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There are tall trees everywhere in the dense forest, and even the outer edge is extraordinarily shady.

In order to dig more salt, the leader of the Shuofeng tribe called all the tribesmen and mobilized everyone to prepare for mining.

The first thing to solve is the tools, mainly the containers used to hold the salt. After all, the tribe is still a long way from the salt mine, and the efficiency of relying on animal skin pockets is too low.

And there is a bear tribe on the way, which is too easy to be discovered by others.

After careful consideration, the headman decided to rush to manufacture a batch of rattan baskets and stone knives. For this reason, even the tribe's big plan, the daily hunting, was temporarily put on hold.

"Tits, you take a few boys and go to the jungle to cut vines, remember, the more the better..."

"Uncle Li, you and Feng Lei are in charge of touching the stone knives, the sharper the better. As for Gu Gu, you bring a few women and learn how to weave baskets with Cheng Yang."

The headman's face was solemn, and the tribe members immediately followed his orders after hearing the words.

But after a while, there was a large bundle of rattan sent in front of Cheng Yang, all of which had just been felled, and there were many green leaves on it.

Cheng Yang took out the stone knife and scraped off all the barbs on the cane first. Seeing this, the women around him followed suit.

Maybe women are born with great talent in handwork, but after seeing Cheng Yang give a few gestures, the woman named Canggu can knit in a decent way by herself. The rattan canes are strangled tightly, so that the rattan basket will be stronger.

Cheng Yang looked at her flicking fingers, his eyes flashed with amazement, compared with the other women, this aunt was simply too powerful, almost catching up to his level.

After all, as a man, Cheng Yang seldom weaves this kind of handicrafts, and he didn't learn it from fellow donkeys when he was traveling in the wild in his previous life.

In contrast, Gu Gu was amazing, and the people around her all gasped in amazement.

"Gu Gu, how did you weave it so fast?"

"That's right, you made it up too well!"

"Looking at it, I think it's better than a sheep..."

Unlike later generations, everyone spoke freely, and Cheng Yang didn't care when he heard others praise that Gu Gu's workmanship was better than his own. He said frankly, "Gu Gu is indeed better at weaving than me!"

He really admired it, and he didn't have the slightest resentment that his master was inferior to his disciples.

Cheng Yang looked at Gu Gu's familiar way of flipping her fingers, and couldn't help but ask, "Have you knitted something similar before?"

It wasn't that he was suspicious, this aunt's weaving was a bit rusty at the beginning, but later on, it became faster and faster, she really didn't look like a novice.

With a bit of embarrassment on her face, Gu Gu said shyly, "I once saw a kind of white insect that spit out a lot of silk on the wide leaves. I thought the silk could be eaten, so I stored it as wild fruit. Thinking that the silk has not broken after a long time, I thought about saving it until winter to eat..."

Cheng Yang's eyelids twitched, and he had a lot of speculation in his heart, but the voice of Li Gu continued in his ears.

"...I have stored a lot, but I never thought that after eating those white silks, my stomach would always feel uncomfortable, and it would not satisfy my hunger at all..."

When Bi Gu talked about this, she had a sad face on her face. At that time, she had great expectations for those white silks.

While she was talking about this experience, the knitting in her hands was also going on at the same time. The women around her listened with pricked ears, showing sympathy for Aunt Li. How sad it is to be unable to eat the lumps of white silk.

"Knowing that they cannot be eaten, I feel very sad, but I am reluctant to throw them away. I spent a lot of time collecting them..."

"I just thought of a way to pull out those filaments. The winter is long, and everyone stays in the tent and cannot come out..."

During the winter, neither hunting nor wild fruit collection was allowed, so she tried her best to toss those white silks, but she came up with some new tricks.

When the white silk is woven together, it becomes piece by piece, similar to animal skin, but it is not as strong as animal skin, and it cannot keep out the cold, so it is useless.

Hearing this, Cheng Yang was basically sure that those white silks that Gu Gu said were silk, a flash in his mind suddenly asked, "Is your name related to these white silks?"

Gu Gu's originally disappointed face drooped even more, and the surrounding women burst into laughter.

"Cheng Yang, she didn't call her by that name before, but the worm with white silk was called Bi. Since then, everyone has called her Gu Gu!"

Amidst the laughter, Cangu blushed, feeling ashamed of the stupid things she had done before.

Cheng Yang's eyes glowed. This aunt might be the first weaver in the world.

He has long been dissatisfied with the animal skins he wears, and wants to brighten up the technology tree of this world, and first produce cloth, a daily necessities, but he really doesn't know how to weave as a big man.

And the lives of later generations will not be able to touch these things. After all, since humans entered the industrialization era, they have used machines to weave cloth. Not to mention men, even women, I am afraid that few dare to say that they know the original weaving method. .

