Traveling through the world of beasts: Lingquan space has some fields

Under his own witness, the mermaid silk brought by Qin Qiao found a new use. At first, he secretly learned how to make the frame of the lantern from Ma Tian, ​​for fear that others would know that he was stealing his skills.

He wanted to learn how to use this practical thing and bring it back to the tribe.

As it turned out, the people in the other tribe didn't mind him stealing their skills at all, and the orc named Ma Tian actually came to teach him.

He was so flattered that he found today that his blisters were about to burst after being played with by a cub. He did not dare to say anything harsh, but the witch of the Huaxia tribe was even angrier than him.

He wandered around in the Huaxia witch's cave, making Qin Fan dizzy. "Can you please be quiet?"

"I'm just worried that the little wolf will be taken care of!" Cubs are the focus of tribe protection no matter where they are, and he doesn't want to see the little guy get taken care of.

"Why don't you just go and take a look? Don't you know where Mr. Qiao Xin's cave is?"

Qin Qiao was waiting for this sentence. He clasped his hands together and said in a reserved manner, "Not so good!"

"What's wrong with that? I'll go with you." Qin Fan was afraid of him.

Qin Qiao was still very reliable in front of outsiders. He acted like the young patriarch of the Qinhe tribe and knocked on Qiao Xin's door.

When Lang Rui went to open the door, he was surprised to see two people from the Qinhe tribe and let them in.

Seeing the basins and buckets all over the floor of Qiao Xin's house, they were obviously stunned. Why were they washing animal hair?

Qiao Xin boiled some warm water and washed the wool with soap to remove any remaining dirt, grease and sand.

Wool shrinks easily when exposed to heat, so Qiao Xin did not dare to use too hot water, just to prevent her hands from feeling cold.

After washing several times, the dirt on the wool will be removed and it will become white.

Lang Yu then smiled, "Wow, it's really white!"

All the adults in the room laughed, including Qin Qiao and Qin Fan who had just arrived.

Qiao Xin scratched his nose and said, "Of course it's white. It's just that yaks don't take baths, so their fur is very dirty. Once washed, it will be white."

Qin Qiao asked curiously, "What are these animal hairs used for?" There were many yaks living near their tribe, and they also hunted them, but their hair was too long, so everyone cut the hair short and tanned it into animal skins to use as blankets.

Qiao Xin replied: "We can spin this wool into yarn and weave it into clothes, which are more close-fitting and warmer than animal skins."

Wool actually has other uses, but Qiao Xin doesn't know them.

She only knew how to knit sweaters and blankets. As for making woolen cloth, felt or anything else, she had never learned it.

Qin Qiao's eyes widened, "How to spin?"

Qin Tian tugged at his animal skin skirt. You can’t just keep going on and on just because they are defenseless against you. If you try to find out the secrets of their tribe, you might end up being locked up here weaving silk for the rest of your life.

Qin Qiao ignored him. He knew he was going too far. He asked, and if the female didn't want to talk, he wouldn't continue asking.

But what if she is willing to tell him? Then he would win. Their Qinhe tribe is at the source of the Qinhe River. The temperature there is much lower than here, and the winter is very difficult to endure.

Qiao Xin didn't mind telling the Qinhe tribe, who could provide them with the mermaid silk, about this method. After all, they came from far away, and she used the mermaid silk they brought, and they didn't ask for any compensation.

Just as a return of favor, "There is a spinning wheel that can be used to spin thread directly. I can't give you this spinning wheel, but I can teach you another way to spin thread, using a spindle."

Spinning wheels involve bearings, and Qiao Xin has no intention of teaching this technology to anyone outside the tribe.

Qin Qiao really didn't expect that this female who was respected as an adult would be so generous. This made him feel a little embarrassed and his face was burning.

Lang Yu, who was smashing ginger nearby, glanced at the young male orc. Haha, he stopped playing such childish tricks when he was fifteen.

How can you beat Qiao Xin, a hunter who won't release the eagle until he sees the rabbit?

Qiao Xin: "You're welcome. I used your two pieces of shark silk..." Qiao Xin paused here.

Sure enough, Qin Qiao was very understanding and waved his hands repeatedly, "Two pieces of shark silk are given to you." Qin Qiao felt that he had taken a greater advantage and did not have the nerve to ask for any reward.

He originally came here to get recognition, but he didn't expect to get such a big surprise.

"I also brought some breeding bubbles with me. I can weave any color of shark silk you want for you."

Qiao Xin despised herself in her heart, wondering why she had done that to this young man. "Okay, okay, I think your black one is fine." It has a high density and is breathable, making it very suitable for making down jackets.

It’s so nice to have someone give you a pillow when you’re sleepy.

Qin Qiao waved his hand and said, "I have more than a dozen colors, I can weave them all, but a lot of my algae died, and it takes time to grow them again. When they grow enough, I will weave one for you."

Qiao Xin: "Thank you so much. I'll teach you how to knit a sweater later. I prefer black, white and red."

Why white and red? She just thinks these two colors look better than black when used to make lanterns. The whole tribe is shrouded in black lanterns, which is a bit scary.

A pure white lantern can be quite spooky, but if it is made into a gauze lantern and painted with landscapes, flowers and birds, it becomes a work of art.

Lang Rui, who was standing by, took note of the colors that Qiao Xin liked, and he would specifically hunt for animal skins of these colors in the future.

Qin Qiao finalized the matter and started to help right away, learning how to clean it. These are very important parts. After all, animal hair smells very bad, and the mermaids are very clean.

With more manpower, the cleaning process can be faster.

Qiao Xin wrung the wool dry, hung it on a rack, and placed it on the brazier. In order to control the temperature, she hung it quite high.

She didn't continue cleaning up the rest, but went to the firewood pile and took a wooden stick as thick as an arm.

The spindle is simple to make. It is a strange thing with two thin ends and a round wooden disc in the lower middle. Qiao Xin took out a piece of hard iron wire from the space, folded it into the shape of a hook, and fixed it to one end of the thin wooden stick. It looks like a deformed Tuo Luo.

Qiao Xin took a strand of wool from the shelf and combed it with the finest-toothed comb to make it fluffy. She didn't even need to twist it into long strips. The wool was long enough to hang on the hook of the spindle.

With a gentle rub of the spindle, the spindle turns, and the loose wool instantly turns into yarn.

Qin Fan, who had been keeping calm all this time, suddenly exclaimed, "It really became a line!"

Generally speaking, this kind of cut hair is of no use.

Qiao Xin smiled, "As long as it's soft wool, it can be made into thread using this method." After saying that, Qiao Xin took out another ball of cotton from the space, and used the same method to make cotton thread.

Qin Qiao looked at the woolen thread that was thinner than a hair and asked, "How can such thread be made into clothes?"

Qiao Xin looked at Qin Qiao and asked, "How do you weave algae into silk?"

Qin Qiao hesitated for a moment and looked at Qin Fan. Qin Fan nodded, and Qin Qiao spoke, "Our bloodline power can extract threads from the algae, and then weave these threads together, like weaving a rattan basket."

Qiao Xin nodded. This was probably similar to weaving, except that Blue Star used machines, while the mermaids used blood power.

It was still far from the loom she wanted.