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

Chapter 150 Snow Season 5

Xiaobei went out with the group several times during the Jilang wind season, but he was never seen in the group of collectors. But Abai and Uncle Shi were always there. Several times, Xiaoman went to the next yard to play with Abai, but he was not there because he had gone to pick fruits.

"Priest, these were carried back by Abai and that old uncle. I saw them putting noodles in here several times." Ayang on the side suddenly said.

Ji Lang looked over and saw him being elbowed back by the guy named Xiao Hei. He waved his hand and said, "A Yang, come here."

"When did you see it and how did you see it?"

"My noodles are placed next to theirs. I have seen them put noodles in here several times. And they are always here when I go out. But I have basically never seen Xiaobei and Xiaohei go out. They haven't even gone there. Where do so many noodles come from?" A Yang said angrily. This Xiaobei came with their Dashu tribe. When he looks at this man now, he feels that he is really disappointing.

He looked around and remembered that Dashu had gone out with the leader to dig bamboo shoots. He felt relieved, otherwise Dashu would have rushed up and beaten them.

He knew that Brother Dashu could not stand seeing his own people not living up to expectations. These two guys were always lazy and had been scolded by Brother Dashu many times.

"Did anyone else see it?" Ji Lang asked the people around him.

Several people stood up and said something similar to what A Yang said.

Ji Lang's eyes turned cold as he looked at Xiao Bei and Xiao Hei, "Since it was carried back by A Bai and Uncle Shi, it must belong to them."

Xiao Bei tried to argue, pointing at the two small circles and said, "Priest, these are ours, we marked them."

"Really?" Ji Lang snorted coldly, walked to the side of the wooden board, picked up a

The stick drew a cross on the two circles. "Now I say these are mine. This is the mark I made. Do you recognize it?"

Not to mention these two people, everyone else was stunned. How...how could this be possible?

"No, Priest, you can't do this!" Xiao Hei finally spoke.

Ji Lang always felt that this man was much more thoughtful than Xiao Bei. Xiao Bei was the one who stood out, while this man was the one hiding behind and stirring up trouble.

Ji Lang, "Why not? You can do it but I can't?"

"This...this..." Xiao Hei was speechless.

"What's the difference? You guys made the mark when no one was around, but I did it in front of everyone." Ji Lang said, "Don't think I can't see through your little tricks. If you are serious, I won't get angry? I won't kick you out?"

Xiao Bei didn't expect the matter to be so serious, and quickly came to Ji Lang, "Priest, don't... don't chase us away, we know we were wrong, and we won't do this kind of thing again." After all, he was not very skilled in this matter and his psychological quality was average.

"Okay, I won't chase you away, but the first question is, who do you think these noodles belong to?" Ji Lang crossed his arms across his chest, very confident. He wanted to make them realize the severity of this bad habit the first time, otherwise it would be detrimental to the unity and development of the tribe.

"Um... yes, it belongs to that kid and the old man." Xiaobei said in a low voice.

Ji Lang looked at Xiao Hei, "Really?"

Xiao Hei shrank his head and nodded.

"Okay, second question, how did Uncle Shi fall to the ground?" Ji Lang continued to ask.

The two men lowered their heads and said nothing. When they first joined the tribe, the leader emphasized to them that they were not allowed to attack people from the same tribe, especially the elderly, women and children. If they attacked these people, they would be punished double.

They didn't take it seriously. After all, under normal circumstances, they would not hurt their own people.

"Xiao Hei punched the old uncle, and after the old uncle fell to the ground, Xiao Bei kicked him." A Yang said. He was tidying up the firewood pile outside at the time, and when he heard Xiao Bei stopping Uncle Shi, he looked back.

I just happened to see the complete process.

He usually couldn't stand these two people. Good things were wasted in their hands. They didn't do their work. When it was their turn to clean the toilet, they always did it perfunctorily. Especially in the winter when people didn't go out, others were busy grinding various flours, but they slept until noon. After waking up, they complained that no food was left for them. In the afternoon, they just wandered around in the yard and did not do any work.

Ji Langgang looked and found that Dayan was not there. Although this man was missing an arm, he was very strong. It would be most appropriate for him to teach these two a lesson. However, he had gone out to dig bamboo shoots. He was very strong-willed and did not want to live worse than others just because of his missing arm. He was a real workaholic.

He picked a stronger hunter and said, "Come on, punch Xiao Bei twice and kick Xiao Hei twice. Hit them hard. I'll take the responsibility if anything goes wrong."

