The old priest also knew that he would be uncomfortable with everyone, and was about to leave, when he suddenly heard someone mention the matter of linen, and he also wanted to know how the grass turned into that smooth piece of linen, so he signaled to wait. 『『Full text reading baoly】800

Seeing that the old priest had no intention of leaving, several women were a little anxious, and explained their intentions intermittently, it turned out that they were going to ask when to make sackcloth, because yesterday, as the patriarch Long Zhan said that he was going to attack the Wuxi tribe, although he did not explain what the women were going to do, but they didn't know what to do, the men were going to charge into battle, how could they make sackcloth with peace of mind, and they wanted to help with some preparations, but they didn't know what to do, so they could only come to Ling Fei if they were embarrassed.

It's no wonder that women are at a loss, and the tribe has never taken the initiative to provoke a war in their memory, so it is reasonable that they don't know what to do.

This question also stopped Ling Fei, she only knew what she should do but didn't know what others should prepare, it stands to reason that the most basic preparation for war is weapons, dry food with energy and easy to carry, medicine, and there is no place to get the rest of the armor, and it's too late to get it out now, after getting used to this way of fighting for a long time, it is difficult to adapt to it immediately if you add a layer of things to it coldly, it is better to fight with the usual way of playing, then you still need to prepare something

"We don't have anything to prepare yet, let's continue with the previous plan, first pull out the ramie filaments, and then twist them into hemp yarn, and when this loom is completed, you can weave linen." After thinking about it for a long time, Ling Fei didn't come up with anything, Ling Fei decided to come as usual, if there was anything to stop, there were so many people in the tribe now, and everything could be done quickly.

"Okay, let's send someone to the river to get twine." After Ling Fei's words, the women no longer hesitated, hurriedly walked out quickly, and then began to get busy.

The old priest felt that there was nothing to do when he went back, and he could still see a lot of strange things here in Ling Fei, so he stayed, Ling Fei originally wanted to continue to teach the stopped literacy class, but unfortunately as soon as he finished speaking, his stomach screamed very uncooperatively, and he was thinking about whether to make something to eat first, Ling Ya came over with a pot of mushroom stewed chicken.

"It's easy to get hungry when you have a baby in your belly, I see you ate a lot of this dish yesterday, so I made it today and sent it to you, what you want to eat, just tell Sister, you can do it." Ling Ya looked at Ling Fei with pity and said, as a person who has come over, she is still quite experienced, and she came at the right time.

Ling Fei was not polite to her sister, and said hello to the old priest and Hua Rui before eating. Ling Fei estimated that he chose the fattest pheasant, and there was a layer of oil floating on the top layer of the clay pot, if Ling Fei had to scoop out the oil first, he would have eaten it after a little pull today, and he felt that it was extraordinarily fragrant.

The delicious mushrooms and fragrant mushrooms were stewed very fragrantly, and Ling Fei's food made people look appetizing, so a few people in the courtyard secretly swallowed their saliva, thinking that they would have to stew a pheasant to eat at noon.

After there are more pheasants in the tribe, in order to improve everyone's enthusiasm for raising pheasants, Ling Fei divided the pheasants in several chicken pens according to each family, because there are not enough people to build so many chicken pens for the time being, so now there are five or six families with a chicken pen and the pheasants and eggs in the chicken pen, and when they are divided, they are all combined by close people, so as long as they take turns to feed, Ling Fei and Ling Ya are naturally divided together, Long Zhan, as the patriarch, especially emphasized that he should distribute as much as everyone in the clan, Long Zhan has never dared to say anything, and there can be no preferential treatment in terms of quantity, so when choosing, he chooses the largest, fattest and most egg-laying pheasant, which is not known as Long Zhan, who has never been close to the chicken pen, and except for Ling Fei, who planned breeding at the beginning and then didn't go to the chicken pen much, he didn't know, if he knew, Ling Fei would definitely not be able to choose such a fat one.

Although the big pheasants are not divided into a few per family, but after hatching two stubble eggs, the number is considerable, and when the new chickens grow up in the season of falling leaves, each family must have at least fifty or sixty pheasants to eat in the snowy day, the pheasants are large, and the snow day is not labor-intensive, a family of three can fill their stomachs with a little taro or potatoes a day, not to mention that each family has two or three jars of pickled eggs, when Ling Fei told the women about this, everyone's eyes were full of surprise, Although it was the men's hands to catch the chickens at first, they did a series of things such as feeding and incubating the eggs, and even if the men could not hunt food for various reasons, they did not have to worry about the family going hungry.

Hua Rui is an orphan girl, she has her own separate share, yes and non night and Fei Kong and Qingzhi are fed together, she and the Qingzhi sisters have a close relationship, the two sisters depend on each other for their lives, and there is no man in the family, Fei Ye and the tribe share a part of the food to the sisters, the sisters usually take care of the flower stamen very much, Hua Rui can't see the eyes can't make food, not the night can only make barbecue, so several people eat together, so seeing Ling Fei eating mushroom stewed chicken so fragrant, Fei Ye wants Qingzhi and them to do this too.

Several people sitting on the ground studying the loom were completely engaged in this novel work, and basically did not pay attention to the external environment, so they were very surprised to see the old priest when they looked up, but soon their eyes looked for Ling Fei, and they made one according to the painting, wanting Ling Fei to see if it was right, and they saw Ling Fei gnawing chicken bones very heroically

With so many people in the courtyard, it was difficult for Ling Fei to eat without distractions, and when she saw them looking over, she put down her chopsticks, "I'll take a look at it so soon." ”

Although this loom is simple, it is not light to be composed of six or seven wooden sticks, Ling Fei originally wanted to take it, but the man shook his head and put it on the stone table, Ling Fei carefully looked at it and made sure that it was similar to what he had seen, took a thin straw rope and tried it, the straw rope made a slight sound between the wooden sticks, and then lined up together.

"Well, yes, that's it." Putting down the things in his hand, Ling Fei praised a few people without reservation, and the eyes of several hunters became bright by the way, like puppies that had been praised

It's not a good analogy, but it's apt.

Seeing that several people showed heartfelt smiles, Ling Fei also felt very happy, but after praising them vigorously, she still put forward some opinions, and several people nodded like pounding garlic, indicating that they would definitely improve next time