I am a Primitive Man

The sheared wool is not easy to handle.

On the one hand, Han Cheng basically didn't do these things before.

On the other hand, it is because these wools are really too much, and they are so intricate that it makes people feel uncomfortable to look at them.

After tanning and cleaning, it is very difficult to smooth out the mess.

After doing it for a while, Han Cheng had the urge to light a fire and burn all these annoying wools.

Fortunately, Bai Xuemei is extremely patient.

She often does weaving and other work, and she has long been accustomed to similar things. She used a comb to smooth out the messy wool and placed it on the wooden board.

Han Cheng looked at the wool that Bai Xuemei had tidied up, and couldn't help sniffling.

Sure enough, he still pays attention to technical skills and specialization, and he is really not suitable for doing these things.

In order to prevent the hard-fought wool from being blown away by the wind after drying, Han Cheng found long and thin sticks with a smooth surface, separated them in the middle, and pressed them one by one on the wool.

In order to prevent these sticks from rolling, he tied the heads of these sticks with a rope.

He is proficient at bundling these.

The treated wool dries quickly in the sun.

Under the watchful eyes of Bai Xuemei, Han Cheng took the spinning top and began to clumsily make wool with soft wool.

It is not easy to make these wool into wool. On the one hand, it is because the wool is relatively short, far less long than the wool of sheep seen in later generations. It is not easy to use it for threading. On the other hand, it is Han Cheng's own technology. no.

It took a lot of effort to finally get out a piece of wool that was about the same thickness as the common wool in memory.

Brother Cheng, this, this thread is too thick, and the woven cloth is not good for making clothes...

Bai Xuemei, who squatted on the sidelines and watched for a while, hesitated for a while when she saw the woolen yarn Han Cheng made out of wool.

In the entire tribe, she is the best at weaving, so she has a great say in this matter.

Han Cheng smiled and handed the spinning top to Bai Xuemei.

You do it, just follow the thickness I made.

It is really difficult for him to do such delicate work as turning wool into wool for a long time.

It's not about weaving. When the time comes, you can use this kind of thread to make clothes directly.

After he gave the spinning top to Bai Xuemei, he explained to her with a smile.

Bai Xue looked at the spinning top in her hand, as well as some wool that Han Cheng had made, and was a little confused for a while.

Without weaving it into cloth? Directly use such thread to make clothes?

This, how is this possible?

How to make clothes without making them into cloth?

Wouldn't it be the thread that was wrapped around the upper body?

Is this really warm?

According to her understanding and knowledge,

I really can't figure out the joints here.

However, she didn't say anything more, because Brother Cheng said it.

For a long time, Brother Cheng has basically never lied to himself. He said that he could make clothes, so he would definitely be able to make clothes, but he didn't think of a way.

In order to see the miraculous technique earlier and the clothes made from the wool, Bai Xuemei speeded up the knitting speed without making a sound.

How to use the spinning top and wool that are so awkward in Han Cheng's hands has become very obedient and easy to use in Bai Xuemei's hands.

Under Bai Xuemei's operation, the spinning top kept spinning.

As it turns, more and more wool is 'followed' into the wool, and connected with the rest of the wool to form a long wool.

After Han Cheng stood here and watched for a while, he gave Bai Xuemei a thumbs up.

Then turn around and leave from here.

Of course it wasn't because after the comparison, he was attacked by his daughter-in-law and couldn't stay here any longer.

The two of them have lived together for so long, and Bai Xuemei has seen all kinds of embarrassment. Han Cheng may still feel unnatural or ashamed when he is around the others.

With Bai Xuemei, such a thing simply does not exist.

He left at this time to go to the bamboo forest to cut some bamboo and make some bamboo needles to prepare for the next sweater.

When I came to the edge of the bamboo forest, I saw some small bamboo shoots emerging from some places.

It was only then that Han Cheng remembered that the bamboo shoots were about to sprout at this time of year.

In order to prevent the bamboo shoots from being trampled, Han Cheng went back with an axe, and went to the carpenter's room to find a piece of old bamboo that had been cut down before, and used the old bamboo to make sweater needles.