This man was also a simple and honest person, and he moved very quickly. Before the others could react, the two men were lying on the ground screaming.

The yard was originally a little noisy, but now it was quiet except for the screams of the two people. I didn't expect that the priest who usually looked smiling would be so decisive at this time. I couldn't help but admire him.

"There is usually nothing going on in our tribe, and we only have one or two rules. But once the rules are set, they must be followed. These two people are examples. Considering that they are first offenses, this matter will be over after the fight. If you two dare to retaliate or do such things again, get out of the Taoli tribe." His words were harsh, but he was also angry at the moment and didn't want to be tactful.

He was just about to call for someone to drag the two guys inside when Xiao Shu suddenly rushed in from the yard. She had a hotter temper than his brother. She was holding a broom in her hand and punched the two people lying on the ground fiercely. "You two are useless. You are lazy and want to bully others. Who gave you the courage?"

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Forget it, just pretend you didn’t see it. Double Standard Jilang is online.

Ah Hua went to the yard again and called Grandma Xue to come out to help take a look at Old Man Shi. Fortunately, it was nothing serious, just a bruise on his face.

After dealing with this matter, Ji Lang and Sa Shi walked back. The wind started to blow, not strong, but it made people's cheeks hurt. Ji Lang shrank his neck and tried to hide his face in the fur.

Sa Shi took a look at his cowardly look and couldn't regard him as the same person as the one who had just ordered the beating.

"You usually speak slowly and seem easy to talk to, but why are you so straightforward today?" Sa Shi said.

Ji Lang didn't know how to explain to him the idea of ​​killing a chicken to scare the monkeys.

Ji Lang, "If this kind of indulgence continues, the people in the tribe will gradually become scattered. We need to make everyone work together so that the tribe can get better and better."

This is true, and Sa Shi also agrees with it. The Taoli tribe was also like this in the beginning. Some people who joined later were dishonest and always caused conflicts. At first, the leader would try to manage it and say a few words, but later such things happened more and more. When the leader wanted to manage it, it was too late, and the tribe had already fallen apart.

Qing Jiu naturally told Ji Lang about this matter. He couldn't let such a thing happen to the Taotie tribe again.

"These two have been dishonest for a long time. It's okay if they just do some minor fights on weekdays, but they actually dare to bully others at this time." Ji Lang continued.

Sa Shi nodded. She usually didn't interact with the people here. She would occasionally go out to collect samples. She had also heard about the situation of these two people from others. "It's time to treat them. Tell my brother later that he needs to teach them a lesson."

"Well, we have to let him talk to Dashu and ask them to keep an eye on these two guys and don't let them do anything bad. I didn't say that to scare them. If those two guys really want to do something, we should just chase them away." Ji Lang said.

When the two came back, a bunch of people working in the doorway gathered around them and asked, "What happened?"

Sa Shi then told the story with some exaggeration.

This is how a tribe is. There will be all kinds of people and all kinds of conflicts, which are very difficult to control. It is not like last winter when there were only these few people. They are related by blood and have an emotional foundation. They will take care of each other's emotions. Everyone's food and firewood are put together, and everyone has different divisions of labor, so there will be no conflicts.

When Qingjiu and the others came back, each of them was carrying a large basket of bamboo shoots. There were two red pandas on Guoqi's bamboo basket. It was difficult for them to move in the snow. The snow was getting thicker and most of their bodies were stuck in it when they stepped on it. After leading this group of people to dig bamboo shoots for a whole day, they were exhausted.

A pile of bamboo shoots fell beside the doorway, with a cool and refreshing fragrance.

The two little pandas climbed down from the basket and circled the bamboo shoots twice. Ji Lang felt that their eyes brightened up a few degrees, and they seemed to be very satisfied with so much stored food.

Liefeng and the others also stood in the doorway, shaking off the snow on their bodies, causing icy spots to fly everywhere.

A few little kids were hit by the ice dots and found it fun and exciting. They wanted to be hit but also wanted to avoid it and had a lot of fun.

Hehe, he kept laughing, I don’t know why he was so happy. Could it be that this is the kid who doesn’t have to go to school?

Ji Lang was envious of what he saw.

Your childhood and my childhood are different.

Ji Lang came up to Qing Jiu and started to complain.

Qing Jiu listened carefully, rubbed his hands, and helped Ji Lang cover his cold cheeks, which were a little red from the cold.

