Chapter 7 Dressing for Etiquette?

There was a large ball of hemp hanging on the wall, and with a low groan, Yun Lang tore off a strand of coarse linen from the wall, skillfully split the coarse linen, and then divided it into a dozen thin strands, put them on a wooden plank, and beat them vigorously with a mallet.

It was not until the twine became soft that he found a stick, tied a stone to the bottom of the stick, and began to rub the twine.

This work alone consumed him a full hour, holding a large ball of fine twine wrapped around a stick, and he was full of emotion.

The dead man's clothes that Dazai got were also sackcloth, and they were worn like a file on his body, which made Yunlang's delicate skin suffer a lot.

Even so, the shirt had been worn by the dead man for a long time, and it had long since worn out.

In addition, out of cleanliness, Yun Lang boiled this tattered shirt in a gray clay pot for three days.

The bearskin is very beautiful, and when you blow it lightly, the thick layer of fur will whirlpool, and it is the finest skin.

Yun Lang has a small knife, and according to Dazai, as long as it is a Qin person, it should have a knife, which is used to eat meat when there is nothing to do, and to kill people when there is something.

This sentence undoubtedly revealed the offensive mentality of the old Qin people, and they had never had a defensive concept.

During the just-concluded period of the Great Qin Empire, they were always on the attacking side.

The knife is used to open up the territory, otherwise what to do with the blade.

In fact, Yun Lang's small knife is not sharp at all, how sharp can a knife made of bronze be?

No matter how sharp it was, as long as he cut the bear skin for a while, the edge of the knife would become dull and round, and Yun Lang had to cut it a few times, and then rub the knife on the stone a few times so that the knife would remain sharp.

Yun Lang never thought that sewing a garment would be so difficult.

In the past, as an orphan, he used to do a lot of this kind of small manual work, and even when he was the most clumsy, the efficiency of the work was much higher than now.

Just as Yun Lang was struggling to fight against the animal skin clothes, the tiger habitually rushed out from behind the big stone with a gust of wind, squatted on the high stone, opened its mouth wide and continued to spew hot air.

The useless doe Yoyo screamed and plunged into Yun Lang's arms, and Yun Lang couldn't sew clothes with peace of mind.

The clothes were in pieces, and Yun Lang's whole body was slippery, so he was naturally unwilling to climb the stone with his bare buttocks.

However, after waiting for a while, the stupid tiger was still crouching on the stone and panting, and he was a little worried that Dazai would not come from behind the stone.

Without Dazai, Yun Lang wasn't quite sure he would be able to survive alone in this remote place.

You know, he is pink and tender now, and he must be very delicious to eat, far from the charred appearance when he first came.

Tie the half-finished bearskin pants around his waist, Yun Lang struggled to climb the big rock, holding the tiger's head and looking down the path.

The small mountain road was empty, and the tigers had just passed by, and there wasn't even a mischievous squirrel.

"He's going to be fine, right?" Yun Lang subconsciously asked the tiger.

The tiger naturally turned a deaf ear, and still set its eyes on the doe who wanted to jump on the stone to find Yunlang for shelter.

The big stone is a dividing ridge for Yunlang, the outside of the big stone is a flood wilderness, and the inside of the big stone is a temporary home.

He didn't have the impulse to run outside the big rock, at least, he wouldn't go until he was sure that it was really safe outside, even if it was for Dazai, the existence that could kill Dazai, who was strong in martial arts, was not difficult to kill Yunlang.

The only thing he could do was to squat safely on the rocks with the tiger and wait for Dazai to return.

The sun was abundant on the big stone, the tiger spread out and lay lazily on it to bask in the sun, seeing that the tiger was not nervous, Yun Lang's tense heart was slowly put back into his stomach, and it seemed that this place was more suitable for work.

When the sun was about to set, Yunlang's pants were finally ready, not the deep clothes that Dazai wore, and he climbed a broken rock, and his swarthy ass was exposed.

It felt good to put on the pants, but Dazai still didn't come back.

The yellow rice was steamed, the cured meat eaten by the tiger was prepared, the wild vegetables were splashed with wild boar fat, and the chopsticks were boiled in boiling water.

Dazai still hasn't returned.

The feeling of waiting for someone is very annoying, Yun Lang didn't like waiting for someone before, and after a little time, the whole person will become irritable.

When it was dark, it was raining outside, and Yun Lang looked at the already cold food, sitting cross-legged in front of the door to watch the rain.

A cool breeze blows, and Dazai finally returns.

His appearance was very embarrassed, his tattered deep clothes were covered with muddy water, and the exquisite scabbard was even more muddy and could not be seen from his true face.

Yun Lang stepped forward to help, Dazai pushed Yun Lang away, staggered and fell on the bamboo slip, breathing heavily like a bellows.

