruit?" This can really be dried and eaten in the cold season. He still likes to eat dried mangoes.

"Two baskets and two bags. There are still some fruit trees around the Baiyun tribe, but I didn't have time to pick them." Qing Jiu said.

Ji Lang wiped his hands, peeled it and took a bite. It was a little over cooked, but had a familiar taste. He took two bites and saw the two people beside him, one big and one small, staring at him. He handed it to him helplessly. Qing Jiu shook his head and Xiao Man wanted to shake his head, but the taste was indeed tempting. He couldn't help but took a bite.

The little ones usually don’t have many snacks, and occasionally when they have something delicious, it’s always like this. Ji Lang found it funny and put a piece of paper under the food and let him hold it in his mouth to eat.

Only then did he have time to tell Qingjiu about his poisoning.

Qing Jiu also explained to him everything he had learned from the woman.

"No wonder I'm the only one poisoned. This thing is so magical, how come it's like a Gu poison?" Ji Lang was still a little frightened, thinking that Qing Jiu and the others were also stained with the blood of cannibals. "Go back and ask Grandma Xue if she wants to drink some water soaked in the roots of the magic grass. This thing is really effective."

"Poison? What is that?" Qing Jiu was a little curious.

Ji Lang talked to him for a long time about his knowledge of poison, and Qing Jiu's brows furrowed more and more as he listened.

If this is true, will this magical herb work?

He was still worried, not about himself, but about Ji Lang who had come into contact with cannibal blood twice.

However, seeing that the other person was smiling and playing with Xiaoman, whose face was rubbed yellow, he didn't continue talking about this topic. He decided to wait until he went back to ask Grandma Xue about it.

In the outer courtyard, Dayan felt a headache after hearing what Ah Hua said. He pinched his brows and said, "I'll talk to him later. If it doesn't work, I'll send him back to the Baiyun tribe and let him fend for himself."

To be honest, he would kill the old man if asked to do so, but he really didn't want to. This man was also a very good hunter when he was young, and he had taken care of some children in the tribe who had lost their fathers and mothers. But when he got old, he lost his cubs, and he only wanted to avenge his cubs.

He poisoned the people, but Ji Lang realized something was wrong and took precautions. Also, because of Grandma Xue, he drank the medicine in time, so nothing happened. But if it weren't for these, if something happened to Ji Lang, it would really harm the entire tribe.

He was the one who brought the people here, so he should solve the problem.

Dayan made his own decision in his heart.

In less than one reincarnation, two major events happened in the tribe. The tribe, which was once quite powerful, now has only a dozen people left.

Although they won the conflict with the cannibals this time, the hunters sitting under the tree, and the women and children who followed them, showed no joy on their faces.

Their tribe is gone.

Ah Hua naturally knew what these people were thinking. She was a decisive person. When people in the tribe died and the tribe was gone, she would just look for a place to settle down. Besides, she had already had this idea in mind. At first, she planned to let the Baiyun tribe belong to the Taotie tribe. But she didn't expect that something happened in the tribe before she could convince everyone.

"I want to stay in the Taotie tribe." Ah Hua stood up and said, "We have come into contact with them several times. Here, whether they are hunters or gatherers, even the injured or the elderly and children, can grow their own food. The Baiyun tribe is gone now, so why don't we stay here and start over." She had been worried that the Taotie tribe would not accept them, but when they arrived as a group, Ji Lang and the others opened the door without hesitation.

She knew that she and Dayan had a true friend.

Moreover, she believed in their abilities, and if they stayed here, they would definitely not hold back the Taotie tribe.

"Then...will they let us stay?" asked one of the hunters. He was a little nervous. This place was indeed much better than the Baiyun Tribe, but on the one hand he was still sad about the demise of the Baiyun Tribe, and on the other hand he was worried that the Taotie Tribe would not want them.

"Don't worry about this. As long as you are willing to stay, our tribe is short of people right now." said Xishi, who was sitting and resting.

This is not nonsense on his part, but Ji Lang said too much. To build a city with thousands of people, people would join in little by little, men and women would get together, become partners, and have children. This is not something that can be done overnight.

Ji Lang and Qing Jiu, who came out from the inner courtyard, happened to hear Xi Shi's words. Xiao Man and a few dogs followed behind.

"Yes, we hope you will stay." Ji Lang said.

He walked over to Abai and pulled him to sit down. Xiaoman also sat down next to Abai. They both had just eaten mangoes and there was yellow jam on their faces, which looked a little funny.

Ah Hua didn't notice it at first, but now that the two kids were together, she noticed it and smiled as she helped wipe their faces.

Then he looked at Ji Lang, "Priest, we are willing to stay here, can we stay?"

Jilang knew they wanted a precise answer.

"Of course, you are welcome to join us," Ji Lang said, "but you have to dig the cave you live in yourself."

Everyone laughed.

Dayan laughed heartily, "Of course, we will live and dig our own houses, so you don't have to worry about it, Priest."

"I'm just kidding." Ji Lang waved his hand. "In a couple of days, we'll vacate a few caves for you in the yard next door. You can divide them up then. Um... you know about the old man in the firewood room, right?"

He still felt a little embarrassed. The person they brought was an old man, and he tied him up and threw him into the woodshed.

Dayan said, "Ahua told me that I will...I will find a way tomorrow." He wanted to send the person away tomorrow, but when the words came to his lips, he did not say them. He remembered that when he was a child, he was also taken care of by Acheng's father. He actually felt a little bit reluctant. He could not send this person away to die.

