Chapter 372 The wolf that doesn't bite the deer and the grassroots with a sore butt
Those deer who were clearly at a disadvantage and were waiting to be slaughtered did not take advantage of the situation and run away. Instead, they looked at them here as if nothing happened to them.
The most outrageous thing was that the deer actually stood with the wolves, imitating the wolves and shaking its head at them.
The four grassroots people did not fight hard, but stopped when faced with six wolves that bared their teeth.
While confronting the wolf, I cursed these stupid wolves in my heart.
Logically speaking, we should be a team, okay?
After this confrontation for a while, the grassroots people slowly retreated, and a few wolves stared at them.
Their retreat does not mean that they are giving up the food on their lips, but that they are preparing to attack from other places.
However, after trying this several times, I was stopped by a few stupid wolves every time.
Looking at the sky, Cao Gen's last bit of patience was finally worn away. He shouted, and he and a few others threw stones at the deer, preparing to drive the deer away, and attack the herd from a place where the wolves could not protect them.
deer.
There are quite a few ungrown deer in the herd, and I can't catch even one or two.
With so many deer at your fingertips, these wolves won't attack you and others no matter what.
It's nice to think about it, but the reality will always slap you with cold rain on your face.
This is the blood-soaked insight gained by the scarred grass roots lying on the ground based on personal experience.
He raised his head and looked at the group of wolves disappearing together with the deer, and felt pain all over his body.
What happened to me this day!
He held his butt and stood up with some difficulty, wrapping the scattered animal skins around his body again.
Thinking of what he had just experienced, he had the urge to cut into pieces the deer with branches and antlers on its head.
It is not unusual to be bitten by a wolf, but after being bitten by a wolf, you fall to the ground, and then what happens when a deer that is supposed to be its prey slaps you on the buttocks with the horns of Zhizhi Yaya?
This can’t be blamed on Uncle Lu’s shameless use of his horns to greet Cao Gen and others’ key parts. In fact, when he was practicing with Fu Jiang, the one he attacked the most was Fu Jiang’s butt.
Now that I have changed into a human being, I will go up as the trend goes...
Holding Caogen, who had a missing buttocks, and three other people who had the same experience, they found their own weapons from the grass, supported each other, and limped toward the south. It was quite sad that the heroes were dying.
This group of deer cannot be let go no matter what. Whether it is revenge for the butt or consideration for the stomach, the result will not change!
This was a decision jointly made by the grassroots and the other people in the tribe after meeting other people in the tribe.
Early the next morning, under the leadership of the Cao Gen people who had recovered somewhat, they headed towards the place where the Cao Gen people were brutally tortured with prepared weapons and full of expectations.
Nearby, while looking for fruits that can be stored to satisfy hunger, one also keeps an eye on the traces of deer, waiting to chase the deer and enjoy a sumptuous meal.
Neither Uncle Lu nor General Fu knew how to talk to others, so naturally there was no way to tell Han Cheng about the bullying they had done together.
Otherwise, Han Cheng would definitely not be here thinking hard about weaving things. Instead, he would lead his senior brothers and others to deal with those guys who dared to take advantage of their herd in an extremely protective manner.
They are generally reluctant to kill this group of deer, but those unrelated people dare to take advantage of them. How can Han Cheng just sit back and do nothing?
The next day was still a nice day, but a little colder.
After the people of the Qingque tribe had a meal and drank some salt water, the deer, led by the deer uncle, left the tribe and went out to find grass. Along with them were Fu Jiang and Wu Xiaofu.
Since Bai Xuemei's arrival, Fu Jiang's time spent hanging out with the deer has gradually increased.
Deer go out to eat grass. This is something everyone in the Qingque tribe has long been accustomed to. It has been almost two years since the spring of Qingque's third year, and there has never been any trouble.
No one paid much attention to this. After the deer left, they continued to do what they should do according to the arrangements of the Son of God as before.
In the spare room, Han Cheng, who was focused on weaving, was also concentrating on studying the weaving tools.
In front of him, there were two rectangular wooden frames, one one meter long and half a meter wide, and the other ninety-five centimeters long and half a meter wide.
The longer wooden frame is at the top, and the shorter wooden frame is at the bottom.
One end of the short wooden frame below is aligned with the long wooden frame, and the other end is drilled with holes. Many five-centimeter-long bamboo sticks, not much thicker than toothpicks, are firmly nailed to it.
The distance between these bamboo sticks is very small, only about three millimeters, and some small grooves are carefully carved on them to increase friction.
Each bamboo stick is tied with a relatively thin twine, and the other end of the twine is tied on this side of the wooden frame.
These vertically tied lines are very tight and balance each other without intersecting.
The same operation was done on the wooden frame above, and these many threads were tied using the same technique.
The difference is that there are no toothpick-like things on the other end of the wooden frame above.
All the wires are tied to the wooden frame.
And the upper line and the lower line are staggered and do not overlap.
These thin hemp threads were made by people from the Han Chengrang tribe who used thread tops to spin hemp fibers.
In the middle of the other side of the wooden frame above, a finger-thick hemp rope is tied, and the hemp rope is placed on a crossbar of the wooden frame that is erected there.
"Wow."
Han Cheng, who was sitting at this end, pulled the thick rope in his hand, and the other end of the large wooden frame rose up, along with the rope tied to it.
There is a separation between the rope on the big wooden frame and the rope on the small wooden frame below, and there is an angle in the middle.
Han Cheng stepped on the rope with his feet to prevent it from falling, and then passed a relatively smooth wooden stick held in his other hand through the angle.
The thin linen thread wrapped on the wooden stick also passed through the angle and stayed inside.
Han Cheng used his hands to push the horizontal hemp thread tightly inward to make it closer to the other hemp threads.
Then he released the rope he was stepping on, and the large wooden frame that was pulled up fell down.
Because the twine on the small wooden frame is tied to the erected bamboo sticks, after the large wooden frame completely falls, the rope tied to the large wooden frame also comes under the rope on the small wooden frame.
An angle is formed again between the two.
Han Cheng once again put the wooden stick used as a shuttle through the angle, and then pulled up the big wooden frame...
In this way, horizontally and vertically, together and down, these originally just single threads are intertwined vertically and horizontally to form cloth...
