The glove was strange because it was not so much a glove as it was a small square pocket made of leather for long hair, and there was not even a separate thumb.

However, Han Cheng was already very happy, he couldn't wait to open the opening of this pocket-like glove and put his right hand inside.

The fluffy, smooth rabbit skin wrapped around the whole hand, and a warmth had been transmitted from above to the hand, as if the whole hand had been rubbed against something soft and beautiful.

Yes, you read that right, the gloves made by Han Cheng are hairy and the skin is on the outside.

The first requirement for him to make gloves is to be warm, and all the rest must stand aside.

As for the fact that the skin will not be attached, there is no need to consider that his tribe lacks anything, that is, there is no shortage of skin, which is far from the imagination of the ancients who were ready to wear an old sheepskin jacket for a lifetime and pass it on to the next generation if possible.

Seeing Han Cheng's movements and the joy on his face, Wu seemed to understand something.

Han Cheng saw that Wu was looking at him, so he took off his gloves, motioned for Wu to stretch out his hand, and then put it on Wu.

When Han Cheng put gloves on him, Wu's hands were a little stiff, obviously very unfamiliar with this strange thing.

After the gloves were put on his hands, Wu's expression moved, he felt this warmth, and at the same time gently shook up and down, left and right, this strange thing firmly wrapped his hand, not like the previous use of rope to wrap the animal skin on his hand, a little carelessness will fall apart, and the hand is uncomfortable.

Wu felt the warmth, and his eyes couldn't help but light up, because he remembered that every year, many people in the tribe would have red, swollen, ulcerated and cracked hands because of the cold.

If every man had made two of these things, and had taken out his hands when he was working, and put his hands in them when he was not working, how much less sin would the people of the tribe have suffered?

And if you keep your hands well, whether it's hunting or doing other things, you can improve your efficiency a lot.

"This is, Celestial?"

The bright-eyed and quiet Wu stretched out his finger to the sky, turned around and pointed to the totem pole in the inner hole, and then put the glove in his hand in front of Han Cheng's eyes, looking at Han Cheng with anticipation and excitement.

Seeing Wu's appearance, Han Cheng couldn't ignore Wu's intentions, so he nodded immediately and said, "Yes, Heavenly God." ”

The piety on Wu's face was a little more: "This? ”

He asked, raising his gloves in his hands.

Han Cheng looked at it for a while before he realized that Wu was asking the name of the glove.

This made it difficult for Han, because in the tribe of Wu, there was no word for gloves at all.

Han Cheng racked his brains and didn't come up with a suitable word with a similar meaning to tell Wu that this was a glove.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, since there is no word for gloves in the tribe, why not create it himself?

Isn't that how words grow day by day?

"Gloves."

Han Cheng spoke Mandarin in a straight manner.

Witch looked puzzled, apparently he didn't understand what the word 'glove' meant, as he had never been exposed to such strange words.

Han Cheng is now as tireless as he was when he spoke the language of the tribe in the witch cult.

He gestured to the glove and spoke again, "This is, the glove." ”

The first two words are spoken in the language of the tribe, and the latter are in Mandarin.

"Gloves?"

Wu repeated Han Cheng's words, his voice seemed very lame and jerky,

Han Cheng was thrilled by the familiar pronunciation that he had heard from someone else's mouth for the first time since he came over.

People are emotional animals, and many things don't mean that you can't think about them if you don't want to, but you are forced to keep them in your heart for various reasons.

"Gloves."

Han Cheng suppressed the surging in his heart, pointed to the glove in Wu's hand and repeated it again, his pronunciation was extremely serious, and he was more attentive than when he took the Mandarin certificate.

"Gloves."

Wu repeated.

After three or four repetitions, Wu had already spoken decently.

Wu wanted to return the gloves to Han Cheng, but Han Cheng didn't ask for it, Wu was more afraid of the cold when he got older, and he still had a great grace to save his life, such a thing really needs to be given to Wu first.

Listening to Wu walking with his gloves in his hands, while repeating the sound of "gloves" from time to time, a smile appeared on Han Cheng's face.

Because of the experience of making a successful one, it took a lot less time to make the second one.

When Han Cheng took the second glove to look for Wu, he found that Wu was placing the glove in front of the stone case in front of the totem pole, and he was sincerely thanking the gods for the generous gifts.

In the past, Han Cheng couldn't understand what Wu said when he prayed, but today it was different, because in Wu's vague words, there would be a sound of "gloves" from time to time. ”

This made Han Cheng quite a kind of prank that succeeded.

Han Cheng waited here for a while, and after Wu finished thanking the gods, he put both gloves on Wu.

Wu took this strange and warm thing, his face showed a heartfelt smile, he shook his gloves back and forth, full of curiosity, at this moment Wu is not like a wise man in the tribe, but a child full of innocence and childlike fun.

When Han Cheng's hands naturally drooped, the gloves would fall down unconsciously, knowing that the gloves were not very suitable.

When he told Wu that he needed to improve the gloves to make them more comfortable, Wu, who understood what Han Cheng meant, shook his head again and again, saying that he was already very comfortable now.

However, when Han Cheng took the gloves and smashed a few holes again, narrowed the opening of the gloves a little, and put them back on Wu, and found that even if he hung his hand down, he didn't need to deliberately grab the rabbit fur from the inside, and the gloves would not fall off, Wu smiled even happier.

Han Cheng went out and then made gloves for himself, and Wu, after taking them for a while, took them off and carefully placed them on the stone, then picked up the stone pen and began to create.

He had to hurry, because he had a lot to write about right now, and yesterday's icebreaker was just the beginning, and there was another glove that would be of great benefit to the tribe.

They are all extremely useful things for the development of the tribe, how can they be done without recording them?

However, when his fingers were frozen and stiff for a while, Wu no longer relied on his mouth to warm himself as before, but carefully and sacredly put on gloves.

The Tribe had a bumper harvest today! With the tireless work of the people, before night, three or four hundred more fish came out of the cave!

With so many fish piled up there, looking at it makes people feel at ease.

However, a new problem has arisen, that is, because of long-term fishing in the ice and snow, many people's hands and feet are frostbitten!