But now, some people in his tribe have weaved silk by mistake. As long as they learn this technique, weaving will not be a problem at all.

Compared with weaving, weaving baskets is not worth mentioning at all.

After all, cloth can also be used to make bags. For example, supermarkets in later generations often use snakeskin bags to store rice. Cloth bags are much better than snakeskin bags.

The more Cheng Yang thought about it, the more excited he became, he raised his eyes and asked Qugu, "Do you still remember how to weave the white silk into one piece?"

"I remember..." She had some doubts in her eyes, "Do you want to learn?"

"Ok!"

Cheng Yang nodded excitedly, "The one you weaved is silkworm cloth. We can weave cloth through that method, and it can be made into clothes. What can we wear it on!"

But Gu Gu and the others were not interested. They had seen the white cloth like cloth before, and it was not as warm as the animal skin on their bodies.

They still feel more comfortable in animal skins.

"Cheng Yang, those white silks are not easy to deal with, it took me a whole winter to pull them out..."

Gu Gu reminded, not to mention whether the cloth in the sheep's mouth is warm enough to wear, and the process of pulling the silk alone is much more troublesome than the animal skin.

Hearing this, Cheng Yang's feverish mind finally cooled down.

Yes, weaving is not something that can be accomplished overnight. He remembers that there is still a process of reeling and spinning, and these are related tools. Without tools, it may be much more difficult.

So there is still no rush for this matter, but he is still happy in his heart, at least he has mastered certain skills now, which is much better than being in a daze.

Take your time, he can always make those tools.

After a busy day, Cheng Yang and a few women finally managed to make a large batch of rattan baskets. At least for now, everyone in the tribe can get a basket.

"Ah Yue, you said it would be great if we could use this basket to pick wild fruits in the future!"

The one who spoke was a young girl who was not very young. She had dark skin, but she had a particularly bright smile on her face, and her white teeth were dazzling.

She played with the rattan basket in her hand fondly, thinking that if she could carry it on her back when collecting, it would be so beautiful.

How much fruit does this basket have to hold? Of course, the most important thing is not to hold the fruit. Just thinking about carrying it on your body makes me very happy.

"Hmph, you have a good idea!" Ya, who walked over at some time, choked, "This basket is not for you, my father told me that it is for salt, don't break it! "

She glared at the two girls in front of her with a fierce expression, making the two of them shrink back involuntarily.

"What's the matter, why are you stuck here?"

Cheng Yang came back with a basket of grass, which he had prepared for the two lambs. When he walked to his tent, he saw three girls blocking him, and asked.

Seeing Cheng Yang who suddenly appeared, Ya's face was slightly weak, his eyes were erratic, she forced herself to calm down, and stammered, "You, why are you here?"

Cheng Yang looked at her strangely, "This is my tent, why can't I come here?"

Only then did Ya realize where she was at this moment, remembering the last time she was reprimanded by Cheng Yang, she looked at the two girls standing in front of her, her eyes fluttered, she was not bullying the tribe just now, right?

She just told them not to touch the basket.

Cheng Yang didn't put too much energy on these three people. From his point of view, these girls looked like junior high school students in his previous life. He was a mature person, and he really had nothing in common with these girls.

Putting down the basket, he went into the house to see the two chicks. They seemed to have grown up a bit, but he wasn't sure. After all, it hadn't been a few days since they were caught, so they shouldn't have grown so fast.

The two chicks are fluffy at the moment, their feathers are not fully developed yet, and they can't fly yet.

Seeing Cheng Yang walk in, he immediately made a chirping sound, and when he got closer, he saw two chicks with their mouths wide open, waiting for him to feed them.

Cheng Yang let out a low laugh, which was very similar to the starling he met in his previous life.

Starling is a kind of black bird, also known as robin, it is a kind of black bird, it does not look good, but after training, it can talk like a parrot, and it is very enthusiastic when people feed it. It opens its beak greatly.

The food Cheng Yang prepared for the two chicks was worms, which he found in the jungle.

Opening up the dead branches and rotten leaves under the big tree, you can always see many insects, so it is not difficult to find food for the chicks. What is difficult is that he has to endure the huge shadow area in his heart every day to catch all kinds of strange-shaped insects.

After a long time, Cheng Yang felt that he could develop super-strong mental quality in the future.

What's scarier than dense bugs?

No, even if he is a big man, he always feels aversion to those densely packed bugs.

But think about the stewed chicken with mushrooms a few months later, he dares to catch even bugs!

After feeding the disgusting bugs, Cheng Yang could relax and feed the sheep.

"Become a sheep! Look at the rabbit!"

He led a live rabbit fiercely and shook it vigorously at him, feeling very happy.

Cheng Yang watched his violent movements, feeling worried for a while, really worried that Meng missed the moment and let the rabbit run away.

Chicken stewed mushrooms are not available for the time being, but you can eat fried rabbit steak first.