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

Chapter 121: The Lawsuit

After a while, Feng came back with Sanmao. With Sanmao's help, they quickly found footprints of small animals and dug pits in several corners.

The Baiyun tribe sent nuts during the previous winter season. When planting, they just dug holes and planted them. Later, they forgot about it. When they were walking around, they saw it again. Ji Lang didn't react at first. He was just a little surprised that the grass was so sparse and the sizes were so different. And the ground seemed to have been cleaned by them. Muttering, "This grass has a strong vitality," he bent down to pull it out.

"Brother Lang, don't you want these anymore?" Feng asked curiously.

Ji Lang, "Ah? What are you doing here?"

Feng, "Isn't this what you planted before?"

Ji Lang: !!! That was a close call, I almost... No, I had forgotten it, luckily Feng was with me, if it was him, who knows how long it would take him to remember it.

There are more than just these few pieces of land in the tribe now. Basically, half of the hilltop has been cleared. It took two days of searching for traces and making marks without much rest.

Usually the hunting team would be out for most of the day. Qingjiu and his friends were better off. Li and Lan would get up in the morning to cook so they could eat something soft and hot and just have a meal outside at noon. But the others didn't have the habit of eating breakfast, so they would have some dried meat and cooked white roots or potatoes at noon. They all relied on the evening meal, which was good and early. They would usually finish early and it would be light outside. No one would just sit there and rest, but would find something to do.

It’s been hot lately, so Ji Lang likes to sit in the outer yard to work. There’s a bit of breeze from time to time, which is more comfortable than being indoors.

When he made traps before, he was afraid that the prey would bleed too much and attract other carnivores. He was also afraid that the prey would die if they stepped into the trap and the meat would spoil easily. In addition, his skills were not up to par, so the traps he made had little lethality and were easily escaped.

But this time, his purpose was different from before. To put it bluntly, he wanted to make these "grain thieves" realize how powerful they were and not dare to cause trouble in the fields in the future.

So the difficulty is definitely not on the same level. He was immersed in his own world pondering the mechanism in the trap. The brothers Qingjiu and Guoqi were using soapberries to wash the furs they had saved up over the past few days. Li and a few of his "little apprentices" were making the pottery jars that would be fired next. When the salt came back, they would put it in the pottery jars, and the amount needed would definitely increase by then.

A few kids and dogs were playing in the yard. I don’t know what they were so happy about, but they were laughing so hard that they were shaking.

During the day, Xiaopang would come here with a few friends. Wu would take them to play, dig wild vegetables and white roots around the cave, and sometimes teach them to count. Wu had a talent for leadership since he was young. He kept the children in good order and kept them busy every day.

In the evening, after Pigeon and the others finished their work, they sent the cubs back with them, and Damao also went with them.

This relatively warm and peaceful scene was destined to be broken.

The rapid and irregular knocking on the door seemed a bit irritating at a time like this.

When Ji Lang heard this, he felt his forehead throbbing. After all, he probably had to settle another "lawsuit".

Sure enough, two more hunters came in with bruised faces and noses.

Ji Lang, who didn't even want to speak, signaled with his eyes that they should speak for themselves.

One of the hunters who was seriously injured said aggrievedly, "Priest, I know you are busy, but you really have to make the decision for me this time..."

Master Qingtang·Ji Lang: I don’t want to make the decision. Can you go find Qingjiu to make the decision for you?

The man talked on and on for a while, and Ji Lang finally understood what he said. He looked at the little tree who was busy kneading mud with a bit of teasing.

However, the distance was a bit far, and he didn't notice the confusion in Xiaoshu's eyes or the anger that was about to burst out on his distorted face.

The seriously injured man was called Amu, and the man who fought with him was called Aqiao who came from the Snow Mountain Tribe. He was considered a leader among the hunters and had some talent for management. Ever since Dashu and Azhou left, he was the one who distributed food to the people in the tribe.

Amu and Xiaoshu grew up together and could be considered childhood sweethearts. Naturally, Amu wanted Xiaoshu to be his partner, but Xiaoshu did not agree. In addition, something happened in the tribe later, and after arriving here, he was busy every day and had no time to talk about this matter.

