I want to be a rice worm through the primitive tribe

The next morning, when it was daylight, the man and others put the remaining arrows and crossbows into the back basket, and prepared to set off today to hunt.

After breakfast, the man looked at Jiang Tu's hand, which had scabs.

Before leaving, the man was worried, er, told Jiang Tu. "Wait until I get back to do it."

"I see, I will obediently recuperate, and I will give it to you."

One autumn rain and one cold. After two rains, the weather became colder and colder. The food was almost recognized by the elderly and children. With the crossbow, safety was guaranteed. Jiang Tu was not in the mountains and hurriedly researched and made fabrics. , Try to put on clothes in winter.

Jiang Tu had already prepared for it before, and asked the old people to collect all kinds of wild bird hair and animal fluff.

Without cotton, Jiang Tu can only keep warm with all kinds of wool.

Jiang Tu was still a little worried, because he didn't know how cold the winter was here, and whether his reserves could keep out the cold.

There are mobile encyclopedias, the loom is easy to make, but the production process is not easy, all are pure handmade stone grinding parts.

Fearing that the man would worry, Jiang Tu waited until the man went hunting before secretly grinding.

There was no progress all day, his hand was injured, and Jiang Tu was going bald.

That night, the man discovered the injury on Jiang Tu's hand, but Jiang Tu had no choice but to talk about making the loom.

Also because of what Jiang Tu concealed, the man wept sadly, and the tears flowed on Jiang Tu's injured hand, stabbing and hurting, but Jiang Tu didn't dare to make a sound, for fear that the man would cry even more fiercely.

The patient Jiang Tu coaxed the man well after a good meal.

The next day, there were men in the tribe who were on duty in turn, serving Jiang Tu at his beck and call.

On this day, Jiang Tu was tinkering with the loom in the tribe, and the person on duty had his turn.

Regardless of Lu's young age, the strength in his hands is not small.

No matter what Jiang Tu and Lu said, Lu could quickly make that appearance by waving a sharp stone.

Looking at Jiang Tu, he couldn't help giving a thumbs up. Both of them were concentrating on the loom, and didn't notice that there were strangers approaching in the tribe...

"A man of God, a man of God..."

With a sharp and old shout, Jiang Tu and Lu jumped down, and Lu was almost scratched by the stone in his hand.

The two turned their heads to look at the source of the sound.