A leisurely life in ancient times

Chapter 87 The Different Soil
"The feasibility is too small, this is the Wind Chasing Tribe..." Lang Mo sighed.

In the past, it is not that no tribe has touched the doctors and priests who passed by other tribes. However, doing so not only strengthens the tribe, but also brings disaster to the tribe.

Jiang Qing shook her head and said: "Chihu is stubborn and conceited, and he is definitely not a good man. Chi Jiu followed him, but there was no good result."

Knowing Chihu's temper from Lance's mouth, he is selfish, how could he treat Chi Jiu sincerely.She saw her former self from Chi Jiu, so she persuaded him to make a move.

"The tribe has had a long-standing grievance with the Black Tiger tribe. Even if Chi Jiu agrees, it will be difficult to integrate into the tribe." Lang Mo said frankly, speaking of the tribe is still xenophobic, although it can easily accept outsiders.

The tribe is exclusive in nature, Ruya, who has been in the tribe for many years, has always shown her gentleness and kindness.However, after the real accident.Jiang Qing's words easily disintegrated her years of painstaking efforts.

The reason is the same, only because Ya is not a native of the tribe.No matter how much the tribe doesn't like Huanhuan and Green Tea, they won't reject them in a real sense, but Ya is different in this respect.

Jiang Qing and Ya are also outsiders. The tribe can easily accept Jiang Qing, but they are alienated from Ya who has been with her for more than [-] years. After all, Jiang Qing is recognized by Qian's mother-in-law and is the messenger of the beast god.

But Ya is not recognized by Granny Qian, so Ya is sad.Deliberately and thoughtfully, but in the end it came to nothing.

Thinking about it, Jiang Qing was relieved, but also a little worried.

After all, the tribe is too small, and the vision of everyone in the tribe is too narrow.If you go out and see a wide range of the world, your vision will not be limited by race and gender.

This estrangement and exclusion is deeply rooted.It is not possible to get rid of it overnight, but only slowly.

"The tribe can't be without doctors after all. Although there are some people who know some herbs, they are not doctors after all. Every other line is like a mountain." Jiang Qing sighed softly and rested her head on Lang Mo's chest.

Every day, in the morning, she would do Tai Chi for half an hour, feeling her body getting stronger and stronger.But for some reason, I always feel tired, palpitations and vertigo appear from time to time.

She didn't want Lang Mo to worry, so she kept it a secret.

I guess it was because I was too tired during this period. If I have free time during the dry season, I will be fine if I take a good rest.

Now that the door is finished, we can just leave the rest to Wen Luo and Dadi.

Pottery making should be put on the agenda. Compared with stone tools, pottery is undoubtedly more convenient.Stone tools are too bulky and have mediocre thermal conductivity.The rainy season is fine, but in the dry season, the temperature drops sharply at night, so it may take an hour or two to cook a meal with stone tools at night.

too slow!
It is not difficult to fire pottery, but the difficulty is the soil.Thinking about it, I just feel a headache.

Lang Mo embraced Jiang Qing, he didn't know the importance of doctors, but He Ya did a great job and killed all the tribal doctors, but they couldn't find any clues.

"Doctor, I can only trouble Granny Qian!" Lang Mo said.

Over the years, Grandma Qian's health has deteriorated day by day. If it hadn't been for a major event, no one in the tribe would have dared to bother her.

An old family is like a treasure, and Granny Qian is the mainstay of the tribe and has a high prestige in the tribe.No one wanted her to have an accident, and the food delivered every day was the freshest and best.

"By the way, Lang Mo asked you something?" Jiang Qing raised her head and looked at Lang Mo.

The crowd gathered around the bonfire, sitting and chatting in twos and threes.Looking at Jiang Qing and Lang Mo from time to time, seeing the two leaning together and whispering, there was a clear smile on the corner of their mouths.

Of course, there will also be a few gnashing their teeth.

"What?" Lang Mojian frowned and lowered his head.

"Did you ever see any special soil when you went hunting?" Jiang Qing asked.

She cannot make clay and pottery clay, and hopes to encounter natural clay and pottery clay so that she can make pottery.It takes an hour to stew a wild vegetable soup with stone tools, and you have to worry about whether it will crack.

"What kind of soil?" Lang Mo looked at Jiang Qing with confusion in his eyes.

Jiang Qing gestured: "Like yellowish brown, grayish white, reddish purple..."

"Gray and white, I think I've seen it before." Kong, who was crouching beside Lang Rui and feeding him, stood up and replied.

Jiang Qing was taken aback, and quickly withdrew from Lang Mo's arms, and said anxiously: "Kong, where have you seen gray-white soil?"

Suddenly, Jiang Qing's voice became louder unconsciously.After a while, everyone around stopped talking and looked over.

"I've seen gray-white soil, but I can't seem to remember it." Kong tilted his head, and Lang Rui in his arms was eating a piece of barbecue with relish.

Seeing Lang Mo's black hair, why is this kid still hungry? How much has he eaten?A half-child eats a poor old man, and Lang Rui can eat it before he transforms. Isn't it more edible after transforming?
He remembered that as a child he didn't eat much.Why is Lang Rui so edible?He eats so much, but his body is still so small. Could it be that his talent is to eat a lot?

"I saw reddish-purple soil in a valley south of the tribe..." Xiujiao Didi said, blinking at Jiang Qing, as if hesitant to speak.

On the head is a big red flower the size of an adult's palm, and the gaps in the animal clothes are full.It's really red blinding everyone's eyes!
Hearing Xiu's voice, everyone froze for no reason and pretended not to hear.

Finally had the opportunity to speak, Xiu Na would let it go, and immediately said: "I really saw the reddish purple soil in the valley to the south, and the corn that Jiang Qing mentioned was growing there, a large piece of it is connected..."

"What?" Jiang Qing was taken aback, looked at Xiang Xiu in disbelief, and hurriedly asked, "Are you sure it's the reddish purple soil? Also, you saw corn there, why didn't you mention it when you returned to the tribe?"

After eating barbecue for more than [-] days, she couldn't bear it anymore, and she might have found corn when she heard the show.How could Jiang Qing not be in a hurry, why didn't you make a sound when she found it, she thought no one found it.

With corn, is rice and millet still far away?

Aggrieved, Xiu blinked her watery eyes and said, "Aunt Lan won't let me say..."

When he was wronged, the small eyes narrowed into a line, and he couldn't find it.

Lan Yi choked, it was still her fault!Who made you want to stop your mouth every time you speak.

Jiang Qing silently mourned, Xiu was more lethal than green tea, and she still couldn't talk about important things.Guess, Lan couldn't bear it before she opened her mouth, so she simply asked her to shut up and calm down.

"Aunt Lan, is the southern valley far from the tribe?" Jiang Qing asked.

"It's not far, and it only takes an hour and a half to go back and forth. That valley is remote, and there are not many fruits and few tribes go there." Lan thought for a moment, and said seriously.

Yu Yue glared at Xiu.You said how the child grew up, and if you don't talk about such an important thing, you can't find it every time you open your mouth.

Tonight, if Jiang Qing hadn't asked about the special soil, I'm afraid I would have missed it.Thinking of Jiang Qing's description of the taste of corn, Lan blamed herself. If it wasn't for her negligence, the tribe's newly dug cellars might be full of food!
"Aunt Lan, take me there tomorrow. If it's really a large piece of corn, you won't have to worry about starvation during the dry season." Jiang Qing said with a smile, "The special soil I'm talking about is used to make pottery..."

(End of this chapter)