Because Xiaoshu sometimes helped Dashu distribute food to the hunters in the next yard, Aqiao met her several times and thought she was a good girl. He wanted to become her partner, so he gave her the meat and wild vegetables he had distributed before.

Xiaoshu also accepted it, and he tacitly agreed that the two of them were now in a relationship, and all he had to do was tell the chief and the priest.

Just after dinner, a group of people were chatting about the women in the tribe, and Amu immediately stood up and stopped them from hitting on Xiaoshu, saying that Xiaoshu wanted to be his partner. Aqiao, who was just listening to the chat, immediately became unhappy and said that Xiaoshu had accepted his things and was his partner.

The two started arguing. Although these people have no concept of marriage yet, they are absolutely loyal to their partners. They will only look for new partners after both parties decide to end the relationship. Therefore, Amu's remarks made Aqiao, who has already regarded Xiaoshu as his partner, very angry.

He got angry and started fighting.

Before Ji Lang could say anything, Xiao Shu rushed over angrily with a big wooden stick in his hand.

"Tell me clearly, when did I take your things?" Xiaoshu lowered her voice, but the words seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth. She had never thought of becoming the partner of any of them!

Ah Qiao was stunned, not understanding why she would ask such a question, and began to explain, "I put it outside your cave. You asked me to do so."

"When did I let you go?"

"It was a few days ago. I put the venison in a basket. You were going out at that time, so I put it outside the cave." Ah Qiao explained hurriedly. Seeing the pigeon sitting over there, he pointed and said, "She also saw it when I put the meat there."

"But wasn't that distributed to our cave dwelling?" Xiaoshu suddenly remembered that the meat was distributed a little late that day, and when Aqiao brought it, they had already finished their meal and were about to come here to work. Looking at the bamboo basket that Aqiao was carrying, she asked him to put it outside the cave first, intending to clean it up when he came back.

Ah Qiao touched his face awkwardly and said, "There are two. The big one is for your cave, and the small one is for you."

Xiao Shu: "...You didn't say anything!"

Ah Qiao: "You didn't ask..."

The people listening nearby were speechless. How could they ask this? When they saw someone bringing meat, they had to ask whether it was distributed by the tribe or whether it was given by you individually?

This person is too unreliable.

"Then I'm telling you now, I won't be your partner, and don't send me anything in the future. Next time the tribe kills meat, I'll give you my share." Xiaoshu gritted his teeth and said, turning to Amu who had a happy look on his face, "And you, I won't be your partner either."

The two came in noisily and left without saying a word.

Xiao Shu felt a little embarrassed when she looked at Ji Lang. She had been working here these days and had witnessed many people coming to the priest to solve trivial matters. She didn't expect that this time it was because of her. She whispered, "I'm sorry, priest, I'm causing you trouble."

Ji Lang patted her shoulder and said, "It's none of your business. Don't think too much about it. Just do your work."

Things like this were something that both parties were willing to do. If Xiaoshu didn't want to, no one would force her. Now she was also a part of the tribe. Ji Lang felt that he had a responsibility to protect her, so he went to Grandma Xue to talk about this and asked her to help convey that the Taotie tribe absolutely did not allow anyone to force others, regardless of gender, to become one's partner, and they had to get the other person's consent.

Grandma Xue was quite prestigious when she was in the Snow Tribe. After coming here, because she knew about herbs and could help people treat injuries and illnesses, everyone was in awe of her and were willing to listen to her arrangements and advice.

She naturally understood Ji Lang's thoughts. Such a relationship that both parties agreed to would not only last longer, but would also be conducive to the harmony of the tribe.

After finishing all these, when Ji Lang returned to the yard, it was almost dark. Qing Jiu followed him, locked the gate from the inside, and after checking everything, the two of them walked into the yard hand in hand.

The lights in the room were on, and Xiaoman was sitting on the floor, having not yet washed up.

He is usually very self-conscious. When he has played enough and wants to go to bed, he will fetch water to wash his hair, face and body. But now he is sitting with his back to the door. He didn't move when Ji Lang came in. This is a bit strange.

Ji Lang tiptoed over, wanting to scare him. Just as he got behind the little guy, he saw him carefully turn his head, put his little fingers to his mouth, and made a "hush" sound at Ji Lang.

What are they doing so late at night? Ji Lang took a closer look and saw the two kittens huddled together, sleeping on his legs.

