Return to Primitive Society and Become a Chief

The patriarchs returned to the Lihuo tribe, and while trimming, the Ji thief evenly distributed the captured prey. This calculation surprised Ji thief a little.

The prey is evenly distributed to the hands of each tribe, about 400 heads.

Chief Lin and the others are happy, but the Lihuo people are a little unhappy. You know, the Lihuo tribe has gained nearly a hundred in the past day.

As a result, for this hunting, everyone had prepared for more than ten days, and what they got in their hands was only the gains of the past four or five days, but anyone who was not a fool knew that he had lost the account.

But what everyone could not understand was that Ji Thief was not only not depressed about this, but on the contrary, he was very happy.

As a result, everyone thought that Ji Thief had a problem with his head.

In fact, what most people don't know at all is that the prey is placed in the hands of the Lin tribe, and there is basically no difference between it and the Lihuo tribe. Anyway, after the circulation, it still has to be in their own hands.

On the fourth day of the repair, the Engineering Department made the first batch of copper pots.

Although there are only a dozen or so copper pots that can't be used by so many people, after all, in the past, when everyone was eating, several people were sitting together.

However, Ji Zei also had his way. He sent these copper pots to the catering department, and then went to personally instruct him. After a busy day, he finally used the fat from the prey to stir-fry enough food.

When the food was stir-fried, everyone couldn't help drooling.

It was night, and everyone tasted delicious food.

Although not much, the fresh way of eating fried pork still makes everyone full of praise.

"It turns out that this way of eating is better than cooked food, patriarch, why didn't you say it before?"

In Ji Thief's hall, a group of people in charge gathered together, and A Liang yelled at Ji Thief while eating the stir-fry on the table.

Tushan sat across from Aliang, and the two swallowed desperately into their stomachs like a game.

Seeing this, Ji Thief was a little speechless: "Can you be more reserved, everyone is here, why, let you two eat it?"

Hearing that the two of them laughed slyly: "Isn't that too delicious."

Ji Zei rubbed his chin: "This is just the beginning. I will wait for more copper pots to be made in the future to ensure that everyone can eat stir-fry every meal."

Everyone smiled upon hearing this.

"Usma, everyone can eat stir-fried dishes. You can't help it. This month, your salary plus two hundred currency." Ji Thief said.

The corners of Usma's mouth twitched and stood up: "Many, thank you patriarch...

Before the word adult fell, he thumped and sat down again.

Seeing this, Aliang asked in confusion: "Usma, are you too happy to stand still?"

Usma supported the table with both hands, panting in her throat, and barely raised a smiley face and said, "Yes, maybe."

When talking, he panted even harder.

Upon seeing this, the thief frowned: "Usma, what's wrong with you?"

"I, I don't know what's going on. Recently, my body is getting more and more uncomfortable. In general, I always feel a little swollen in my head, and I also feel a little sick." Uthma rubbed his head and said.

The thief Ji couldn't help but correct his attitude: "Is it the reason for being too tired? If this is the case, you should rest for a few days and put aside your work."

As a vital talent in the tribe, Ji thief didn't want Usma to go to work with illness. If something went wrong, it would be too late to regret it.

"No, the unused patriarch, I, I can still continue to work." As he said these words, Uthma's breathing became more and more rapid.

Seeing this, Ji thief frowned, put down his chopsticks and walked over, put his hand on Usma's forehead, and was taken aback: "Why is your head so hot? You fellow, don't say it when you are sick, Aqi."

Hearing this, Aqi stood up immediately: "My patriarch."

"Quickly, go to the medical department!"

When the words fell, the thief directly carried Usma on his back, carried him on his back, kicked the door open, and headed towards the medical department.

When the other persons in charge saw this, they looked at each other, then put down the chopsticks in their hands and followed them.

Everyone followed the thief all the way to the medical department, and then put Usma down. Before Aqi went to get the medicinal materials used to lower her body temperature, Usma who was lying on the bed of the medical department wowed and lay down. By the bed, he vomited with painful face.

For a while, the stench was tangy.

Ji thief was so anxious when he saw this, why did he vomit up?

He sat next to Usma and kept patting Usma on the back.

Xue Xue ran out and brought in the broom that the thief had woven with thatch before to clean up the filth that Usma vomited.

"Aqi! Haven't come yet?" Seeing all kinds of pain on Usma's face, Ji Thief was not calm, and shouted.

"Come, here, here comes."

While talking, Ah Qi ran over holding a jar. She looked at the thief and said, "Master Patriarch, applying these to Master Usma will make him more comfortable. I will start to make the herbs."

The thief nodded and rushed to the people in charge who followed: "Women go out first, Tushan, come over and take off the animal skin from Usma."

Tushan promised to walk up, and according to Ji Zei's instructions, he stripped Usma away, and after that, Ji Zei began to open the jar and shook it. The sound of water was all inside.

He reached in, put the juice in the jar on his hands, and smeared it on Usma.

Every time he touched Usma's skin, the thief could feel the fiery sensation from it.

With this feeling, it was like touching a stove, the hot Ji thief wanted to give up.

After applying Uthma's whole body, the latter also fell into a coma.

"This is sickness, and it shouldn't be so serious. Besides, how come you are sick?" Ji Thief gritted his teeth and muttered puzzledly.

Tushan scratched his head beside him and said, "Could it be because of the relatively cold temperature recently?"

The thief looked at Tushan and said, "Then why are we all right."

"Usma sits there all day and doesn't move. It's definitely not as strong as us."

Tushan's words really make sense.

Sitting there all day long, don't talk about Usma, even a hunk like Tushan will be the root of the disease.

"It seems that I have done too much work for Usma in the past." Ji Thief sighed.

Aliang and the others who stayed in the medical department looked at each other and asked Ji thief, "Then, Lord Patriarch, what shall we do next? Tomorrow is the hunting time agreed with Patriarch Lin and the others."

The thief thought for a while: "Aliang, I will give you this hunting mission. You will take the people with you. I have to stay and take care of Usma. If something happens to him, I will regret it for the rest of my life."

Aliang was slightly surprised when he heard the words: "I, can I? I'm afraid that if you don't follow the patriarch, I will get things done..."

Ji Zei raised his eyelids to look at him: "It's okay. If it breaks, it will be broken. Just take it as an experience. If you succeed, we will earn blood, but if we fail, we will not lose, understand?"

Aliang said, "Okay, okay, then I will try my best."

"Well, you go to rest first, leave me alone here." Ji Thief said.

Tushan shook his head: "I will stay too."

"up to you."

Ever since, during the night of the day, the thief stayed with Usma.

During the process, Usma vomited countless times. At the end of the vomiting, the acid water was vomited out. The constant nausea and twitching movements made the Ji Thief blame himself.

Fearing that Usma would hurt her stomach by vomiting like this, the thief asked Tushan to get some milk from the Ministry of Agriculture and fed it with Usma's mouth.

However, it was not long before the milk entered the abdomen, and he vomited it out again.

It can be said that this night, Ji Thief never stopped.

Early the next morning, Xue came to the medical department to deliver food for Ji Thief.

The thief who had been busy all night was tired and sleepy, and the room after Usma vomited was full of peculiar smell. Although it was cleaned, the smell was not as clean as it would be possible for a while.

"Sister, please take the food home first, I don't have any appetite now." Ji Thief sighed and said.

Xue nodded obediently, hum, flushed, and walked outwards, but when she first walked to the door, her body suddenly shook, her hand holding the food shook, there was a crisp sound, and the dishes in her hands fell to the ground. , Fell a splinter.

The voice alarmed Ji Thief, and he shouted in surprise: "Sister, what's the matter with you?"