The glove is very strange, because it is not so much a glove as it is a small long-haired square pocket made of leather, and there is no separate thumb.
But Han Cheng was already very happy. He couldn't wait to open the opening of the pocket-like gloves and put his right hand in.
The furry, smooth and smooth rabbit skin wrapped the entire hand, and a warmth had been transferred from the top to the hand, as if the whole hand was being rubbed by something soft and beautiful.
Yes, you read that right, the gloves made by Han Cheng have the hair on the inside and the leather on the outside.
It doesn’t matter whether they are beautiful or not. His first requirement for making gloves is warmth, and everything else has to be put aside.
As for the matter of how the fur will be attached if there is no skin left, there is no need to think about it. His tribe lacks everything except skins. It is far from those old sheepskin jackets that are meant to be worn for a lifetime and passed down if possible.
Give the next generation what the ancients could imagine.
Seeing Han Cheng's movements and the joy on his face, Wu seemed to understand something.
When Han Cheng saw the witch looking at him, he took off his gloves, motioned to the witch to stretch out his hand, and then put it on for the witch.
When Han Cheng put on the gloves for him, Wu's hands seemed a little stiff, obviously he was very unfamiliar with this weird thing.
After the gloves were put on his hands, Wu's expression changed. He felt the warmth, and at the same time he gently swayed up and down, left and right. This weird thing wrapped his hands tightly, unlike the previous use of ropes to wrap the beast.
The leather wraps around your hands and will fall apart if you're not careful, and it will also make your hands uncomfortable.
Wu felt the warmth, and his eyes couldn't help but light up, because he remembered that every year, many people in the tribe had hands that were covered in red, swollen, ulcerated, and cracked hands due to the cold.
If everyone in the tribe had two of these things, taking their hands out when working and putting their hands in when not working, how much less would the people in the tribe suffer?
And if you take good care of your hands, you will be much more efficient whether you are hunting or doing other things.
"Is this a god?"
The shaman with bright eyes pointed quietly at the sky, then turned around and pointed at the totem pole in the inner hole, then brought the glove in his hand to Han Cheng's eyes, looking at Han Cheng with anticipation and excitement.
Seeing the witch's appearance, Han Cheng could not dissuade the witch. He nodded and said: "Yes, God."
The piety on the witch's face became even more pious: "This?"
He asked aloud, holding up the gloves in his hands.
Han Cheng watched for a while before he realized that Wu was asking for the name of the gloves.
This actually made it difficult for Han, because in the witch tribe, there was no word for gloves at all.
Han Cheng racked his brains but could not come up with a suitable word with similar meaning to tell Wu that these were gloves.
Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind. Since there is no word glove in the tribe, why not just create it himself?
Isn’t this how your vocabulary increases day by day?
"Gloves."
Han Cheng spoke straight Mandarin.
There was a look of confusion on the wizard's face. Apparently he didn't understand what the word "glove" meant, because he had never been exposed to such weird words.
Han Cheng now takes as much trouble as when the witch taught him to speak the language of the tribe.
He pointed at the gloves and said again: "This is a glove."
The first two words are spoken in the tribe's language, while the latter words are spoken in straight Mandarin.
"Gloves?"
Wu repeated Han Cheng's words, his voice seemed very lame and jerky,
However, Han Cheng was overwhelmed by the familiar pronunciation he heard from someone else for the first time since he came here.
People are all emotional beings. It doesn’t mean that we can stop thinking about many things if we don’t want to. It’s just that we suppress them in our hearts and don’t think about them due to various reasons.
"Gloves."
Han Cheng suppressed the turbulence in his heart, pointed at the gloves in Wu's hand and repeated again, his pronunciation was very serious, even more attentive than when he took the Putonghua certificate test.
"Gloves."
Wu repeated.
After repeating it three or four times, Wu had already made it sound.
Wu wanted to return the gloves to Han Cheng, but Han Cheng didn't ask for them. Wu was more afraid of the cold as he was older, and he had a great favor for saving his life. Such things really need to be given to Wu first.
Listening to Wu holding the gloves and walking away, repeating the sound of "gloves" from time to time, Han Cheng had a smile on his face.
Because I had the experience of successfully making one, I spent a lot less time making the second one.
When Han Cheng went to find the witch with the second glove, he found that the witch was placing the glove in front of the stone case in front of the totem pole, muttering heartfelt thanks to God for the gift.
In the past, Han Cheng couldn't understand what the witch said when praying, but it was different today, because from time to time in the witch's unclear words, there would be a well-spoken "glove."
This made Han Cheng feel as happy as if his prank had succeeded.
Han Cheng waited here for a while. After the witch thanked the gods, he put both gloves on the witch.
The witch put on this novel and warm thing, with a heartfelt smile on his face. He shook his gloves back and forth, looking at it curiously. At this moment, the witch did not look like a wise man in the tribe, but an innocent man.
Childlike and childlike.
When Han Cheng's hands naturally hang down, the gloves will fall down unconsciously, and he knows that the gloves are not very suitable.
When he told Wu that the gloves needed to be improved to make them more comfortable to wear, Wu, who understood what Han Cheng meant, shook his head and said that they were already very comfortable now.
However, when Han Cheng took the glove and punched a few more holes, narrowed the opening of the glove, and put it on Wu again, he found that even if he lowered his hand, without deliberately grabbing the rabbit fur from the inside, the glove would not
After it fell off, Wu smiled even happier.
Han Cheng went out and made gloves for himself. Wu, after wearing them for a while, took off the gloves and carefully placed them on the stone. Then he picked up the stone pen and began to create.
He had to hurry up, because now he needed to record a lot of things. Yesterday's breaking the ice to catch fish was just the beginning. Here came another glove that was of great benefit to the tribe.
They are all extremely useful things for the development of the tribe. How can it be done without recording them?
However, when his fingers became stiff from the cold, Wu no longer relied on breathing through his mouth to warm them as before, but carefully and sacredly put on his gloves.
The tribe had a great harvest today! As everyone worked tirelessly, there were three to four hundred more fish in the cave before nightfall!
There are so many fish piled there, which makes people feel at ease just looking at them.
However, a new problem emerged, that is, many people's hands and feet were frostbitten due to long periods of fishing in the ice and snow!
