Sheared wool is not easy to dispose of.

On the one hand, Han Cheng basically hadn't done these things before.

On the other hand, it is because there are too many of these wools, and they are so complicated that they make people feel uncomfortable when they look at them.

After nitrating and cleaning, it is difficult to make these messes smooth.

Han Cheng did this for a while, and then he had the urge to light a fire and burn all these annoying wool.

Fortunately, Bai Xuemei is an extremely patient person.

She was accustomed to such things as weaving, and she made a comb to slowly smooth out the messy wool and placed it on the wooden plank.

Han Cheng looked at the wool that had been sorted out by Bai Xuemei, and couldn't help but sniff.

Sure enough, I still pay attention to the art industry and specialize, and I am really not suitable for doing these things.

In order to prevent the wool that had been finally processed from being blown away by the wind after it was dried, Han Chengcheng found a slender stick with a smooth surface, spaced out in the middle, and pressed it on top of the wool one by one.

To prevent the sticks from rolling, he tied them to their heads with ropes.

He is skilled at tying them up.

In the sun, the treated wool dries out quickly.

Under Bai Xuemei's gaze, Han Cheng brought a spinning top and began to clumsily make wool from soft wool.

It is not easy to make these wools into wool, on the one hand, because these wools are relatively short, far less than the wool of sheep seen in later generations, and it is not easy to rub the thread, and on the other hand, Han Cheng's own skills are not good.

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 my memory.

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

Bai Xuemei, who was squatting on the side and watching for a while, hesitated and said after seeing the wool that Han Cheng made out of wool.

In the whole tribe, she is the best at weaving, so she has a lot of say in this matter.

Han Cheng smiled and handed the line gyroscope to Bai Xuemei.

"You do it, just according to the thickness I made."

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

"It's not about weaving, it's about making clothes directly with this kind of thread when the time comes."

After handing over the line gyroscope to Bai Xuemei, he explained to her with a smile.

Bai Xue looked at the thread top in her hand, as well as some wool threads that were made out by Han Cheng, and was a little stunned for a while.

Don't need to weave into cloth? Directly out of such thread to make clothes?

How can this?

How do you get clothes without making a cloth?

Isn't that going to be a thread that is going to be wound around the body?

Is it really warm?

According to her understanding and insight, she really can't figure out the joints in this.

However, she didn't say anything more, because this matter was said by Brother Cheng.

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

In order to see the magic technique earlier and the clothes made of the thread made from this wool, Bai Xuemei quietly accelerated the speed of kneading the yarn.

How to use awkward thread spinning tops and wool threads in Han Cheng's hands, when they reach Bai Xuemei's hands, they become extremely obedient and easy to use.

Under Bai Xuemei's operation, the line gyroscope kept rotating.

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

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

Then turn around and leave from here.

Of course, it's not because after the comparison, I suffered a critical attack from my daughter-in-law, and I can't stay here.

The two of them have lived for so long, and what kind of embarrassment they look like has been seen by Bai Xuemei, and Han Cheng may still feel a little unnatural or ashamed next to the rest of them.

By Bai Xuemei's side, such a thing does not exist at all.

He left at this time to go to the bamboo forest to cut down 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 drilled out of some places.

Only then did Han Cheng remember that the bamboo was about to produce bamboo shoots at this time.

In order to avoid trampling on the bamboo shoots, Han Cheng went back with an axe again, went to the carpenter's room to find a piece of old bamboo that he had cut down before, and used these old bamboos to make sweater needles.

The sweater needle Han Cheng made very thin, which is similar to the bamboo skewers used to wear gluten that were sold in later generations.

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

The wool yarn used to knit sweaters is relatively thin, so naturally you also need to use fine needles.

Of course, thick needles can also knit sweaters, but the gap between the yarns will become larger, and the effect of warmth is not one or two percent.

Han Cheng made these sweater needles extremely carefully, and the two ends were not so sharp, mainly because he was worried that they would poke his hands, and the tops were also scraped as smooth as possible.

Otherwise, you will get a yarn on the way to knitting a sweater......

When Han Cheng finished making these sweater needles, Bai Xuemei also used a thread spinning top to get a lot of wool.

"Next, I'll show you how I use such a thread to make clothes!"

Han Cheng, who was holding the sweater needle, said very confidently, which attracted Bai Xuemei's admiration, and she almost didn't jump and clap her hands, and stars appeared in her eyes.

Han Cheng, who said so powerfully, was actually far from being so stable in his heart.

He is indeed no stranger to sweaters, scarves, woolen gloves and other things, but most of them are made by others, and there are not too many opportunities to practice it himself.

If it weren't for an experience in junior high school, Han Chengtie, as a boy, would not have learned such skills.

When I was in junior high school, most of them also reached the age of the beginning of love.

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

Of course, basically all girls are weaving, a small number of people use it themselves, and most of them are given to their favorite boys.

Boys buy wool and let their favorite girls knit scarves and the like are also common routine operations.

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

Han Cheng is naturally no exception.

Looking at the scarf woven by the partner around the beloved girl, with an intoxicated face and the whole person wrapped in happiness, it is impossible to say that you are not envious.

