Xiao Yiran, who returned to his residence, looked at the position of the sun in the sky and knew that it was already five or six o'clock, and in more than two hours, it would be dark. Xiao Yiran didn't dare to light a fire at night, for fear that the fire would be too conspicuous, and then he would find people from the ethnic group, and he was worried that the weather would be hot and the pork would spoil after a long time. Without a break, he started to build a fire and barbecue wild boar.

First sprinkled with salt water on the wild boar, then used a slightly thicker branch to pierce it, put it on the live, constantly flipping, when the pork was roasted out of oil, the pigskin was a little burnt, the tempting aroma of the meat, so that Xiao Yiran wanted to take a bite immediately. By the time the wild boar was all roasted, it was completely dark. Xiao Yiran hung the roasted wild boar meat on the purlin in the attic, just above his straw shop, so that he could always be in his sight.

Xiao Yiran really didn't hold back, tore off a small piece the size of a palm, and bit it lightly, "Fragrant, really fragrant." This is Xiao Yiran's only consciousness now. After eating, he wiped his lips with the back of his hand, although it was only a little more than a month, Xiao Yiran was used to the days without napkins.

"Matriarchal society, public ownership, am I now the first rich man in this era to own the most private property?"

With such a beautiful thought, Xiao Yiran gradually sank into sleep.

When he woke up in the morning, Xiao Yiran thought to himself that the biological clock of his host was somewhat consistent with his original self. On a summer morning, the day dawns early. However, looking at the light outside, it should be between five and six o'clock. Xiao Yiran has something to do today, which he thought about a few days ago. Find a softer trunk and make a bucket. It's really inconvenient to have to run so far every time you use water.

After wandering around the surrounding mountains and forests for a long time, Xiao Yiran did not find the trunk he wanted. It's either too hard or too thick, and you keep getting it yourself. When Xiao Yiran came to a oak tree, he accidentally found several brown insect cocoons. Looking at the brown insect cocoon in front of him, Xiao Yiran's first thought was the big, wriggling oak chrysalis on the barbecue stall. Although he had never dared to eat it before, Xiao Yiran still knew that that kind of chrysalis was nutritious and had great benefits for the body. Today's Xiao Yiran has no room for picky eating, as long as it is good for the growth and development of the body, even just to survive, she is not allowed to pick and choose. Immediately, Xiao Yiran picked up all the insect cocoons, counted a total of eleven, and returned to his residence with both hands.

When Xiao Yiran wanted to break open the outer layer of cocoons and take out the chrysalis inside, he saw the wisps of cocoons, and Xiao Yiran was stunned. His eyes were firmly fixed on the cocoon in his hand, and he exclaimed in his heart:

"It's silk, silk equivalent to silk, the best natural fabric raw material."

This accidental discovery made Xiao Yiran's heart pound for a long time. Vaguely remember that the appearance of textiles should be in the late Paleolithic period. If these cocoons could be woven into silk, would history be rewritten? Xiao Yiran At this time, in addition to excitement, he was still excited.

"Reeling silk", this is the first word that Xiao Yiran thought of when he calmed down. Although I don't know about textile technology, as an archaeology student, I still need to understand how ancient people extracted silk from silkworm cocoons. The modern proper term for this process is "silk reeling". Xiao Yiran vigorously recalled about "silk reeling" and textile processes such as spinning. It seems that the cocoons are boiled in hot water, and then the silk ends of the cocoons are pulled out and wound around the spinning wheel. The boiled silk is called cooked silk and is more flexible, while the uncooked silk is raw silk and is more brittle. There is also the spinning wheel, the spinning wheel is the modern name, and it is also a modern tool, what to use instead of the spinning wheel at this time? Twig? Stick? It is best to have branched branches, so that the threads that are wound up are not easy to mess.

All that's left is to boil the cocoons, the fire is there, the water is there, but what if there is no container? I still have to make barrels. Then concentrate on making barrels. To make a wooden barrel, you need to use stone knives, stone adzes, and stone hammers. Of course, Xiao Yiran learned these names in textbooks, and it is unknown how to call them in the real Paleolithic Age. The so-called "if you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools", Xiao Yiran began to make tools.

This work, whether it is for the eleven or twelve-year-old host, or for the twenty-seven-eight-year-old Xiao Yiran, is a huge project. Seven days later, a rough wooden barrel was made. The weight of the wooden barrel alone is more than a dozen catties, and when it is filled with water, it is almost close to thirty catties. Xiao Yiran carried it, but it was still a little laborious.

In the next boiling cocoon, Xiao Yiran did not directly put the wooden barrel on the fire, but plucked a few thick leaves from the five big trees that supported the attic. The leaves are hung with branches and hung on the wooden rack of the fire, water is added to the leaves, and the cocoons are placed in the water. This method was learned by Xiao Yiran from the locals when he traveled to the Red Clay Plateau. They cook meat with huge lotus leaves, and this is the truth as the saying goes, "If the water does not dry, the wood does not burn".

It didn't take half a day for the eleven oak cocoons to finish reeling, looking at the brown cocoon silk in his hand, Xiao Yiran excitedly estimated that he could almost weave his sleeves.

What makes Xiao Yiran happy is that there are a lot of this kind of oak cocoons, and for more than ten days, Xiao Yiran has been looking for cocoons to reel silk, and the fat pupae left behind after silk reeling have also become Xiao Yiran's food. Not only that, Xiao Yiran no longer has to drink raw water. Also, you can make a delicious fish soup from the small fish and shrimp in the shallow pool. The improvement of life has brought a direct change to Xiao Yiran, which is a change in mood.

The depression of rebirth and the haze of being sacrificed are long gone. In particular, since he escaped from the clan and came here, no one has come, which has made Xiao Yiran's heart, which has been holding tightly, gradually relax.

Estimating the reeled silk, it should be able to weave a knee-length skirt, Xiao Yiran still has no intention of stopping. One is to think that while it is the time for the oak insect to form cocoons, collect more, cocoon silk is a good thing. Besides, Xiao Yiran is not ready for weaving. Xiao Yiran needed to make a simple loom, as well as a shuttle. These are just seen in the exhibition hall, whether they can be made or not, Xiao Yiran has no bottom in his heart. While searching for oak cocoons and reeling silk, I mentally conceived the outline of the loom and collected materials for the loom and shuttle.

More than a month has passed since the last time I set a trap and caught a small wild boar, and the delicious roast wild boar has already been eaten. Xiao Yiran moved his mind again. However, after learning the lesson of the last time, Xiao Yiran no longer dared to dig a trap near his residence. This time, Xiao Yiran walked far away, probably four or five miles away from his residence, because with stone axes, stone knives and other tools, digging a trap is much less laborious than last time, digging a trap that is one meter deep and half a meter square. Still stick sharp branches at the bottom of the trap and camouflage them on top. Xiao Yiran just waited for the harvest.

The more than 50 soybeans are now ripe, Xiao Yiran picked all the pods back, except for a small part to eat by himself, most of them were kept as seeds. Because the place where soybeans grew was too far away from the residence and far from the water source, Xiao Yiran planted the soybeans between the residence and the spring this time, so that it would be much more convenient to take care of them in the future.