Seeing Xu Chen come back with a piece of wood after working for a long time, she felt very strange and wanted to ask, but she still controlled her emotions forcibly. She didn't want Xu Chen to despise her.
However, the primitive expression package seriously betrayed her inner activities.
"spindle!"
Xu Chen sat down next to her and pointed to the spindle in his hand to explain.
Ye Duzui nodded to show that he heard.
"Do you want to know what I am doing?"
Xu Chen smiled and picked up a bunch of kneaded fibers.
This sentence was too complicated, Ye didn't understand it, and a trace of confusion appeared on his face.
Xu Chen couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
There has always been an insurmountable communication barrier between himself and this group of savages.
Their language is too simple and is limited to expressions of words.
It's a bit complicated and I can't understand it.
The consequence of this is that he has become less and less able to speak. He has to change his speaking habits in vernacular and try to use the most concise words and a large number of movements to express his meaning.
However, the matter of spinning thread is too complicated, and the language system that has just begun to sprout is too pale to be explained at all.
So he could only demonstrate it live.
First, knead the loosened hemp silk again, try to make every fiber completely spread out, then slowly pull out a thin strand from it and wrap it around the spindle, then hold the spindle with one hand and turn your wrist, and the hemp silk will
As the spindle rotates, it starts to be twisted into a thin thread and wound up.
This is the simplest and oldest spinning pattern.
Just like rubbing a straw rope.
After every few turns of winding, gently pull the hemp bundle to keep the fibers even.
Xu Chen's movements were very clumsy, because this was also the first time in his two lives that he was spinning thread.
Because I am not familiar with the movements, the thickness of the pulled out twine is not very uniform, and it has a lumpy feeling.
Ye looked surprised, but at the same time very confused.
At this time, she already understood that Xu Chen wanted to use this thinner bark silk to twist the rope.
But what is the use of such a thin rope?
"Rope...gah!"
Finally unable to restrain her curiosity, the little female savage spoke, but because she was unhappy, she stubbornly expressed her dissatisfaction in another way.
Xu Chen stared: "Rope!"
Ye shrank his neck slightly, and then whispered aggrievedly: "Rope!"
Xu Chen smiled slightly and nodded, stopped spinning and pointed at the thin thread and said: "Thread!"
Then he turned around and pointed at the straps of the backpack: "Rope."
Ye's face was confused.
Xu Chen had no choice but to use his fingers to make a thick and thin gesture, and then pointed at the hemp thread and bark rope respectively to explain: "Thread, thin, rope, thick, you know?"
Ye finally understood and nodded, but he was still puzzled. He pointed at the twine and asked in a low voice: "Thread, Moxi quack!"
This Xu Chen couldn't explain or explain, so he put the spindle in her hand and made a motion to continue pulling the thread. Ye quickly took it and imitated Xu Chen's previous movements and slowly moved the spindle around, while Xu Chen stood beside her.
After a few careful instructions, Ye soon started to use it in a good way.
Xu Chen stood up, picked up the stone ax and went into the woods again.
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The sun slowly sets, the red clouds in the sky reflect through the mountains, and the sky and the earth are clear and vast.
Thick flocks of birds circle and sing as they return to their nests.
The small river at the foot of the mountain looks like a jade belt, winding through the green river beach and heading towards the mouth of the valley not far away.
In front of the cave, the smell of food began to fill the air.
On the edge of the fire pit, several clay pots were simmering in the charcoal fire and steaming.
A strong fragrance emanates from these clay pots.
Under the temptation of the aroma of food, many savages began to swallow their saliva non-stop, and even kept looking towards the fire pit while working.
A group of children had already gathered around the fire pit, watching a row of earthen jars sucking their mouths. Even their favorite clay figurine dolls were scattered all over the floor.
In the current era of delicious food, everything you love is discarded like worn-out shoes.
The delicious stew leaves them irresistible.
"嘢寯~yo寯~"
During this difficult wait, when they heard the mother's daily call for food, almost everyone dropped their things at the same time, and rushed to the fire pit in a swarm of cheers. In the blink of an eye, the surrounding fire pit was densely packed and airtight.
The women who were responsible for sharing the food also couldn't contain their excitement. They quickly opened the pottery bowls, took the pots out of the firepit with animal skins, took the shells and began to distribute the food.
As the food is poured into the bowl, a stronger aroma comes out, and the sound of swallowing saliva can be heard densely.
