I am a Primitive Man

Those deer who were obviously weak and waiting to be slaughtered did not take advantage of the situation and ran away, but looked at them here as if they were all right.

The most outrageous thing is that the deer actually stood with the wolves, just like those wolves, shaking its head at them.

The grassroots four did not fight recklessly, they stopped in the face of six wolves baring their teeth at them.

While confronting the wolves, he cursed at these stupid wolves in his heart.

Logically speaking, we should be together, okay?

After confronting like this for a while, the grassroots and the others slowly retreated, and the wolves stared at them.

Their retreat does not mean that they have to give up the food on their lips, but that they are preparing to attack from other places.

However, after trying this a few times, he was stopped by a few stupid wolves each time.

Looking at the sky, the last little patience of the grassroots was finally exhausted. He shouted, and several others threw stones at the deer herd, preparing to drive the deer herd away, and attacked the herd from a place where the wolves could not protect them. deer.

There are quite a few deer in the deer herd that haven't matured, and one or two can be caught no matter what.

With so many deer at their fingertips, how could these wolves not attack themselves and others.

It's good to think about it, but the reality will always slap the face with icy cold rain.

This is the bloody insight gained from the grassroots lying on the ground with scars on the ground based on personal experience.

Looking up, looking at the group of wolves that disappeared with the deer, I just felt pain all over my body.

What happened to this day!

He stood up with some difficulty clutching his buttocks, and wrapped the scattered animal skins around his body again.

Thinking of the experience just now, he had the urge to chop the deer with branches and horns on its head.

It's not uncommon to be bitten by a wolf, but after being bitten by a wolf and falling to the ground, what's the matter if the deer that should have been prey uses the horns of the twigs to smash the cold on the buttocks?

This can't be blamed on Uncle Lu's shamelessness. He specially uses his horns to greet grassroots and other important parts. In fact, when he practiced with Fu Jiang, it was Fu Jiang's butt that he hated the most.

Now it's human,

Follow the trend and go up

Holding the grass root with a missing buttocks and three other people who had the same experience, they found their weapons from the grass, supported each other, and limped towards the south, which was quite a sad taste of a hero's twilight.

This group of deer cannot be let go no matter what, whether it is revenge for the butt or consideration for the stomach, this result will not change!

This is a decision made jointly by the gnashing grassroots and other people in the tribe after seeing other people in the tribe.

Early the next morning, led by some of the grassroots who had recovered, they headed towards the place where the grassroots were brutally tortured with full expectations.

Near there, while looking for fruits that can be stored to satisfy hunger, while watching the traces of the deer, waiting for the deer to enjoy a sumptuous meal.

No matter whether it is Uncle Lu or General Fu, they can't talk out their words. Naturally, there is no way to tell Han Cheng about the bullying of others today.

Otherwise, Han Cheng is definitely not here to fiddle with weaving things, but to take the senior brothers and the others to deal with those guys who dare to attack their deer with an attitude of extreme protection.

These deer themselves are generally reluctant to kill them, and those irrelevant people dare to attack them. How can Han Cheng just sit idly by?

The next day was still a fine day, but it was a bit colder.

After eating, the people of the Qingque Tribe drank some salt water from the herd of deer. Under the leadership of Uncle Lu, they left the tribe and went out one after another to find grass to eat. Along with them were General Fu and Wu Xiaofu.

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 were two rectangular wooden frames, one was one meter long and half a meter wide, and the other was ninety-five 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 holes are drilled in the other end, 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.

Wow.

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 angle 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 woven vertically and horizontally into a cloth.