I am a Primitive Man

The glove is weird, because it is not so much a glove as it is a small elongated 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 glove, and put his right hand in.

The fluffy, smooth and smooth rabbit fur wrapped the whole hand, and a warmth had been transmitted from it 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 are made with leather on the inside and outside.

It doesn't matter whether it is beautiful or not, his first requirement for making gloves is warmth, and everything else has to stand aside.

As for the matter of how the fur will not survive, there is no need to think about it. The tribe he belongs to lacks everything, but there is no shortage of leather. Give the next generation what the ancients could have imagined.

Seeing Han Cheng's actions and the joy on his face, Wu seemed to understand something.

Seeing that Wu was looking at him, Han Cheng took off his gloves, motioned for Wu to stretch out his hand, and then put it on for Wu.

When Han Cheng put on the gloves for him, Wu's hands seemed a little stiff, apparently unfamiliar with this weird thing.

After the glove was put on his hand, Wu's expression moved. He felt the warmth, and at the same time shook it up and down, left and right. This weird thing wrapped his hand tightly, unlike the beast that was wrapped with a rope before. The leather wraps around the hand, and if you don't pay attention, it will fall apart, and the hand will be uncomfortable.

Feeling the warmth, Wu's eyes couldn't help but brighten, because he remembered that every year in the tribe, many people's hands were full of red, swollen, festered and cracked due to the cold.

If everyone gets two of these things and puts his hand out when working and puts his hand in when not working, how much less suffering will the people in the tribe suffer?

And if you keep your hands well, whether you are hunting or doing other things, you can improve a lot of efficiency.

This is, God?

The bright-eyed Wu stretched out his fingers to point to the sky, then turned around and pointed to the totem pole in the inner hole, then put the glove in his hand towards Han Cheng's eyes, looking at Han Cheng full of expectation and excitement.

Seeing Wu like this, Han Cheng couldn't ignore Wu's intentions, so he nodded and said, Yes, God.

The piety on Wu's face became more pious: This?

He asked aloud, raising the glove in his hand.

After watching it for a while, Han Cheng realized that Wu was asking about the name of the glove.

This made it difficult for Han Cheng, because in Wu's tribe, there was no word for gloves.

Han Cheng racked his brains and couldn't come up with a suitable word with similar meaning to tell Wu that it was a glove.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind. Since there is no word for gloves in the tribe, shouldn't he just create it himself?

Isn't that how vocabulary increases day by day?

Gloves.

Han Cheng spoke Mandarin in a straight-forward manner.

The witch's face showed doubts, obviously he didn't understand what the word 'gloves' meant, because he had never come into contact with such weird words.

Han Cheng is now as tireless as when the witch taught him to speak the language of the tribe.

He pointed at the glove, and said again, This is the glove.

The first two characters are spoken in the language of the tribe, and the latter is spoken in Mandarin.

Gloves?

Wu repeated Han Cheng's words, his voice was very crappy and jerky,

However, Han Cheng was overwhelmed by the familiar pronunciation he heard from someone else for the first time after coming over from him.

Human beings are emotional animals. There are many things, not to say that you can forget them if you don’t want to, but you just keep them in your heart and don’t think about them due to various reasons.

Gloves.

Han Cheng suppressed the turmoil in his heart, pointed to the glove in Wu's hand and repeated it again. He pronounced it very seriously, and he was more attentive than when he took the Mandarin test.

Gloves.

Wu then repeated.

After repeating it three or four times, Wu has already spoken decently.

Wu wanted to return the gloves to Han Cheng, but Han Cheng didn't want them. Wu was more afraid of the cold when he was older, and he had the great kindness of saving his life. Such things really need to be given to Wu first.

Listening to Wu walking with the gloves in his hands and repeating the sound of gloves from time to time, a smile appeared on Han Cheng's face.

Because of the successful production experience once, it took a lot less time to make the second one.

When Han Cheng took the second glove to find Wu, he found that Wu was putting the glove in front of the stone table in front of the totem pole, muttering his heartfelt thanks for the generous gift from the gods.

In the past, Han Cheng couldn't understand what Wu said when he prayed, but today it is different, because in Wu's vague words, there will be a glove with a correct accent from time to time.

This made Han Cheng feel as happy as if his prank had succeeded.

Han Cheng waited here for a while, and after Wu thanked the gods, he put on both gloves for Wu.

Wu took this novel and warm thing with a heartfelt smile on his face. He shook his gloves back and forth, watching curiously. At this moment, Wu didn't look like a wise man in the tribe, but a person full of innocence. Playful children in general.

When Han Cheng saw Wu's hands hanging down naturally, the gloves would fall down unconsciously, so he knew that the gloves were not very suitable.

When he told Wu that he needed to improve the gloves to make them more comfortable to wear, Wu, who understood Han Cheng's meaning, shook his head again and again, expressing that he was very comfortable now.

However, when Han Cheng took the glove and smashed a few holes again, narrowed the opening of the glove, and put it on again for Wu, he found that even if he hung his hand down, he didn't need to deliberately grab the rabbit fur from the inside, the glove would not hurt. After the meeting fell off, Wu Xiao became even happier.

Han Cheng went out and made gloves for himself, and Wu, after wearing them for a while, took off the gloves, carefully placed them on the stone, and then picked up the stone pen to start his creation.

He has to hurry up, because now he needs to record a lot of things, yesterday's breaking the ice and taking fish just recorded the beginning, and here is another glove that is very beneficial to the tribe.

They are all extremely useful things for the development of the tribe, how can it be done if they are not recorded?

However, when writing for a while, his fingers were frozen and stiff, Wu no longer relied on his mouth to warm him up like before, but put on his gloves carefully and sacredly.

The tribe got a bumper harvest today! With the tireless work of everyone, three or four hundred more fish came out of the cave before nightfall!

There are so many fish piled there, it makes people feel at ease just looking at it.

However, a new problem emerged, that is, because of fishing in the ice and snow for a long time, many people's hands and feet were frostbitten!