When Wang Tian returned to the tribe, he found a bunch of people surrounding Huzi and Slender Toutuo, who had returned from collecting grass, and Xiaoli seemed to have just cried on her face, and tears were still in the corners of her eyes.

"Ling'er, the big tiger and the little tiger are hungry, it's time to eat." Wang Tian wanted to hand over the two little tiger cubs to Xiao Ling and let her ask for milk.

Ling'er didn't take the two little tiger cubs, she shook Wang Tian's arm and said, "Brother Tianzi, the three leaders and the tiger son, it's so pitiful, look at their hands..."

After listening to Ling'er say this, Wang Tian knew what was happening, it turned out that the two of them went to collect forage with their bare hands, and their hands were covered with grass juice and the milk of some wild grasses, and they became black and sticky.

In addition, the skin on the surface was cut by some thatch, and the palms of the two hands were indeed black and sticky, and the wounds cut by the grass were still old and long.

The palms of the two hands do look miserable, and it doesn't matter if the weather is like this now, if you get into something, the skin on your hands is dry and cracked, then it will be quite sour.

Wang Tian carefully picked up their palms and looked at them, the wounds were not deep, and it was estimated that there was no bleeding or very little bleeding, at least there was no blood on the surface.

But this was not an option, so Wang Tian hurriedly asked them to wash the wound with salt water, and found a handful of white-haired prunella in the vegetable field between the public bath and the root of the gable.

After smashing it with stones, it was packed in a clay bowl and brought to the two of them, Xiaoli and Ling'er were cleaning their wounds, and Wang Tian motioned for them to wipe the wounds with the leaves of the white-haired prunella.

Prunella vulgaris is a very good anti-inflammatory herb, in order to be prepared, Wang Tian planted a row in the spice field of the tribe, so that a little disaster and small injury, mosquito bites or something, can be used for treatment immediately.

"Third brother, Huzi, why don't you use a stone knife to mow the grass, this hand will crack in winter, and it will hurt when you touch it." Wang Tian was puzzled by the two of them collecting forage with their bare hands.

The thin head Tuo smiled innocently, shook his head, and did not speak, the corners of his mouth grinned, probably because he was hurt by Xiao Ling's wound.

Huzi also grinned with a grin, and Wang Tian asked for a while before he replied: "The stone knife of the Son of Heaven can't cut the grass at all, and we have no other way to pull it out with our hands." ”

After answering the Son of Heaven, he turned his head and comforted Xiaoli who helped him with medicine.

Wang Tian thought about it and felt that the best tool to use for mowing grass was a sickle, and a stone knife with a straight handle was not easy to use even if it was sharp.

Then you won't ask the Big Hands to make a few scythes, there are a lot of bones and stones in the tribe, just find two bent bones that can be sharpened, tie the handle and use it.

"Scythe? What is a scythe? Thin Toutuo's face was dazed. A sickle, a sickle is a tool specially used to cut grass. After finishing speaking, Wang Tiancai remembered that no one had ever seen a sickle.

These guys still have too poor hands-on awareness, their lawn mowers are torn to the pain, and they don't know how to think of a way, such a simple stone sickle, they don't know how to make a handful to use, where do they want to get these aspects.

Considering that the sickle should have a little weight to be easy to use, Wang Tian planned to use stone to make it, why was he making all kinds of tools every day.

I just made a hand-made plow, and I was about to make the curved plow next, but this time it was good, and I directly made the sickle again.

The structure of the stone sickle is not complicated, a cutter head and a handle are enough, find a few thin and sharp stones with suitable width and width for easy grinding, and then sharpen a little to sharpen the cutting edge.

Next, at the end of the knife head connected to the stick, carefully smash out four notches, which are used to secure the tied rope so that the rope will not loosen during use.

Then take out a straight wooden stick with a length of 50 cm and a diameter of about 4 cm, cut about 10 cm in the middle of the section of one of the ends, take out the knife head, and compare it on the notch.

After determining the length, tie the stick with a straw rope at 10 cm of the cut end to prevent the stick from cracking down after the cutter is loaded.

