I am a primitive

Since the arrival of Bai Xuemei, the time that Fu Jiang hangs out with the herd of deer has gradually increased.

The deer go out to graze, this is something that everyone in the Qingque tribe has long been used to. It has been almost two years since the spring of Qingque's third year, and there has never been anything wrong.

No one paid much attention to this. After the herd left, they were still doing what they should do according to the arrangement of the Son of God as before.

In the spare room, Han Cheng, who was concentrating on weaving, was also concentrating on studying the weaving tools.

In front of him, there are two rectangular wooden frames, one is one meter long and half a meter wide, and the other is 95 centimeters long and half a meter wide.

The longer wooden frame is on the top, and the shorter wooden frame is on the bottom.

One end of the short wooden frame below is aligned with the long wooden frame, and the other end is drilled with fine holes, and many bamboo sticks five centimeters long and 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 the friction.

Each bamboo stick is tied with a relatively thin hemp thread, and the other end of the hemp thread is tied to this side of the wooden frame.

These vertically tied threads are tightly stretched and balanced against each other without intersecting.

The same operation was performed on the wooden frame above, and these many threads were tied in the same way.

The difference is that there is no toothpick-like thing 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 coincide.

These thin hemp threads were made by Han Cheng asking the people in the tribe to weave hemp fibers with spinning tops.

In the middle of the other side of the wooden frame above, a finger-thick hemp rope is tied, and the hemp rope is hung on a horizontal bar of the wooden frame standing there.

"Whoa."

Han Cheng, who was sitting at this end, pulled the thick rope in his hand, and the other end of the big wooden frame above 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 included 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 with both ends polished in the other hand through the angle.

The thin hemp thread wrapped around the wooden stick also passed through the corner and remained inside.

Han Cheng used his hands to tighten the hemp thread that passed through it horizontally, so that it would be closer to the rest of the hemp thread.

Then he let go of the rope he was stepping on, and the raised wooden frame fell down.

Because the hemp thread on the small wooden frame was tied to the erected bamboo sticks, after the big wooden frame fell completely, the rope tied on the big wooden frame also came under the rope on the small wooden frame.

Between the two, an angle was formed again.

Han Cheng passed the wooden stick used as a shuttle through the corner again, and then pulled up the big wooden frame...

In this way, horizontally and vertically, together and down, these are originally just a single thread, and they are intertwined vertically and horizontally to form a cloth...

The thirty-seventh chapter of Chang'an is a month, and the sound of thousands of households pounding clothes

Han Cheng's hands-on ability is not strong, and he can't make the Jenny machine that opened the industrial age and opened the door to sheep cannibalism.

He only knows the name of the flying shuttle, but he doesn't know what it looks like.

Not only these things that sound tall, but even the old-fashioned looms that the older generation still use can't make them.

When I was a child, I heard from my family that there was such an old object in the sundry pile of Da Nai's house, and Han Cheng had only heard about it, but had never seen it.

Thinking about it now, Han Chengcheng regrets it. If he had known about it, he would have pulled it out and had a good look at it.

In this case, the first-generation looms in the tribe now would not be so simple and outrageous.

When you use the book, you hate it less, and you don't realize its preciousness until you travel through various life skills.

I knew earlier...

Han Cheng shook his head and smiled wryly. How could so many people know it earlier?

If he had known that he would cross over to this place, Guisun would have gone to find that deadly foreign friend, and would have touched that ghostly talisman-like rock painting with his hands...

Weaving is not a good job, especially for most men who don't like to do a lot of repetitive and careful work, spinning and weaving is enough to make your head hurt.

So is Han Cheng.

These strands of twine are a pain in the ass to look at.

If he hadn't been too eager to own the cloth, Han Cheng would have given up his job a long time ago, and he wouldn't have waited until now.

Han Cheng stood up, and the place where he was sitting just now was replaced by Bai Xuemei, the child's bride-in-law.

After Han Cheng's long indoctrination of "raising silkworms, spinning silk and weaving cloth to make small inners" or "retting hemp and weaving cloth to make small inners", Bai Xuemei's obsession with cloth is stronger than Han Cheng's. to be deep.

Ever since Han Cheng tried to play with the 'loom', she just watched with wide-eyed eyes without blinking, taking everything seriously into her eyes.

People with dreams and hopes are always so motivated. Without Han Chengduo's instructions, Xiaotong's bride-in-law has done all this by herself.

Before Han Cheng could weave much, Bai Xuemei carefully asked Han Cheng that she wanted to try.

Han Cheng, who was already impatient with weaving, was naturally happy to see the results.

Bai Xuemei sat at the place made by Han Cheng, imitating Han Cheng's appearance cautiously and unfamiliarly, pulling the rope with one hand, and shuttled here with the shuttle in the other.

It didn't take long for him to become proficient, and he had far surpassed Han Cheng, the 'first master'.

Not only did Bai Xuemei weave at a fast speed, but the wefts of the weaves were very tight. Compared with the ones woven by Han Cheng before, the cloth was judged as superior.

Han Cheng looked at the child bride who was serious about weaving, and couldn't help sniffling. Can the gap between people not be so big?

It seems that such things as talents are really not covered, such as Bai Xuemei whose hidden 'talent skills' were activated by the loom at the moment...

In the sound of 'bang dong', 'bang dong', which will be heard after a while, the thin twine is continuously woven.

The thin thread, which seemed inconspicuous alone, formed a linen cloth half a meter wide and not yet determined in length after a long period of repeated movements.

Han Cheng is not going to take care of the "loom" thing. What he can do is actually just start. As for the improvement of textile technology and the transformation of loom, these things are often used for weaving. It's people's business.

Practice makes perfect, after a long time of contact, there will always be people who find the shortcomings and make improvements.

These need time to accumulate, and when the accumulation is enough, upgrading will be a matter of course.

Just like Heiwa discovered that using a turntable to make pottery can make pottery better.

No matter how hard we try, the cloth weaved at the very beginning bears rough primitive imprints.