This is a symptom of detachment.

It used to be Dazai who took care of him, but now it's his turn to take care of Dazai, and that's how things turn in turns.

Peeling off Dazai's wet clothes, there was a large black patch on his chest, which looked like he had been punched with a fist.

Yun Lang didn't ask who hit it, only knowing that Dazai's boat didn't seem to be very stable.

Dazai, who was relieved, silently took the yellow rice brought by Yun Lang, poured some broth on it, he didn't eat vegetables, and after eating the yellow rice, he fell asleep on the pile of bamboo slips, and snoring like thunder in an instant.

After Yun Lang finished eating, he cleaned the dishes and chopsticks, sat down on the edge of the fire again, and sewed his shirt with that big needle.

Naturally, the clothes produced in this way cannot be too good, in fact, a layer of linen cloth is sewn into the bear skin, and then a few Chinese knots are tied with hemp rope as buttons.

If there is silk or colored satin, Yun Lang can make more beautiful buttons, which is a skill he learned when he made cheongsam with Granny Yun.

Before going to bed, Yun Lang not only finished his shirt, but also sewed and mended Dazai's torn clothes.

He stretched, glanced at the stone room again, and sighed.

In fact, there was nothing lacking in this room, except that Dazai made it like a pig's nest.

The essence of life lies in the word diligence, and a person's living environment can show a person's spiritual outlook to a large extent.

Yun Lang thinks that Dazai can be sloppy, his new life has just begun, and he must not develop the habit of being sloppy, and after a long time, fake sloppiness will become real laziness.

Yun Lang has seen several very powerful people because of his work.

One thing these people have in common is that they never show themselves in front of people.

This thing is like a meal that has been eaten in the stomach, and you know how full you are, so you don't need to spit it out and let everyone in the world know.

Be careful in an unfamiliar environment, this sentence is always true.

That's what Yun Lang is doing now.

Dazai thinks that he only knows names, and likes to teach him to read, so he carefully follows Dazai to recognize words, and it's not bad at a glance, anyway, his cognition of Lishu is just understanding.

When Dazai woke up, the sun was already in the west, and Yun Lang, who was dressed in a strange clothes, brought him food, and he watched Yun Lang clean up the scattered stone house while eating.

"Why didn't you ask me why I came back yesterday?" Dazai put down the rice bowl in his hand and said thoughtfully.

Yun Lang brought the sand table over and wrote the three characters of the First Emperor in three fonts in front of him.

Dazai quickly forgot what he had just asked, carefully checked Yunlang's homework, picked out two inappropriate places, and then continued to teach him to read.

The custom is to eat two meals a day, and when it gets dark, Dazai stops teaching, coughs and gets up, and goes outside the stone house, looking at the remaining sunset in the sky.

"How long have you been here?"

Dazai looked back at Yun Lang and smiled, "For a lifetime." ”

"You don't want to go out and have a look?"

"I don't want to, outside is the world of the Han Kingdom, and there is no place for me, the Qin people."

"Don't you regret it?"

"The Qin people promise a thousand gold, and they don't spin their heels when they die......"

Yun Lang thought for a while and said, "It's actually not bad to stay here, as long as you are happy, everywhere is a happy land." ”

"Don't be a laxative, unscrupulous means are not heroes, don't change your original intentions! Yunlang, you have to remember that once a person has changed his power, he will have no persistence. ”

Yun Lang nodded, he didn't want to ask Dazai if it was worth it to spend his life guarding the tomb of a dead man.

Even if he is the First Emperor, he is not qualified to still firmly control a group of people for his use after his death.

Of course, this is his idea, but Dazai will take his persistence as an honor.

This is very in line with the values of people in this era, just like not eating Zhou Su Boyi Shuqi, just like the five hundred heroes of Tian Heng who stayed on an isolated island and finally killed himself, as for the cruel loyalty of the Zhao orphans, it is exactly what people like Dazai yearn for.

In these days when he couldn't move, Yun Lang thought a lot, the identity exposed from Dazai, and the tall verdant mound opposite the stone house, it would be stupid for him to guess that the opposite side was the Mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang.

After all, the south side is backed by mountains, and the east, west and north sides form a trend of water on three sides. "Surrounded by mountains and waters" is the most important geographical feature of the Mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang.

He was measuring Dazai, believing that Dazai was also measuring him, Yun Lang didn't believe in a person he had just met, and presumably Dazai wouldn't trust him too much.

Until now, Yun Lang had doubted that from the first day he appeared in this world, Dazai should have discovered his existence.

Otherwise, it is impossible to explain how a person who cannot move can survive alone in the wasteland for three days.

In this life, Yun Lang has never had any good luck, so he never believes in coincidences.