Then stick the notched end of the stone knife horizontally into the crack of the stick, and try to press the largest opening of the stick with your hand.

If the two sticks are upturned badly after the stone knife is loaded, you can use a knife to cut off some more material on both sides of the gap between the sticks.

Until you can press it down by hand to fit the knife stone well, adjust the position of the stone knife stuck in the wooden seam, and the angle between the stone sickle and the wooden stick can be as long as it does not exceed 90 degrees.

This can be determined at will according to personal usage habits, Wang Tian chose an angle of about seventy or eighty degrees,

After adjusting the position, use a rope to open the end of the wooden stick in the way of pulling the hand plough today, and wrap it all neatly around it, and after the tie is done, a stone sickle is ready.

When cutting grass, the stone sickle does not rely entirely on the sharp edge, but mainly relies on the huge pressure to cut off the plant in an instant.

Wang Tian took the freshly made stone sickle, grabbed a handful of cut grass, and let the thin-headed mother-in-law grab the end of the grass with both hands and hold it hard.

Then his left hand grabbed the upper part of the green forage, lifted it up hard, and at the same time motioned to the mother-in-law of the thin head to pull down, and the stone sickle held by Wang Tian in his right hand leaned against the forage, and took it into his body, because the edge of the blade was very thin, and the huge pressure automatically broke the forage.

The two of them, Slender Toutuo and Huzi, looked at the neat grass break, and then looked at their hands, only feeling that they deserved it, such a simple tool, why couldn't they think of it?

Since the last time the child was snatched, the third brother and his family always felt uncomfortable when they saw Wang Tian, not that they still had a pimple in their hearts, but that they were a little embarrassed.

After all, after the arrival of the Son of Heaven, Wu rarely beat people, and Slender Toutuo was beaten twice in a short period of time, the first time was deserved, and the second time was because of a misunderstanding that he had suffered for his wife, but it always felt strange to meet again.

In fact, after they understood that they were going to bathe the child, not to cook the child to eat, they were always worried that the Son of Heaven would blame themselves, so that now the thin head Tuo does not dare to talk to the Son of Heaven.

Later, when he saw the Son of Heaven take out the precious linen cloth to make swaddling clothes for the child, and today he said to the two couples that they should do the same thing, and the stones in their hearts couldn't help but let go.

In fact, this can't blame them for worrying, the status of the Son of Heaven in the tribe is self-evident, but they are the only ones who have been criticized by Wu for contradicting the Son of Heaven, and if they don't panic, it is fake.

Next, Wang Tian made another stone sickle, one for Huzi and the other for Slender Toutuo, so that they could sharpen the edge of the blade when they were fine.

Then Wang Tian asked Ling'er to fetch a piece of linen, spread it flat on the dining table, and motioned to Huzi and Slender Toutuo to use their palms coated with green herbs, and after spreading their five fingers as hard as they could, they pressed out two handprints on it.

The two of them glanced at each other, they couldn't understand why the respected Son of Heaven wanted to let him press the palm prints on the precious linen, looking at the two green palm prints of the linen shirt, both of them were a little at a loss.

In fact, not only the two of them, but everyone next to them was inexplicable, Xiaoli and Ling'er were even more distressed about the piece of linen, a good linen shirt, and two handprints were pressed, and anyone would feel distressed.

But Wang Tian's next actions made everyone's hearts drip blood, and even Ling'er, who had always looked like a good girl in front of Wang Tian, was a little annoyed in her heart.

For no other reason, he felt that Brother Tianzi had first soiled the linen she had worked so hard to weave, and now he had picked up the scissors too much......

And Wang Tian didn't explain, he followed the outline on the linen, enlarged it a little around it, and cut off the two palm prints according to the shape of his palm.

Next, the two palm prints were stacked on the linen cloth again, and the graphite charcoal pen was taken out to trace the outline of the cut palm prints, and then cut them out again.

In this way, after cutting 4 pieces of linen cloth the size of the corresponding palm, he stopped, and at this time, Ling'er, who was pouting, was no longer angry, although he didn't know what Brother Tianzi was going to do, but she knew that Brother Tianzi was definitely not sabotaging.