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

Chapter 108 Planting 1

"There are no major wounds, but there are a lot of small cuts on its body. I'll apply some medicine on it later." After all, Liefeng had followed these people out hunting many times and was very experienced. In addition, he had survived alone for a period of time. Whether in combat skills or overall physical fitness, he was far ahead of the other guys.

Knowing that it must be hungry too, Feng tore off some of the bread in his hand and fed it to Liefeng.

It is not picky about food, and will eat whatever is available, regardless of whether it is meat or vegetables. It is so happy that it doesn't even chew and will just swallow it in two bites.

After Grandma Xue treated Liefeng, the others did not stay there for long and went back to their own homes. Damao still needed to have a good rest now. They could only do what they were supposed to do. Whether he could get better depended on Damao himself and the will of God.

After working hard for several days, they could finally take a breath. Ji Lang did not rush to tell everyone about his plan to open up the land. He wanted to let everyone relax for a few days. However, these people were also unable to sit idle. They just came back at noon and did not even have much rest in the afternoon. They started digging caves with great enthusiasm, pushing carts, because they would burn some bricks and pottery later. Ji Lang did not let them dump all the soil dug out from the cliff this time, but kept some.

Ji Lang had no intention of teaching the newcomers how to make pottery, at least not now. Such professional skills should be mastered by his own people first. Then he would build a pottery kiln in the yard over there and let Li lead the people to make pottery. The most important thing about making pottery is the control of temperature and time. Even if someone wants to learn it, it is difficult to master the essence without more than ten years of experience.

With dozens of more people, there were a lot more pots, pans, and utensils needed for daily use. Moreover, these new people were different from Ji Lang and his friends. Ji Lang and his friends had fewer people and bigger pots, and they usually ate together as a family, but these people were separated, in small groups of several people, and they mostly used stone pots or tattered pottery jars that had been passed down for generations to cook. After they came, some of them didn't even have anything to eat with, so Qing Jiu took some of their extra ones to give to these people as an emergency.

There were many people and many things to do. Ji Lang took a small wooden board and recorded what he was going to do next bit by bit. Xi Shi, who was sitting nearby and playing with his two children, came over and took a look. There was some admiration in his eyes. He didn't understand what words were, but he knew that these symbols had special meanings. They were much more complicated than the marks they usually made outside, but Ji Lang remembered each one clearly. When he learned that everyone in Ji Lang's original place knew these things, he felt a little inexplicably envious.

"What are you doing writing and drawing?" It was rare to see Ji Lang write such a long string at once, so Xi Shi was still curious.

Ji Lang pointed at the wooden board and told him, "I'm writing down what we're going to do next. You see, the first thing is to make pottery. The second thing is to open up more land. We have to continue planting and plant more. We also have to prepare to harvest the corn, potatoes, pumpkins and other crops in the fields. After the harvest, we can plant more. The warm season is still a few months away, and there will be a windy season later. By then, we will have time to dry the harvested food in the sun and air so that it won't get moldy and rotten during the rainy season."

Little Taoan and little Taorong were able to walk and talk by now. They hopped over like little rabbits to join in the fun and look at the wooden board that was densely painted with burnt sticks. They had eaten potatoes before and knew they were delicious, so when they heard Ji Lang talking about potatoes, they started to shout along.

"Potatoes, potatoes!"

"Good times!"

"What's a good time? You two only know the time."

Ji Lang reached out and pinched their chubby cheeks. A few days ago, Xishi and his friends dug up new potatoes. Sister Lan buried a few of them at the bottom of the pot after cooking in the morning. The new potatoes were particularly fragrant, and they smelled very delicious when roasted. When the two little guys came out to play, they didn't want to leave when they smelled the aroma. They kept leaning on the kitchen door and drooling. Finally, Lan had no choice but to take one out, let it cool, and share it with the two of them. The potato was soft after being cooked, and they could eat it even though they didn't have any teeth. They kept talking about it after they finished eating.

However, Ji Lang had just forgotten that he had a lot of carbon ash on his hands, and when he pinched them, each of them had a black spot on his face, which looked a bit funny. Ji Lang reacted after pinching them, and looked at Xi Shi embarrassedly.