Xu Chen was also so hungry that his chest pressed against his back. As soon as he heard the call, he dropped the stone ax and the wooden stick in his hand and squeezed into the middle of the crowd.
The mother sat in her seat with a satisfied and kind smile on her face.
Not only is the stew delicious, it is also soft and delicious. It is the most suitable food for old people like her who have bad teeth.
And if you eat it hot, your stomach will feel very comfortable.
All these changes were brought about by Xu Chen.
So she personally handed the first bowl of food to Xu Chen's hands.
Xu Chen was not polite, took it and sat down quickly, picked up the chopsticks and started eating.
Although there is enough food recently, I still eat two meals a day.
One meal at sunrise and another at sunset.
On weekdays, Ye and a group of children would pick some wild fruits or catch some fish and shrimp to cook on a stone slab.
After getting used to getting something for nothing, Ye and a group of children didn't go down the mountain today, so they were naturally hungry all day long.
As the food was delivered to everyone one after another, a group of primitive people all began to eat in a hurry, with very few people talking.
After a while, after half a bowl of hot food was eaten, the mood of the dinner slowly became lively, and people began to joke and joke.
One bowl per person, divided evenly, multigrain porridge and some mutton soup, and a little leek and scallion sauce.
Due to the lack of various spices such as salt and aniseed pepper, the mutton tastes bad.
But even so, this kind of food is already rare and delicious.
Even though Xu Chen was not used to it, his strong desire to eat still made him unable to refuse this taste.
At least this is much more delicious than the blackened snake meat and turtle meat.
After finishing a large bowl of rice porridge and meat soup, Xu Chen remembered that he had stewed a can of thorn melon, so he pointed at the earthen pot still placed in the fire pit and gestured to Ye.
Ye Jia lowered his head and took a small mouthful of food and ignored him.
A woman next to him quickly took Xu Chen's bowl, opened the earthen jar and looked at it, then scooped out a few pieces from clam shells and put them in his bowl.
Mother asked a strange question, and a woman explained a few words. Mother nodded and asked for some for herself.
No one has eaten this kind of thorny melon since it got old.
However, after simmering, the aroma becomes very strong.
Xu Chen took the bowl and picked up a piece to taste. It tasted almost like boiled pumpkin. It was soft and glutinous with a hint of sweetness, which turned out to be very good.
"Sigh!"
After tasting it, Momba nodded with a smile on her face, her wrinkled face filled with smiles.
So a group of savages stretched out their bowls one after another, and soon the small jar of stewed thorn melon was divided up.
Then there was a burst of squeaking praise.
Xu Chen has a black face.
He vowed to correct the language habits of these primitive people in his lifetime.
Soon after the meal was finished, men, women, old and young slowly dispersed. The men took advantage of the dusk to organize their tools and weapons, while the women put away the dishes and cutlery, and then put the children into their holes to sleep.
Xu Chen brought a branch collected at the entrance of the cave to Mu Ba, and communicated with her that he hoped to arrange for people to collect a large amount of this bark and some seeds of this tree starting tomorrow.
Although Mu Ba didn't understand Xu Chen's purpose, she still agreed to them all.
After talking about Ma, Xu Chen pointed at the entrance of the cave and the fire pond and drew pictures for a while. The mother still half understood what she was hearing, but she still nodded and let Xu Chen make arrangements for himself.
Both things were supported, and Xu Chen felt relieved. He picked up the stone ax and stick and started chopping again.
To weave cloth, twine alone is not enough; you also need a loom.
The waist loom is a simple weaving tool that has been around since ancient times when humans were able to weave. The structure is very simple and only requires a few pieces of wood. This ancient weaving method is still retained by many ethnic minorities in Yunnan and Guizhou.
Almost all of them have become intangible cultural heritage.
He even bought a few tie-dyed and embroidered homespun souvenirs to hang at home, and they were not cheap.
The reason why it is not cheap is that it is slow, has low output, and requires a lot of time.
A skilled housewife can probably weave more than a foot long in one continuous day.
But now these primitive people are not short of time, because for them, two meals a day is everything. They eat at sunrise and rest at sunset. They don’t have much sense of time. The concept of living is to fill their stomachs.
Target.
But this concept of life at the animal level is no longer suitable for the continued development of humans.
Xu Chen must lead them on the road to prosperity and strength.