I am a primitive

Then turn around and leave from here.

Of course it wasn't because after the comparison, he was attacked by his daughter-in-law and couldn't stay here any longer.

The two of them have lived together for so long, and Bai Xuemei has seen all kinds of embarrassment. Han Cheng may still feel unnatural or ashamed when he is around the others.

With Bai Xuemei, such a thing simply does not exist.

He left at this time to go to the bamboo forest to cut some bamboo and make some bamboo needles to prepare for the next sweater.

When I came to the edge of the bamboo forest, I saw some small bamboo shoots emerging from some places.

It was only then that Han Cheng remembered that the bamboo shoots were about to sprout at this time of year.

In order to prevent the bamboo shoots from being trampled, Han Cheng went back with an axe. He went to the carpenter's room to find a piece of old bamboo that had been cut down before, and used the old bamboo to make sweater needles.

The sweater needles made by Han Cheng are very thin, similar to the bamboo sticks used to pierce the gluten sold in later generations.

Knitting a sweater is different from knitting a scarf. The yarn used to knit a scarf is generally thick, and the corresponding sweater needles are also thick.

The wool for knitting sweaters is relatively thin, so naturally fine needles are also used.

Of course, thick needles can also knit sweaters, but the gaps between the yarns will become larger, and the effect of keeping warm is not [-] to [-] percent worse.

These few sweater needles were made by Han Cheng very carefully, the ends were not so sharp, mainly because they were worried that they might poke their hands, and the tops were scraped as smooth as possible.

Otherwise, the yarn will be caught on the way of knitting...

After Han Cheng made these few sweater needles, Bai Xuemei also used the spinning top to make a lot of wool.

"Next, I will let you see how I use such a thread to make clothes!"

Han Cheng, who was holding a sweater needle, said confidently, attracting Bai Xuemei's face of admiration, she almost skipped and clapped her hands, and stars appeared in her eyes.

Han Cheng, who said he was so powerful, was actually far less stable in his heart.

He is no stranger to sweaters, scarves, woolen gloves, etc., but most of them are made by watching others, and there are not many opportunities to practice by himself.

If it wasn't for an experience in junior high school, as a boy, Han Cheng would never have learned such a skill.

In junior high school, most of them also reached the age of first love.

When Han Cheng was in junior high school, when the weather got cold, knitting scarves and other things became a trend.

Of course, girls are basically weaving, a few of them use it for themselves, and most of them give it to boys they like.

Boys buying wool and asking girls they like to weave scarves are also common and routine operations.

At that age, except for a very few people, most people will have some favorite objects.

Han Cheng is no exception.

Looking at the scarf knitted by my partner around the girl I love, with an intoxicated face and the appearance of being wrapped in happiness, it is impossible not to be envious.

Then Han Chengcheng couldn't hold back his young heart that was just about to move, and bought wool with the money he had saved for a long time, and sent it to the girl he liked...

then……

Needless to say the process, the final result is that the wool returned to Han Cheng's hands.

Then the boy at that time was very stubborn and knit the wool into a sweater...

The sweater was finished, and Han Cheng gave up...

Han Cheng shook his head with a smile, it was all because of his youth and ignorance back then.

Thinking about it now, I didn’t feel bad about being rejected at all. Why did most people at that time let their favorite objects wear scarves, but I insisted on doing nothing and buying so much wool to make people knit sweaters.

It’s also a good name, wearing it on the body, the whole person will be wrapped in a deep love, and it will be warm wherever you go, and you don’t have to worry about the cold anymore...

Shaking his head to shake the unbearable and youthful past out of his mind, Han Cheng took the wool from Bai Xuemei's hand, moved his fingers a few times, and 'tucked' the wool on the sweater needle.

This is the first stitch.

Then hold a sweater needle in one hand, first wind the thread around one needle, and then pick it up with the other needle, and there will be another woolen thread on the sweater needle, which is the second stitch. .

Having not done this for many years, Han Cheng seemed a little rusty at this moment.

However, this rustiness disappeared after about 20 injections.

The sense of familiarity honed after incarnating as a stubborn boy returns once again.

Bai Xuemei's eyes widened.

This is not only because she found that Brother Cheng really has a way to make this piece of wool into clothes, but more importantly, she found that Brother Cheng, who is not good at needlework on weekdays, when faced with wool, The fingers are so flexible...

Knitting a sweater is different from knitting a scarf. A scarf is a flat surface, which can be easily made with two sweater needles. A sweater is a cylinder, which requires four needles.

Three needles form a cylinder, and the other needle picks back and forth.

Roughly, there are two methods: top-down and bottom-up.

Knock down from the neckline, and the sweater that is punched out looks better than a sweater that is punched from the bottom up.

However, the method is also more complicated.

Han Cheng, a stubborn young man, was not stubborn enough at the beginning. He only learned to fight from the bottom up, but he didn't learn the more complicated way to fight from the top to the bottom.

But at this time, it is enough.

I remember that when my woolen yarn was returned, there was a small note stuffed inside, saying that it was all for Han Chenghao.

Han Cheng has never understood how this move is for his own good. For his own good, he wants to hurt his heart?

Now, Han Cheng understood that it was indeed for his own good.

If he didn't have the previous experience, even if he got the wool out at this time and knew the magic weapon of sweater to keep out the cold, he could only stare blankly.

This is knowing in advance that I will time travel!

And it's still time travel to such a primitive era...

Under Bai Xuemei's admiring gaze, Han Cheng, who turned into a god of skillful hands, kept moving his hands. Gradually, he punched out the bottom of the sweater. There were only five layers, but it was even a circle.

Looking at Bai Xuemei who looked at him with admiration and joy, Han Cheng was filled with joy.

As time went by, the stubborn young man had come to the primitive society and became a husband and father.

Picking up the sweater and knitting the sweater again, the mood has become different.