Because the bark fiber is too coarse and not soft enough, fortunately, there are many kinds of plants in the deep forest, Wang Lang has seen a lot of plants similar to hemp, Wang Lang plans to try to use this plant fiber for weaving.

The current loom can be said to be very simple, because there are no metal tools, can not effectively process wood, Wang Lang has to consider other ways to improve.

The piece in my hand that can barely be called a cloth has only five warp threads, and it has no practical value at all.

Wood processing is inconvenient, Wang Lang considered using bamboo instead, some time ago when making bows and arrows, a large amount of bamboo was cut back, and now there are still a lot of piles left in the corner.

Wang Lang selected a bamboo arm thickness from the bamboo pair, cut it with a stone axe about one and a half meters in length, and then split it into four parts of about the same size, because the stone tool is not very easy to use, in order to get this thing Wang Lang took nearly half an hour to complete, tired and sweaty.

After resting for a while, Wang Lang lit the fire, because the bending performance of the bamboo is good, it will become soft after being roasted by the fire, and it can be processed into the shape he wants. After cooling with water, it can be set.

Wang Lang carefully roasted the four split bamboo strips softly, and it took an hour to make three straight bamboo strips about seven or eight centimeters wide.

Next, Wang Lang found a stone knife for cutting meat, the edge of this stone knife is relatively thin and hard, and it is already very sharp after careful polishing, although it cannot be compared with metal, but it is still easy to cut the skin and flesh.

Wang Lang took the stone knife and cut a bamboo strip in half from the middle, and drilled two small holes at each end of the bamboo strip. Then the other two bamboo strips were carved into a embossed shape, and Wang Lang put these bamboo strips together to make a rectangular frame.

Wang Lang looked at it and felt a little dissatisfied, and made some simple adjustments, and felt that after about the same, he used a stone knife to carve grooves on the edges of two relatively short wooden strips, this work is a meticulous job, Wang Lang has no experience, so the movement is very slow, knowing that the sky is dark Wang Lang carved a bamboo strip.

The light was not sufficient at night, and Wang Lang couldn't finish the rest of the carving, so he had to carefully put away the finished ones and tell the tribesmen that this was a very important thing not to move.

The next day, at dawn, people continued to clean up the surrounding weeds and shrubs, yesterday after a day of hard work, the cliff has opened up more than 100 square meters of open space, Wang Lang let them clear out half of such a large open space.

Wang Lang looked at the progress and was quite satisfied, at this rate, it was completely possible to build a fence and build a few thatched houses before the rainy season came.

After instructing everyone to pay attention to safety, Wang Lang continued to do what he didn't finish yesterday.

After a morning's hard work, Wang Lang finally carved all the grooves, and after assembling them, looking at the dense grooves, Wang Lang was full of a sense of achievement, and seventy or eighty lines could be fixed on the wooden strips more than half a meter wide, so much was already the limit of what Wang Lang could do.

Wang Lang didn't know what the ancient textile machine looked like, but Wang Lang felt that the principle should be similar to what he did, but if he wanted to weave a finer cloth, he could only wait for the conditions to continue to improve it in the future.

In the next day or two, after everyone cleaned up the nearby bushes and weeds, Wang Lang took the men of the tribe out to cut a lot of hemp plants, bundled them and threw them into the river to soak.

While waiting, the women and children dug pits in the clearing that the tribe had cleared for future wooden walls, while the men, led by Wang Lang, went fishing again and gave the fish to the women to smoke into dried fish.

In order to cope with the arrival of the rainy season, Wang Lang took the warriors of the tribe to hunt around, human beings themselves are at the top of the food chain, coupled with the relatively sophisticated weapons made by Wang Lang, during this time the animals near the tribe can be described as miserable, whether it is a large mammal or a small dinosaur, the giant birds can not escape Wang Lang's clutches.

Although there were only seven people, all seven of them were in the prime of life, and in the next week, they hunted two moa, a carnivorous dinosaur more than two meters tall, and a leopard.

Wang Lang of course kills one carnivore when he sees one, but for flightless small birds and some herbivores, he can catch them alive as much as possible.

However, the difficulty of capturing alive is relatively large, during this time Wang Lang only caught a dozen pheasants, and two fawns, relying on such a little thing to domesticate livestock as a food reserve, it is obviously unrealistic, Wang Lang can only rely on the accumulation of small amounts to comfort himself.

In the chicken coop built in the corner of the tribal wall, more than a dozen chickens clucked in the fence, without the consciousness of being a prisoner, and even two roosters fought for the right to mate, and Wang Lang had no choice but to catch one of them and kill it for meat.

Unlike the chickens, the two deer caught were chained to the chicken coop and shivered, and they had not eaten for a day or two, Wang Lang was very worried about whether they would starve to death like this, if they were still like this in a few days, Wang Lang had to kill them while they still had meat on them.

For a week, Wang Lang led everyone to fish out the hemp stalks soaked in the river water, piled up bundles of hemp in the yard, and called everyone in the tribe to peel and extract hemp fibers.

After everyone's efforts, Wang Lang got about thirty or forty catties of sun-dried hemp fiber in two days, looking at the yellow-white twine dried on the bamboo pole in the sun, Wang Lang's heart couldn't help but stir.

After collecting the fibres that could be used, Wang Lang taught the women of the tribe how to spin them into thread and how to use the looms they made.

The women gradually became proficient in the use of the loom, and with their dexterous hands they dragged the spindle back and forth between the twine, and the white cloth gradually took shape.

Because the loom is too simple, the efficiency of weaving can be described as extremely low, such a piece of cloth with a length of one and a half meters and a width of half a meter, Wang Lang estimates that two skilled women, from morning to night at least three days to finish, but in terms of the current conditions, this is also no way, although Wang Lang feels a little pity in his heart, but at present, it has to be so.

While the women were busy weaving, Wang Lang called the men of the tribe to his side, and he planned to visit the place that might be the salt pond in the next few days. After all, it takes a day to go anywhere, counting the time to collect and return with a load, it will take at least three or four days to go back and forth, and it is very dangerous to spend the night in the wild.