After Wang Lang and Yi finished talking, after returning to the inner city once and knowing the identity of Qi Yan, this time his opinion of him changed greatly.

"Bark, have you entertained our friends from afar." Wang Lang said to the bark.

"Hehe, chief, aren't you worried about me doing things?" Bark laughed.

"Honorable Chief, it's getting late, we have to return to the Tribe." Qi Yan said respectfully to Wang Lang.

Wang Lang nodded and said, "Okay, I'll let the bark give you a section, there are a lot of beasts around here, if you are eaten by wild beasts, the congratulatory peace talks may end here." ”

Qi Yan smiled: "Don't worry, the people who came with me are the most brave warriors of the tribe, and some beasts can still deal with it." ”

"In that case, if you take this plate, then we won't be far away." Wang Lang said.

Qi Yan saluted Wang Lang, turned around and followed the bark towards the takeaway.

After sending off the people of the Fire Tribe, the bark and the forest fire returned.

"Lang, what news did that guy bring wings?" Lin Huo asked.

The corners of Wang Lang's mouth curled and said, "The Fire Tribe and the Flower Tribe are at war, which is why they are in a hurry to make peace with us. ”

"I see." The two said in unison.

"So what do we do!" Bark asked, a hint of excitement in his eyes.

"What to do, of course do nothing, the tribe still has so many things to do, how can there be that kung fu to fight." Wang Lang said.

"This is a great opportunity, the two tribes of them are fighting hotly, let's kill them directly now." Bark said excitedly.

"War is not the only means, don't think I don't know what's going on in your head, isn't it just the woman who has been thinking about the Fire Tribe?" Wang Lang looked at the bark with a smile.

Suddenly, Wang Lang said what he really thought in his heart, and the bark old face turned red, but fortunately, it was darker, and he couldn't see the change.

"Hehe, chief, it's not good to have more women, give birth to more cubs, and our tribe will be bigger in the future." Bark laughed.

"You don't have to worry about this, if you want people, you don't necessarily have to go through war, just now I have made a deal with Qiyan, a pottery plate can be exchanged for a woman and two cubs, isn't it much easier than going to war to rob people?" Wang Lang said slowly.

When the two of them heard this, they suddenly became interested, and Lin Huo said: "Can such a plate be exchanged for a woman and two cubs?" ”

Wang Lang nodded and said: "Don't think that our pottery is just burned with mud, if you want to make our tribe so exquisite, only we are here, according to my idea, a plate can only be exchanged for such a few people, I still think it is less." Wang Lang snorted coldly.

The two of them were immediately surprised, these things that can be seen everywhere on weekdays, originally they thought that they were of little use except as utensils, but they didn't expect them to be so valuable.

"Chief, since our pottery is so useful, let's burn more and exchange all their women for it." Bark said excitedly.

"Do you think they're fools, saying that it's useless if there's too much of it, and we just need to exchange it for population little by little." Wang Lang looked at the bark with disdain.

Although this decision to exchange populations was cheaper for Wang Lang, it could be said that it was an unwarranted disaster for the small tribes wandering around the grassland, and for a long time in the future, the fire tribe's action to capture slaves became even more crazy, which made the savages on the grassland panic all day long.

There were another 200 catties of potatoes, and Wang Lang immediately asked people to dispose of these potatoes, so that they could be harvested as soon as possible.

Time was in a hurry, and half a month later, all the hemp had been spun into twine, and the first linen cloth that was more than four meters long and more than one meter wide was finally made.

Wang Lang was extremely excited when he received the cloth from the woman, and his trembling hands touched the rough cloth, and he couldn't help himself for a long time.

With the cloth, Wang Lang had to make a dress himself.

And what he wants to do is not the kind of T-shirt and short sleeves worn by modern people, the 20-year-old Hanfu that has been passed down in China for thousands of years, and the right side of his hair is tied up, so that he really belongs to the Chinese nation.

Wang Lang had the women sharpen a bone needle from a fish bone, and the smelting workers made a pair of scissors.

After all the tools were made, Wang Lang immediately transformed into a tailor.

Drawing the clothes he designed on the wooden board, Wang Lang carefully cut the precious cloth.

Because he was in the tropics, Wang Lang did not make that kind of long shirt, but made the short clothes worn by the ancient working people, which was very convenient for fighting or working in troubled times.

Since he started making clothes, Wang Lang can be said to have stayed at home, watching the clothes take shape little by little, Wang Lang is very hurried.

A week later, the first dress was finally made in Wang Lang's hands.

This mess of clothes with rotten stitches is the most beautiful one in the world in Wang Lang's eyes.

On this day, Wang Lang, who had made his clothes, couldn't wait to put them on his body, and even deliberately found a thin branch and tied up his hair.

If it is a puppet mirror, Wang Lang is estimated to be stinky in front of the mirror for a while.

Wearing the finished clothes, Wang Lang walked out of the tribe and immediately attracted a lot of attention.

Fanxing looked at the clothes on Wang Lang's body, his eyes couldn't move, and his eyes were full of envy.

"Lang, is this the clothes?" Fanxing said in a trembling voice.

Wang Lang nodded heavily, although there was no fuel, the color of his clothes was also the beige of linen, compared to others who only wore a straw skirt, this was simply something that only a god could enjoy.

Looking at the more and more clansmen, Wang Lang said loudly: "This is to make clothes out of twine, in my dream the gods are dressed like this, with such a hairstyle, all these things are the guidance of the gods." ”

After Wang Lang finished speaking, the clansmen knelt on the ground and continued to worship the sky, and the scene looked strange and spectacular.

From this day on, people understood what is the gorgeousness of clothes and what is shame.

What Wang Lang is most concerned about is that from the day of the birth of clothes, he is finally about to start the reform of the tribe, and with cloth as an equivalent, the plan to promote the formation of private ownership is also logically put on the agenda.

The production of cloth is slow, so it is impossible to make a tribe immediately a tribe with the beauty of clothing, and the only way to have clothes can be exchanged for what is worthy.