The sweater needles made by Han Cheng are very thin, similar to the bamboo sticks used to pierce the gluten sold in later generations.

Knitting a sweater is different from knitting a scarf. The yarn used to knit a scarf is generally thick, and the corresponding sweater needles are also thick.

The wool for knitting sweaters is relatively thin, so naturally fine needles are also used.

Of course, thick needles can also knit sweaters, but the gaps between the yarns will become larger, and the effect of keeping warm is not 10 to 20 percent worse.

These few sweater needles were made by Han Cheng very carefully, the ends were not so sharp, mainly because they were worried that they might poke their hands, and the tops were scraped as smooth as possible.

Otherwise, the yarn will be caught on the way of knitting...

After Han Cheng made these few sweater needles, Bai Xuemei also used the spinning top to make a lot of wool.

Next, I will let you see how I use such a thread to make clothes!

Han Cheng, who was holding a sweater needle, said confidently, attracting Bai Xuemei's face of admiration, she almost skipped and clapped her hands, and stars appeared in her eyes.

Han Cheng, who said he was so powerful, was actually far less stable in his heart.

He is no stranger to sweaters, scarves, woolen gloves, etc., but most of them are made by watching others, and there are not many opportunities to practice by himself.

If it wasn't for an experience in junior high school, as a boy, Han Cheng would never have learned such a skill.

In junior high school, most of them also reached the age of first love.

When Han Cheng was in junior high school, when the weather got cold, knitting scarves and other things became a trend.

Of course, girls are basically weaving, a few of them use it for themselves, and most of them give it to boys they like.

Boys buying wool and asking girls they like to weave scarves are also common and routine operations.

At that age, except for a very few people, most people will have some favorite objects.

Han Cheng is no exception.

Looking at the scarf knitted by my partner around the girl I love, with an intoxicated face and the appearance of being wrapped in happiness, it is impossible not to be envious.

Then Han Chengcheng couldn't hold back his young heart that was ready to move, and bought wool with the money he had saved for a long time, and sent it to the girl he liked...

Then……

Needless to say the process, the final result is that the wool returned to Han Cheng's hands.

Then the boy at that time was very stubborn and knit the wool into a sweater...

The sweater was finished, and Han Cheng gave up...

Han Cheng shook his head with a smile, it was all because of his youth and ignorance back then.

Thinking about it now, I didn’t feel bad about being rejected at all. Why did most people at that time let their favorite objects wear scarves, but I insisted on doing nothing and buying so much wool to make people knit sweaters.

It is also a good name, wearing it on the body, the whole person will be wrapped in a deep love, and it will be warm wherever you go, and you don't have to worry about the cold anymore...

Shaking his head to shake the unbearable and youthful past out of his mind, Han Cheng took the wool from Bai Xuemei's hand, moved his fingers a few times, and 'tucked' the wool on the sweater needle.

This is the first stitch.

Then hold a sweater needle in one hand, first wind the thread around one needle, and then pick it up with the other needle, and there will be another woolen thread on the sweater needle, which is the second stitch. .

Having not done this for many years, Han Cheng seemed a little rusty at this moment.

However, this strangeness disappeared after about twenty injections.

The sense of familiarity honed after incarnating as a stubborn boy returns once again.

Bai Xuemei's eyes widened.

This is not only because she found that Brother Cheng really has a way to make this piece of wool into clothes, but more importantly, she found that Brother Cheng, who is not good at needlework on weekdays, when faced with wool, The fingers are so flexible...

Knitting a sweater is different from knitting a scarf. A scarf is a flat surface, which can be easily made with two sweater needles. A sweater is a cylinder, which requires four needles.

Three needles form a cylinder, and the other needle picks back and forth.

Roughly, there are two methods: top-down and bottom-up.

Knock down from the neckline, and the sweater that is punched out looks better than a sweater that is punched from the bottom up.

However, the method is also more complicated.

Han Cheng, a stubborn young man, was not stubborn enough at the beginning. He only learned to fight from the bottom up, but he didn't learn the more complicated way to fight from the top to the bottom.