Xi Shi acted as if he didn't see anything and didn't care at all. Ji Lang quickly wiped his hands and wiped the faces of the two little kids.

The two of them were well-behaved and didn't make any noise. There were some wild vegetables and white roots that everyone had dug up drying in the yard. They had just started to grow teeth, so they wanted to take a bite of everything they saw. Xishi didn't dare to leave them running around, so he reached out and hugged the two kids, holding them by his side, and discussed with Ji Lang what to do next.

The two of them whispered for a long time and decided on a rough timeline. Xishi was better at communication than Qingjiu and Guoqi. People were more likely to accept some of his words. Qingjiu and Guoqi spoke in a cold and dry manner without any tone, which gave people a feeling of command. Xishi was more approachable.

However, the most important thing among these things is to make more tools. Whether it is clearing the land or harvesting crops, having the right tools can make things more efficient.

Shovel, axe, spade, hoe, sickle, these are all indispensable.

There is still some iron that was swiped out before, so the shovel is ready, but the sickle and hoe need to be re-smelted.

I have seen these at home when I was a child. They are relatively simple tools. Ji Lang can make them after some research. The main problem is that he is still slow at it, so it seems that he has to use Feng, his "little apprentice", as well.

The handles of hoes and sickles can both be made of wood. Seeing Xishi bringing the two little ones into the house, Jilang also got up and went to the woodshed. The firewood that he had chopped before was piled in there. He wanted to find something usable in it.

As soon as I pushed the door open, I heard the sound of something running. I looked carefully and saw that the two kittens born by the kitten could run.

Ji Lang's sudden intrusion scared them so much that they hid in the firewood pile and peeked out.

It makes people want to reach out and grab it and rub it.

Unfortunately, he couldn't catch them. The two little creatures were very vigilant. As soon as Ji Lang approached, they hid inside and he could not reach them at all.

Ji Lang hasn't touched Miaozi much since Miaozi came here. Although there is a dog to pet, how can a person who has both cats and dogs favor one over the other? He also wants to pet Miaozi.

Oh, I can only think about it, the cat won’t let him touch it at all now.

I hope the two little kittens can understand more when they grow up.

But, do we have to give these little ones a name? He just called them "Meow Cub" casually back then, and we can't call these two casually as well.

When the time comes, I will give this important task to Xiaoman and let him worry about it.

He came out of the woodshed carrying two wooden sticks as thick as his wrists. Fortunately, these sticks had been dried in the sun before being put away, otherwise, even though he was much stronger than before, he would not be able to lift two sticks.

The handle of the hoe should be longer, so that you can save more energy when weeding and digging holes. There is no need to use a sickle, after all, a knife can also be used, but a sickle saves more effort.

"Father, what are you doing?" Xiaoman came running over and squatted like a quail beside Jilang who was drawing on the wood.

Ji Lang glanced at him distractedly, "I was making tools, what were you guys doing? Why is there dirt all over your head?"

"No, Feng took us to help dig the soil." He had just run back, his little forehead was covered with sweat, wetting the short hair on his forehead, which stuck to his forehead in curls, and his little face was red.

He didn't know what he meant by digging the soil. Ji Lang wiped the sweat off his forehead with his big hand and reminded him, "I have some water in the room. Go drink some quickly. You must be tired from running."

Xiaoman agreed and ran into the house to take several big gulps of water. He put mint and sugar in the water, which was cool and sweet. He was so happy that he ran out again with the cup in his hand, holding it up with his two little arms and bringing it to Jilang's mouth, "Drink some too, Dad."

Ji Lang was not actually thirsty, and the drink was originally prepared for Xiaoman. It was hot and children could easily get irritated. However, since he was a good and sensible son, he definitely could not spoil his fun, so he went over and drank two sips happily.

"What are you digging for?" Ji Lang asked Xiaoman while he was busy with his work. He was sitting on a wooden block with a cup of water in his hand, his little feet swaying back and forth. He drank the remaining water in the cup sip by sip, as if he was tasting some fine wine, with his eyes squinting, looking extremely happy.

"Feng said he wanted to build another big tank for Yu Yu." He just listened a little bit, but he didn't really know what it was going to do.