……

envy, jealousy, hate.

These two cubs are almost two months old, and he has never touched them yet.

Damn, he is so happy. He can pet the cat and let the cat sleep obediently on his lap.

That’s not right. The two kittens are here, but where are the kittens? It usually watches them so closely, so why is it so confident today that it lets Xiaoman help take care of the children?

Maybe the shock and questioning in Ji Lang's eyes were too obvious, Xiaoman raised his hand and pointed at the saddle bag that Ji Lang had placed on the wooden rack. The kitten was lying on it like a round pancake, his ears moving, probably woken up by the noise just now.

He was actually in a good mood and didn't make any noise.

There was a wooden box on the ground, which was a simple cat litter box that had been made before. Wow, it turned out that Xiaoman had prepared it long ago. The two kittens were older now and could be away from Cat Cub, so she entrusted them to him.

It’s just… it feels a bit weird to still call the kitten a kitten after it’s already given birth.

Xiaoman also knew that Ji Lang had always wanted to touch the kittens, so she stretched her neck to look in the direction of the kitten to make sure that it would not see her. Then she gently grabbed Ji Lang's hand and led him to touch the two kittens.

Ji Lang's big palm could cover the two kittens' round bellies at once. He didn't dare to use force and just lifted it lightly on their bellies. When the little guys breathed in and out, their bellies bulged and touched Ji Lang's palm.

Soft and warm, so healing.

At this moment, Ji Lang's eyes also smiled like Xiaoman, turning into crescents.

The two cat slaves, one big and one small, played for a while before Xiaoman got up and put the two kittens on the backpack.

But it only lasted one night. The next day, Ji Lang ruthlessly drove the two kittens and the cat back to the woodshed.

They are so noisy. Every time when Ji Lang is about to fall asleep, these two guys start parkouring in the cave. Ji Lang generates a lot of things, and the cave is filled to the brim. There are things everywhere, and one gets knocked over and the other gets dropped. These two guys get enough sleep during the day and are full of energy at night.

Qingjiu had been running around outside all day, and since he didn't have to worry too much about safety issues at night after arriving here, he gradually felt more at ease when it was time to go to bed and slept very soundly.

Xiaoman's sleep quality is even better. When Ji Lang sat up and doubted his life because of the noise, he was still snoring in his sleep.

So the next day, when Ji Lang entered the woodshed with a kitten in one hand and a cursing cat following behind him, Xiaoman looked at the two dark circles under his eyes and wisely didn't say a word.

Ever since the field was surrounded by jujube trees and Xishi had spread repellent powder, there were fewer small animals causing trouble in the field. But there were still some. Ji Lang had made quite a few traps and mechanisms, and he thought they shouldn't be wasted, so he still had to place some at the edge of the field. In case any fish slipped through the net, he could catch them and bring them back to improve the food for the dogs and cats.

Before, Ji Lang was thinking about putting some food and some poisonous substances on it, such as oleander or the juice of poisonous mushrooms, but then he thought that it would be bad if it was accidentally eaten by a dog, or if the poisoned animals were eaten by people, cats or dogs.

Feng was digging the pit in front, Jilang followed behind him to set up the mechanism, Wu and Xiaopang inserted wooden sticks in the place where the trap had been set, tied colored strips of cloth, and marked it to prevent people from the tribe from accidentally stepping on it. The coordination between the few people was perfect.

"Brother Lang, do you think our device can catch wild animals?" Feng basically had blind trust in Ji Lang, but this time he had some doubts. After all, these things were not heavy and were small in size. Do they really have any killing power?

Ji Lang was not convinced. He had made several types of these mechanisms, some made of pure wood, and some with iron blades. He thought the lethality should be good. "You doubt me, don't you? Just wait and see."

On the first day, nothing happened.

The next day, nothing happened.

On the third day, there were signs of being stepped on, but the creature that fell into the trap had very sharp teeth and it gnawed the wooden board that was clamped on it bit by bit and escaped.

Feng: What should I do? I feel like laughing.

Jiro: Damn it!

It seems that these guys are more powerful than he thought. He has to think of other ways. Pure wood is unreliable, so he has to replace the clip with iron, and the weight of the clip itself must be increased to prevent some strong guy from running away with the clip, which would be a loss.