Ji Lang was halfway through his speech when he was squeezed by his warm big hand and his words were a little unclear, "Don't squeeze my face."

"Then let's talk inside. Your face is red from the cold." Qing Jiu said with a smile. This man's face was soft and chubby, and it felt good to pinch it.

Mingming said this as he went into the house, but the big hand that was pinching his face still didn't move away. Ji Lang slapped the hand away angrily and pushed the person into the house.

Bone soup and meatballs were bubbling on the stove, and the rich aroma filled the whole room. Tao An and Tao Rong were sitting on the kang, holding meatballs in their hands, and meat residue kept falling from their mouths. Their greasy hands were rubbing on the clean sheets.

When Miaozai was not around, Simao and Wumao stayed close to Tao An and Tao Rong, picking up the meatball crumbs that they dropped and eating them.

Ji Lang: Damn it, he needs to ask Sashi and Xishi to wash the sheets for him.

Xiaoman and the others sat a little outside. There was a clean small table on the kang. Each of them had a small bowl and drank the broth from it.

Seeing them come in, Wu pointed to the two bowls of meat soup still on the table and said, "Brother Lang, Brother Qing, the meat soup is ready. It smells really good."

He was a man of few words, so since he praised the soup as smelling really good, it must really smell good. Ji Lang quickly washed his hands and went to drink the soup with Qing Jiu.

As for Xiaobei and Xiaohei, let’s talk about it after drinking the soup.

This soup took half an afternoon to cook, with dried mushrooms and bamboo shoots added to it. The bones used were large wild boar bones that had been smashed into pieces so that the marrow inside could be sucked out.

The only drawback is that these people were too ruthless. The meat was cleanly removed without any meat residue. It was estimated that there would not even be any greasy smell if you licked it. Ji Lang sneaked into the kitchen and quietly took some meatballs and put them in.

Now it’s okay. It tastes good, but the newly changed bed sheets are ruined.

The bed sheets that were soiled by their mischief after Qingjiu came back from his patrol last time are still hanging in the yard as ice sculptures.

After drinking a big bowl of hot soup, his body felt warm, and Ji Lang continued to tell Qing Jiu about what happened in the next yard.

"Then let them dig bamboo shoots starting tomorrow." Qing Jiu felt that Ji Lang's punishment was too light, so he thought of another way to punish them, "Don't let them take care of the red panda."

Think about it, it's so cold today, the snow is almost up to the knees, Ji Lang feels freezing just after taking a walk outside, and asking those two lazy guys to dig bamboo shoots, oh my god, Ji Lang swallowed his saliva, this guy is really, so mean, how did he come up with this idea.

In fact, Qing Jiu came up with this idea because, firstly, he felt that the two men should be punished, and secondly, the food they stored was definitely not enough for the entire winter season. If he asked them to dig more bamboo shoots, they could exchange them with other people for food later.

After all, no one can guarantee the exact duration of the cold season. Not to mention the two of them, even other people who are busy stockpiling food every day may not have enough food.

In fact, there are still a lot of edible white roots and other things that can be dug underground, and they can still be dug now. After one or two full months of the cold season, the ground will be frozen solid, and then there will be nothing we can do. However, Qing Jiu thought about it, and if he asked those two lazy guys to dig white roots, it would be a good thing if each of them could dig one back in each trip.

Several people drank the soup, and Ji Lang cleaned up the pots and bowls. It was still early for dinner, so Qing Jiu went into the woodshed and took a look around. He came out with a wooden stick that was as thick as an arm and more than one meter long. Ji Lang just came out of the cave and was stunned when he saw the big wooden stick.

He rushed over quickly and said, "No, they won't be able to withstand a few hits with such a thick stick!" He wanted to reach out and grab the man, but he was still holding a pot in his hand.

Qing Jiu casually stuck the wooden stick into the snow pile nearby and took the pot and bowl from Ji Lang's hand, "I'm not going to hit you, I just want to scare you, you go back to the house quickly." He had just drunk the hot soup, and it would be easy to get sick if he came out from the cold and hot weather.

Ji Lang nodded and glanced at the place where his stick was inserted. "Oh, you're done. This is the snowman that little Tao Rong built."

She had gathered her friends to build the snowman with her for quite some time, but Qing Jiu's stick immediately turned them into loose sand, although it didn't look like a snowman in the first place.

Qing Jiu: ...