But at this time, it is enough.

I remember that when my woolen yarn was returned, there was a small note stuffed inside, saying that it was all for Han Chenghao.

Han Cheng has never understood how this move is for his own good. For his own good, he wants to hurt his heart?

Now, Han Cheng understood that it was indeed for his own good.

If I didn't have the previous experience, even if I got the wool out at this time, and I also know that the sweater is a magic weapon to keep out the cold, I can only stare blankly.

This is knowing in advance that I will time travel!

And it's still time travel to such a primitive era...

Under Bai Xuemei's admiring gaze, Han Cheng, who turned into a god of skillful hands, kept moving his hands. Gradually, he punched out the bottom of the sweater. There were only five layers, but it was even a circle.

Looking at Bai Xuemei who looked at him with admiration and joy, Han Cheng was filled with joy.

As time went by, the stubborn young man had come to the primitive society and became a husband and father.

Picking up the sweater and knitting the sweater again, the mood has become different.

At the beginning, it was because of stubbornness, the more I knit my heart, the colder it gets. When I knit the sweater, the bud of love that sprouted for the first time also completely withered.

Now it's completely different, looking at the silly daughter-in-law in front of him, and then at the fat baby running around in the distance, the more Han Cheng felt happier.

Brother Cheng, let me try.

Finally, Bai Xuemei couldn't bear it anymore, and said aloud from the side, with anticipation and eagerness to try.

This won't work, I'm going to knit a sweater for you.

Han Cheng said to Bai Xuemei with a smile, and put aside the sweater and needles he had started.

This thing won't easily destroy the previous one. With this, I'll help you start over.

Han Cheng said so, and took out a few sweater needles, and then began to teach Bai Xuemei hand in hand.

It was the first time for Bai Xuemei to come into contact with these things. She was very curious about the thing that can weave a piece of thread into a piece with some bamboo sticks. She had a strong interest and studied very seriously.

Seeing the happy appearance of the child's bride-in-law, Han Cheng also smiled heartily...

Bai Xuemei once again used her actual actions to explain to Han Cheng what talent is.

At the beginning, Han Chengli, who was still a stubborn boy, learned this skill, but it took a lot of effort.

As for Bai Xuemei, who was exposed to these things for the first time, under Han Cheng's guidance, it was useless for half a day, and she had already mastered them proficiently...

Before I knew it, it was already dark.

Inside the room, oil lamps were lit, and the orange lights made the whole room extremely warm.

Today, what is used to light lamps in the tribe is no longer refined animal fat oil, but rapeseed oil squeezed out by primitive oil presses.

Fatty oil is so delicious that it always hurts to burn it.

By planting rapeseed that can be obtained in large quantities, after pressing the oil, and then lighting it, there is no such distress.

One is that the quantity is relatively large, and the other is that it does not taste as delicious as animal fat oil.

Under the light of orange lights, Han Cheng and Bai Xuemei sat side by side on the kang.

Leaning against the wall behind her, her legs and feet were covered by blankets.

Both of them are knitting sweaters here with knitting needles and wool.

Han Cheng didn't have to work so hard, but he wanted to beat up this sweater with his own hands for Bai Xuemei to wear before leaving the main tribe for Jinguan City.   And this time, if everything goes well, he won't stay in the main tribe for too long, so he has to hurry up on time.  As for Bai Xuemei, she is completely in love with the matter itself.   Seeing that Han Cheng didn't sleep, he just sat here and continued this novel thing.  In the room, another small kang was set up. Xiao Wandou and Xiao Xing'er each slept on a small kang, and they had already fallen asleep sweetly.  Han Cheng looked at the pair of children while buttoning the sweater in his hand.   Seeing the two sleeping little guys, Han Cheng couldn't help but smile on his face. He remembers the scene of his childhood very clearly—at night after the cold weather, his mother was sitting on the bedside, making cotton shoes stitch by stitch, or knitting a sweater, while he was lying on the warm quilt, Often already fell asleep, the mother is still busy.  Time goes by, I have grown up and become a parent, and I have also done what my mother did...