He turned around and glanced at the people from the tribes behind him. He saw looks of pity on their faces, which made Dayan feel even more uncomfortable.

At this time, he was a little resentful of the old man. His son was on the wrong side, and he wanted revenge, but he put himself in a dilemma.

Not to mention the geese, Ji Lang felt a little complicated. The old man looked to be in his sixties or seventies, his child was dead, and now the tribe was gone. Sending him back would only mean losing his life a few days later.

As a person who has received quality education for more than ten years, he really feels guilty about treating an old man like this.

Seeing through his uneasiness, Qing Jiu picked up Xiaoman, who was squatting beside him, and put her aside. He sat on Ji Lang's left and patted his hand soothingly.

Xiaoman:???

"How about this, don't send him back. After all, he is yours. You can dig a hole around the tribe for him to live in. If you want to take care of his food and drink, you can take care of it. If you don't want to, let him fend for himself." Qing Jiu said in a light tone.

In fact, according to his idea, it would be better to just kill the person, but he could understand that Ji Lang was unwilling to do so. The extent to which he valued human life was something Qing Jiu could not understand, but he was willing to respect or take care of Ji Lang's ideas.

Dayan and his men were stunned for a moment, then stood up and looked at Qingjiu, with a look of gratitude and a bit of flattery on their faces, "Thank you, Chief."

In fact, they are really in a difficult situation. If they really kill people or let them go without caring about their lives, they always feel that it is too cruel and ungrateful.

But the old man did want to kill Ji Lang. If it were someone else, the old man's corpse would probably have rotted by now.

Qing Jiu added, "By the way, search everything you can on him, don't leave any other poisons on him, and tell him that if he still doesn't behave, I won't show mercy."

"Okay, okay, now that we've made this clear you can make your own decisions. Are these all mangoes?" Ji Lang stood up and went to take a look at the animal skin bag on the ground. The bag was crudely made and was not from their tribe. Presumably it was taken from the Baiyun tribe.

Xiaoman had just been moved away for no apparent reason. His mouth was pouting as if it could hold an oil bottle, but when he saw Jilang going to see the mangoes, he also squatted beside the animal skin bag and stretched out his little fingers to poke the small bulges inside.

"Priest, do you know this kind of fruit? It's called mango. There are many trees bearing this fruit around our tribe. We pick it and eat it in every reincarnation, but we don't know what it is called, so we just call it fruit." A hunter next to the wild goose came over and untied the straw rope that tied the animal skin bag, revealing mangoes of various sizes inside.

The unique scent of mango rushed straight into Jilang's nose.

He picked out two and took them out, "Are there any mangoes this big?" They were rounder than any mangoes Ji Lang had seen before, and they were yellow with a hint of red.

"Only a few of the ones on the trees are big, the rest are small. However, the small ones are sweeter and more delicious, and the big ones are very satisfying to eat. One can fill you up when you are hungry or thirsty." said the hunter.

The mangoes were basically ripe by now, and they would easily go bad if they were kept in the bags, so everyone took a tarpaulin and spread it on the ground, and poured all the mangoes they had carried back onto it.

A bright yellow patch, like a carpet.

Some of them had been squeezed or crushed, and these were picked out and distributed to everyone to try.

Ji Lang told them about the rest, and he planned to make dried mangoes. In the warm season, especially at this moment, there are many ripe fruits in the mountains, and they have no shortage of fruits to eat. But in the cold season, sometimes he would really be ravenous, and this would be a rare snack at that time.

Ji Lang watched a short video before, in which it was said that delicious dried mangoes are not made by directly drying mangoes, but by processing the mangoes a second time to make them look like dried mangoes. However, at this moment, Ji Lang didn’t care whether it tasted good or not, as long as it was good to eat.

It was already late in the afternoon, and the adults discussed it and decided to cut the mangoes tomorrow.

Ji Lang picked out a few good ones and prepared to send them to Grandma Xue. After all, so many people were poisoned by the cannibal's blood this time, and her stock of magic herbs might be used up. He had to give her a heads up in advance.

"Xiaoman, you guys..." Ji Lang found a bamboo basket to fill with mangoes, and was about to ask a few children if they wanted to follow him for a walk. When he turned around, he saw a dozen kids surrounding a pile of mangoes, with their eyes closed, their noses held high, breathing in the fragrance of mangoes in the air, with a look of intoxication on their faces.

……

From this point of view, there are quite a lot of little guys in the tribe.

Tao An and Tao Rong are still young, and we dare not give them too much fresh food as they may get stomach upset. They just shared a small mango and now they are squatting in front of the pile of mangoes, smacking their lips, staring at the golden mangoes and drooling. Tao Rong is even more outrageous. He sticks out his butt, supports himself on the ground with his two little hands, and is about to lick the mangoes on the tarpaulin like a puppy. But Sa Shi grabs him by the collar from behind and lifts him up, "You're so greedy. You eat and drink enough every day." Sa Shi doesn't even want to look at her. Tao An on the side is not much better, so she also lifts him up, one in each hand, and goes into the yard.

Xiaoman realized belatedly that Ji Lang was calling him, and opened his eyes to look over, "What's wrong, Father~"

Ji Lang: "It's okay, wash your face later and go play."

Xiaoman agreed and continued to practice "ritual" with his friends with their eyes closed.

Qing Jiu walked to Ji Lang's side without saying a word, and silently held his hand. He also took the small bamboo basket in Ji Lang's hand and carried it on his back.