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

Qiao Xin suddenly thought of something, and she asked Lang Rui: "Where did you get the linen cloth that was used to tie me to you in Blackthorn City?"

Lang Rui has a good memory, and answered immediately when Qiao Xin asked, "I picked it up from the tent of the Huangma tribe next door." As for how he picked it up, Lang Rui did not say.

"That man said he was from the Huangju Tribe." If so many things had not happened at that time, Lang Rui might have really been able to find out where the Huangju Tribe was, and maybe even obtain the tribe's weaving skills.

The mermaid silk made by the power of blood showed no signs of weaving, but the rough jute cloth was obviously not woven by the power of blood.

Wolf Snow, who had been washing wool, suddenly said, "I have a jute robe."

Qiao Xin: "So?"

Lang Xue raised his chin slightly, "I can give it to you for research."

Qiao Xin: “…” What’s the point of researching this? If she can figure out how to weave something just by looking at the cloth, then she wouldn’t need to eat grains and could just become a god.

Qiao Xin gave him a look of disdain and said, "I can't figure it out."

Lang Xue said, "There are things you don't know how to do too!" He thought she knew everything.

If it weren't for the fact that he didn't use the jute robe to exchange for benefits like Lang Yu, Qiao Xin might really draw out her scimitar and fight him.

However, Lang Rui snorted coldly, "You know everything?"

Lang Xue ignored his sarcasm. He had already smelled the scent of ginger milk and didn't expect that his brother could actually do it.

When Qiao Xin smelled the strong scent of ginger, she was also surprised. She didn't expect Lang Yu to be so talented in cooking. She just told him a method and he cooked it by himself.

Lang Yu's family only had two antlered deer, and the milk they could squeeze out was limited, so he made all of it, giving a large bowl to Lang Xue and a small bowl to Lang Yu.

Lang Yu was surprised: "I have one too!"

Lang Yu: “…” Doesn’t he look like someone who loves his cubs?

Lang Yu thanked him sweetly, ate some ginger milk, and praised him word by word, which made Lang Yu look helpless.

Where did this guy learn this!

Lang Xue glanced at Lang Yu and said, “Even food can’t stop your mouth!”

He's my brother, not your brother. Does he need your praise?

Qin Qiao smelled the fragrance and swallowed his saliva, but he couldn't ask the cub for food, so he focused more on the movements of his hands.

Manual spinning is not difficult, but it takes a lot of effort.

On rainy days, the tribesmen don’t have to go out to farm, construction sites and kilns are all closed, and there are many idle workers.

The tasks assigned by the tribe include pounding wheat, grinding flour, and carpentry work for Ma Tian, ​​such as making wooden cabinets, wooden boxes, tables and benches used in the dormitory.

Lang Rui arranged for the females of the tribe to come and learn how to wash wool and spin yarn.

Everyone learned quickly, took the work and went back to their own caves to do it.

Only a few who were familiar with Qiao Xin stayed.

There was a fire in the brazier and stove in Qiao Xin's house, with an iron pot on top. The pot was filled with water and a few large bones were stewed in it. A handful of salt and some chopped green onions were sprinkled on top, and then everyone who was working could drink hot bone soup.

Some dried fruits and dried chestnuts and potatoes were drying on the lid of the iron pot. The rack of the brazier was replaced with a tripod, on which were placed layers of winnowing baskets filled with clean white wool.

Lang Yu took a sip of soup and combed his wool, doing his job quite well.

Bai Ru laughed at him, "Your pointed butt can only sit still for a short while."

Lang Yu was not annoyed at all, "Xin said she would knit me a sweater. I like it. It's the same color as my hair."

Bai Ru touched his soft hair, "It should be the same color as my hair. Yours is silvery white, not pure white. Mother's is pure white."

Lang Yu shook his head, "They are the same, both look good."

Lang Yu saw Lang Rui pounding wheat next to him and said, "Brother's is also beautiful."

Lang Yu teased him deliberately, "Does mine not look good?"

Lang Yu stared at him for a few seconds. "You, your brother, and Uncle Xue, are triplets? You look alike!"

Lang Yu: "Yo, you also know about triplets!"

Lang Yu nodded proudly. His sister often told him stories. In the stories, there were twins who looked very similar, and if there were three of them, they would be triplets. Lang Yu was so awesome!

Bai Ru took away his empty bowl, fearing that he would drop it if he moved too much. "They are not triplets. These two are the blood brothers of the clan leader, so they look alike."

"I look like my father, how about you?" Lang Yu looked up at Lang Yu who was combing wool with him.

"I look like my mother." He was also glad that he looked like his mother. If he looked like that person, he would have nightmares every day.

"Your mother must be very beautiful, my mother is also very beautiful, my sister is also very beautiful, Baibai is also very beautiful." The sweet-talking guy didn't want to ignore anyone and praised everyone, even Langyu's mother who was not here.

Lang Yu suddenly felt that raising a cub could be so joyful, and he looked forward to adopting a cub in the future.

Everyone laughed as they listened to his childish talk.

Lang Rui walked in from outside. His cold had completely healed. He took off his hat and raincoat at the door, holding a small bundle of thin wooden sticks.

When Qiao Xin saw him coming back, she stood up and took the knitting needles from his hand. The needles were polished very smoothly and had pointed ends. Lang Rui had made twelve of them, just enough for her, Bai Ru and Mao Bai, one set of four needles each.

All the spun wool threads were rolled into a ball, and Qiao Xin began to cast on the needles. Qin Qiao and Qin Fan came to report every day for the past two days. They were very skilled in cleaning wool and spinning. Qiao Xin thought it was natural. After all, they made a living from this because of their racial talent. They were not like Lang Yu and the others who were very good at making precision things like bone wheel bearings, but asking them to spin thread was like a puppet.

As stiff as a prosthetic limb.

When the two saw Qiao Xin start knitting a sweater, they put down the spindles in their hands and watched her intently.

Qiao Xin deliberately slowed down her pace so that they could see every stitch and every movement clearly. She also handed them a pair of needles so that they could get started.

Then everyone watched Qiao Xin hook, twist, and lift the wool thread, and the wool thread obediently and slowly turned from a line into a piece of cloth.

Lang Yu was short. He stood at the front and kept exclaiming in surprise and cheering.

“This is my sweater!”

"Yes." Qiao Xin knitted the number of stitches according to Lang Yu's body shape. The thread they spun was very thin. Qiao Xin knitted two strands together and made 180 stitches.

After weaving about one centimeter long, Qiao Xin asked Qin Qiao and the others to try it themselves.

The two of them are indeed talented, and their first weaving is comparable to Qiao Xin's.

When it was Mao Bai and Bai Ru's turn, Bai Ru couldn't even do the most basic stitching. The spacing between the needles was sometimes wide and sometimes dense. Even Lang Yu could see that his mother was not suitable for knitting sweaters.

After Mao Bai took it apart a few times, he finally learned how to do it.

Qiao Xin was unfamiliar at first but later became familiar with it. After knitting five centimeters of plain stitches, she began to add stitches. When she added 200 stitches, she began to knit patterns.