Wuchen said that he had a place to store things, and it turned out that there was a sac on the tip of his tail.

That sac is the storage space, which can store a lot of things, and the higher his cultivation, the greater the space in the sac.

Maybe that's the real personal space!

Wuchen and Mi Lan were eating, and Silver Owl ran over with a new scythe: "Mi Lan, look, this is a freshly forged scythe, how about you take a look?"

Mi Lan took it and looked at it, and said, "It's good, let's build it like this! ”

After all, the scythe is of little use, and if you want to develop the wolf clan, living utensils and weapons are indispensable.

Mi Lan said: "I'll draw some drawings after eating, you can just build them according to the pictures." ”

Silver Owl: "Good!"

"I have an idea, this scythe is so easy to use, why don't you make it into a weapon?" Wuchen said suddenly.

"Huh? Mi Lan put down her chopsticks and listened attentively.

"The beasts are huge, and it's hard to bite their throats when fighting them, so you can't hurt them much. ”

Wuchen also put it on the chopsticks, and seriously said what he thought: "If there is a sickle, it will be different, let's make it bigger." If you encounter an orangutan, you will cut off their legs, so that they can only lie down, and it will be easy to destroy them. ”

Silver Owl gave Wuchen a thumbs up: "I agree with Wuchen's idea." ”

The idea was good, the oranas were too tall, and the orcs could only attack their limbs in front of him.

Sounds a lot like the Reaper's Scythe, wait, what is the Reaper's Scythe?

Mi Lan drew a diagram of the style of the knife, as well as arrowheads, spears, and some practical gadgets.

Knives are different from sickles, knives can be cut and chopped, and scythes can be cut and hooked, which is more practical than knives.

Silver Owl is a weapon fan, and he can read the drawings drawn by Mi Lan at a glance. With the enthusiasm of the clansmen.

The task of hunting was given to Bai Xuan, and he took the prey that his people had brought back to pickle it with salt juice.

The rest of the dust-free is frozen in the cellar and kept as food for the winter.

Wuchen led people to catch a lot of herbivores alive and raised them.

The orcs who could not hunt their prey in the clan hunted wild grass nearby to feed them.

The silver owl gave the children of the tribe to Mi Lan and asked him to give them literacy.

Mi Lan didn't want to teach, but the system came out to make trouble again, and there was no way to teach it in order to complete the task!

The silver owl deliberately set aside a large cave to teach the children to learn.

Snowflakes began to fall outside, covering the ground with a layer of silver.

The branches of the trees in the distance seem to be wrapped in a layer of white flowers, which is very beautiful. Blown by the wind, it floated down from the branches, and the jade butterflies flew like pear blossoms.

It's a charming snow scene, but it's a little cold. This was the first snow that Miran had seen in this world.

There was a fire in the cave, and the children were not very cold.

Also studying together were the eldest children, Xiao Sang, Xiao Jing and her apprentices.

"Teacher, this is my homework, do you see it? ”

Mi Lan was lying at the door looking at the snow outside, and a child ran over with an animal skin book in his hand and asked.

Mi Lan took it and looked at it, the corners of her mouth twitched, what kind of homework is this?

It is no wonder that the children write with charcoal on animal skins, which is not dark.

By the way, why not make a pen and paper?

Just do it, Mi Lan returned the animal skin book to the child: "I can't see it clearly, rewrite it." After writing it, just hand it over to Xiao Jing's squad leader. ”

"I know the teacher," the kid pouted, not wanting to do his homework.

Just about to leave, he suddenly turned around and said, "Teacher, I can do all these questions, can I stop writing?"

"If you don't write, how can you do it?" Rewrite it ten times, or the teacher will punish you severely!"

The child: "......", it's better not to ask, whose teacher is this? Why is this so ruthless? This is bullying children, absolutely.

"Girl, I plan to cut off the father-daughter relationship with you, you are so bad that you even bully children, I don't have a daughter like you. ”

The system doesn't seem to be uncomfortable.

Besides, even if I bully, I bullied him with my ability, and I'm not wrong. ”

System: "......" What you said makes a lot of sense, and you have a long ability.

"Xiao Jing, you will be their substitute teacher next. Mi Lan arranged things for Xiao Jing, she has learned a lot of words in the past six months, and she can teach as a substitute.

"Huh?" Xiao Jing was a little out of line, pointing to her nose and said, "Master, you let me teach? ”

"You can do it, come on, I'm optimistic about you. Mi Lan gave Xiao Jing a thumbs up.

Xiao Jing couldn't cry or laugh in an instant, who has such a master?

Mi Lan greeted the flying snow and went home to find Wuchen, who was taking a few orcs to do carpentry.

"What's the matter?" Wuchen asked when he saw Mi Lan coming, put down the drawings in his hand.

"I want to make some paper for the kids. Mi Lan said, patting the snowflakes on her head.

Wuchen picked up the drawing from the table and said, "This is the kind of paper?"

The paper in his hand was A4 paper that Mi Lan took out of the space and used it to draw drawings.

"Yes, it's this kind of paper, with which it is much easier for children to write. ”

In fact, she could have taken out more, but she didn't want to do it, not because she was reluctant, but it was better to teach people to fish than to teach them to fish.

She didn't know how long she would live, and if she found a home, she might go home.

If they were given paper and other things, what would they do if she was gone?

In that case, why not teach them to make more practical items by themselves. Do it yourself, and you can also pass it on from generation to generation.

"That's great, I'll go find the silver owl, let's discuss and discuss setting up a paper workshop. Wuchen raised his hand in support of Mi Lan, and after speaking, he went to find the silver owl.

The beast man is very energetic, and the work efficiency is still quite high. Recently, there have been more workshops, and there are no more caves in the tribe.

The silver owl led his people to find a vacant land and built a large stone house as a workshop for making paper.

Mi Lan went with them to the field to find bark, hemp bark, vine bark, and soak them in a large trough that had been built.

After a hundred days of soaking, the temperature gradually rose, the snow and ice began to melt, and the small animals also came out to forage for food and bask in the sun.

Mi Lan fished out the soaked bark and asked the orcs to chop it up with the iron knives they had made.

Put it in a large stone pot and boil, lick the mortar in the stone mortar, beat it repeatedly, mash the bark, put it into the curtain, and press the paper.

When the first piece of paper came out, Mi Lan held the paper like a rotten coarse cloth, and wanted to cry without tears.

"Oh my God! can anyone tell me what this thing is?" said Miran, turning without hesitation, throwing the paper into the fire.

"Don't throw it away! Wuchen wanted to take it out in distress, but it was too late, and it would be over in a while.

It took a few months of hard work for everyone to burn like this?

Wuchen glared at Mi Lan, picked up the son and stopped doing it, broke off the relationship, and really didn't want to get along with a fool.

"Hey, hey, don't be angry! Let's just do it again, failure is the mother of success, and success comes from failure without failure, right? ”

Hey, who said this? It's so familiar, forget it, anyway, it's not what I said: "How can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain, come on, let's continue." ”

Mi Lan smiled like a second fool, dustless and speechless, there is no way to continue to do it! Who let us make friends with fools.

Finally, after N failures, he made the first piece of paper that could be written.