Then Han Chengcheng couldn't hold back the young man's heart, so he used the money he had saved for a long time to buy wool and sent it to the girl he liked......

And then......

Needless to say, the final result was that the yarn was back in Han Cheng's hands.

Then the boy at that time was very stubborn and knitted these yarns into a sweater......

The sweater was knitted, and Han Cheng was also dead......

Han Cheng smiled and shook his head, this was all young and ignorant back then.

Now that I think about it, I didn't lose at all when I was rejected, who let most people at that time let their favorite objects make scarves, but they had to be idle and have nothing to do, and bought so many wool threads for people to knit sweaters.

It is also said that when you wear it on your body, the whole person will be wrapped in a strong love, and you will be warm wherever you go, and you don't have to worry about the cold......

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 then 'pulled' the wool on the sweater needle.

This is the first shot.

Then he took a sweater needle in one hand, first wound the thread to the top of one needle, and then picked it with another needle, and there was an extra yarn on this sweater needle, which was the second needle.

He hadn't done this for many years, and Han Cheng seemed a little rusty at this time.

However, this rustiness disappeared after about 20 injections.

The sense of familiarity honed after becoming a stubborn teenager returns.

Bai Xuemei's eyes widened on the side.

This is not only because she found that Brother Cheng really has a way to make this wool into clothes, but more importantly, she found that Brother Cheng, who is not good at needlework on weekdays, has such flexible fingers when facing wool......

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

Three needles form a tube, and the other needle is picked back and forth.

There are two types of techniques: top-down and bottom-up.

Hit it from the neckline down, and the sweater that comes out looks better than the sweater that comes out from the bottom up the neckline.

But it's also a bit more complicated.

Han Cheng, a stubborn teenager, was still not stubborn enough at the beginning, and only learned to fight from the bottom up, but did not learn to fight from the top to the bottom, which is more complicated.

But at this time, it is enough.

I remember that when my wool was returned, a small note was stuffed in it, saying that it was for his Han Cheng's good.

Han Cheng has never understood where this move is for his own good, for his own good, he has to break his heart?

Now, Han Cheng understands that this is indeed for his own good.

If you didn't have the original experience, even if you got the wool out at this time, and you still know that the sweater is an artifact to keep out the cold, you can only stare dryly.

This is knowing in advance that you will cross!

And it's a time in time to such a primitive era......

Under Bai Xuemei's admiring gaze, Han Cheng, who had become a skillful god, kept moving with his two hands, and gradually, the bottom of the sweater had been beaten out by him, only five layers, but it was also connected into a circle.

Looking at Bai Xuemei, who looked at him with admiration and joy, Han Cheng's heart was full of joy.

Time passes, and the stubborn young man at the beginning has come to the primitive society and is a husband and a 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 knitted my heart, the cooler it became, and when I knitted the sweater, the first bud of love was completely dead.

Now it's completely different, looking at the stupid daughter-in-law in front of him, and then looking at the fat doll running around the ground in the distance, Han Cheng is more and more happy in his heart.

"Brother Cheng, I'll try."

Bai Xuemei finally couldn't bear it anymore, and said loudly on the side, with anticipation and eagerness.

"This can't be done, I'm going to knit you a sweater."

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

"This thing won't easily destroy the previous one, use this, I'll help you start again."

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

Bai Xuemei, who came into contact with these for the first time, was very curious about the things that could be woven into a piece with some bamboo sticks, and had a strong interest in learning very seriously.

Looking at the happy appearance of this little child's adopted daughter-in-law, Han Cheng was also full of smiles......

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

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

And Bai Xuemei, who came into contact with these things for the first time, under Han Cheng's guidance, it was useless for half a day, and she had already mastered them......

Before you know it, it's already dark.

In the room, oil lamps are lit, and the orange lights set off the whole room very warmly.

Today, the tribe no longer uses animal fat oil to light the lamp, but rapeseed oil squeezed from the original oil press.

Fatty oils are so delicious that they always feel distressing when lit.

After planting rapeseed that can be obtained in large quantities and extracting oil, it is not so distressing to ignite it again.

First, the quantity is relatively large, and second, it is not as delicious as animal fat and oil.

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

Leaning against the wall behind him, his legs and feet covered by futon.

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

Han Fei didn't have to work so hard in the future, but he wanted to beat this sweater with his own hands and let Bai Xuemei wear it before leaving the main tribe and going to Jinguan City.

And this time, if all goes well, he won't stay in the main tribe for long, so he has to be a little tight in terms of time.

As for Bai Xuemei, she is completely in love with this thing itself.

Seeing that Han Cheng didn't sleep, he also sat here and continued this novelty.

In the room, a small kang was set up, and the little pea and the little apricot each slept on a small kang and had fallen asleep sweetly.

Han Cheng put on the sweater in his hand and looked at the pair of children.

Seeing the two sleeping little guys, Han Cheng couldn't help but have a smile on his face.

He remembers a scene from his childhood very clearly-on a night after the cold weather, his mother sat at the head of the bed, or made cotton shoes one by one, or knitted a sweater, and was lying in the warm quilt, often asleep, and his mother was still busy.

Time has passed, I have grown up, and as a parent, I have also done what my mother did at the beginning......