After seeing that all the ice caves had been dug and the work of spearing fish and transporting fish was also carried out in an orderly manner, Han Cheng did not hesitate at all, turned around and ran towards the cave.

This damn ghost weather, it's so cold, the two balls are frozen and gone, and the little finch has shrunk to only a small head, which is pitiful to look at.

If he doesn't go back to warm up, Han Cheng is really worried that there will be no happiness in the future.

When Han Cheng returned, the first batch of fish that he had forked today had already been transported back to the cave.

Han Cheng squatted by the fire and roasted his body for a while, only to feel that his two hands and feet were strangely itchy, and he immediately knew that something bad was wrong, and his hands and feet were frostbitten!

He roasted the fire here for a while, scratched his hands and feet for a while, warmed his body a little, and then returned to the inner cave.

With a faint smile on his face, Wu was holding a 'stone pen' to carve something on the stone slab, according to Han Cheng's previous experience, eighty percent of the fish could be eaten under the ice in winter.

Han Cheng stood quietly and watched for a while, and when he saw that Wu Shu was serious and completely immersed in his own world, he didn't bother, but went out lightly.

He went to a special place in the cave to store furs, where he began to rummage through them.

Because the tribe lives on fishing, hunting and gathering, it has accumulated a lot of fur over the years, but many of them have fallen off because of their age.

However, in general, such skins are used to wrap the fruit, and the good ones are left to protect them from the cold.

Han Cheng rummaged through the rounds here for a while, and found four rabbit skins that didn't shed much hair.

Because the rabbit skin is too small and it is too troublesome to tie it to the body to protect it from the cold, the rabbit skin is not very popular among the tribe.

However, these things are very useful to Han Cheng.

He put the rabbit skin on the ground, pressed his right hand on the rabbit skin, and folded the rabbit skin with his left hand, and the warm feeling was immediately transmitted.

Han Cheng frowned, compared to his hands, the rabbit skin was still too big, and a rabbit skin rolled up was enough to fit his four or five hands!

The gloves that come out of this way are extremely inconvenient and not to mention, and they are not warm.

He went to the place where the tools were stored, found the stone knife that the tribe usually uses to disembowel animals, took it in his hand and looked at it twice, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

This stone knife allows a powerful adult to hold an opening on a freshly dead animal, but in his current state, it is really a bit impractical to deal with dry skin.

Sure enough, after he spread the skin on the ground, pressed the skin with one hand and held the stone knife in the other, and pulled back and forth for more than ten minutes, and the skin showed no signs of cracking, Han Cheng gave up the idea of splitting the skin in two.

Forget it, you can't make gloves, you can make a hand warmer.

He comforted himself with this resignation, then put the stone knife back in its place and walked away with the skin.

Get ready to start making a warm baby out.

Han Cheng still didn't make a warm baby, not because there were few needles and threads, but because he had opened the rabbit skin!

Certainly not with teeth.

Instead, he was already preparing to warm the baby, and suddenly remembered how to break the rope and didn't have tools such as scissors in the later life.

He took the rabbit skin, came to the stone slab that stood at the entrance of the cave as a door panel, chose the sharpest edge, and then pulled the rabbit skin with both hands, and the hairless side was facing down, and pointed the edge at the middle of the skin, and pressed it hard, rubbing it back and forth.

Friction, friction......

This is a good method, at least it is much better than cutting the skin with a stone knife.

Because this can use all the strength of the whole body, and because of the fast speed and long distance of friction, after heating, it can speed up the decomposition of the skin.

So after about a minute of rubbing, the skin becomes two halves.

The leather was done, but the sewing became a big problem again, because not only did there be no needles in the tribe, but there were no threads!

Han Cheng had no choice but to use his brains and look all over the ground for the fish bones that he spit out.

It's a pity, these fish bones are too fragile, it can also be said that the skin is too thick, and after breaking five or six fish bones in a row and not a single needle hole appeared on the skin, Han Chengcheng had to give up this method.

There was no way to use the fish bone spur, so Han Cheng could only think of another way.

That's right, he picked up the stone again.

He placed the skin on a large rock, then took a stone with a sharp head in his other hand and smashed it against the edge of the skin.

Sure enough, sometimes it was still necessary to be a little violent, and it was useless to break a few fish bones in a row, and after encountering a stone, it was quickly coaxed, and Han Cheng smashed a small hole in five or seven strokes.

After the first hole came out, he did not stop, but continued to take the stone to make a hole in the skin, controlling the distance, trying to smash one every half a centimeter, of course, if he was not careful, it would be no problem.

Now is the time to solve the problem of food and clothing, not to pay attention to aesthetics.

The sound of tapping inside the cave pulled the witch out of the ethereal state of recording things.

He frowned, put down the 'stone pen' in his hand, rubbed his tired and sore fingers and wrists, and walked out of the inner hole to see who was so noisy.

After seeing that it was Han Cheng who was striking with the stone, he showed a slightly surprised look.

Wu walked to Han Cheng's side, and after seeing Han Cheng's movements clearly, there was a puzzled look in his eyes, he didn't understand, this good skin, why did Shenzi make him into smaller halves, and smashed so many small holes in the skin.

Isn't the bigger the skin, the better?

Whether the big skin is wrapped around the body to keep warm or used to wrap the fruit, it is far better than the small skin, why did the Divine Son make it smaller?

If it was before, Wu must have thought that this little guy was messing around, but yesterday's experience was still vivid, so he couldn't have the slightest contempt for this god son who looked like he was only six or seven years old.

Han Cheng looked up and saw Wu, and also found Wu's confusion, but he didn't explain anything, because the tribal language was too simple, he wanted to explain to Wu what he wanted to do, and what this thing did, it would take a lot of effort, it would be better to make the gloves directly.

Han Cheng finally smashed small holes into the edges of the rabbit skin on three sides, which was the eye of a needle.

The problem of thread is easier to solve, because there is a kind of grass in the vicinity that is very tough and can be used as a rope.

There are many of these grasses, and there are many of them in the caves, which are used as firewood and spread under the body for heating.

Under Wu's gaze, Han Cheng found a handful of this grass that was relatively long, and after folding the skin that had been smashed out of the hole in half, he began to use this grass, which he called 'rope grass', to 'thread the needle' along the small hole that was paired.

Han Cheng did not use the common inverse and positive acupuncture method in later generations, which was not suitable for the current situation.

Instead, use tough rope grass to penetrate two holes folded in half, circle back and forth twice, and after tightening, go through the next hole.

After about twenty minutes, it is highly likely that the first glove of this era appeared.