Salt is too important to human beings, hearing that there may be a salt mine nearby, Wang Lang's mood was immediately not calm, he drank blood for a year, Wang Lang now wants to vomit when he sees blood, with salt, even bitter coarse salt is a hundred times better than drinking blood.

Jianya looked at Wang Lang's appearance of wanting to eat people, and was startled, and couldn't help but move his body away from Wang Lang.

"Really, I've seen them before when I went hunting with other warriors, and those animals licked dirt and rocks, and I tasted them and they didn't taste good. Can this thing really be eaten?" Jianya looked at Wang Lang with some suspicion.

Wang Lang glanced at Jianya with disdain, and licked the stone directly, this guy is really violent, not afraid of eating himself to death?

"Of course you can't eat it directly, this needs some treatment, otherwise people will get sick after eating it, and I will naturally have a way to deal with it. With that, we don't have to drink blood." Wang Lang said confidently.

Jianya scratched his head and asked puzzledly, "Is there anything wrong with drinking blood?"

Wang Lang didn't know how to explain to Jianya, there was no way to drink blood before, but if there was salt, which civilized society would go back to do this, Wang Lang wanted to bring the tribe into civilization, and this barbaric behavior was certainly not the best.

"You don't care about this, in short, having salt will make us stronger, it is enough for you to remember this, it is even more important than our lives." Wang Lang said solemnly.

Seeing that Wang Lang said so seriously, Jianya clenched his fists and pounded his chest a few times, saying that he would definitely defend these with his life.

Wang Lang nodded and said, "After eating for a while, smoke the remaining fish, these fish are enough for us to eat for many days. I won't have to hunt tomorrow."

"Why?"

Seeing such a rich receipt today, Jianya was planning to do it again tomorrow, of course the more food the better, and this is still not a dangerous thing, I don't know why Wang Lang didn't go.

"The rainy season is coming soon, we have to prepare some things these days, we will go there after a while, and bring back as much dirt and rocks as possible before the rainy season comes, if we do it in the rainy season, it is too dangerous to walk that long distance." Wang Lang explained.

After listening to Wang Lang's words, Jianya looked at the piles of fish piled up like a hill in the yard with some regret.

Wang Lang looked at him and smiled and said: "What's so sad, the river is there, the fish are there, and they can't run away, and we will have time in the future. It's not bad for two days."

Jianya thought about it and agreed with Wang Lang's words, but he was still not happy in his heart.

Wang Lang shook his head and didn't say anything. Instead, he told the stars to let them prepare food.

Looking at the busy crowd, Wang Lang sat next to the fire, writing and drawing on the ground with a wooden stick, frowning and contemplating.

"Hemp rope is easy to obtain, but what about the loom, alas, it is really difficult at the beginning."

Cloth is needed for boiling salt filtration, and cloth is also used to make clothes, but how to make this cloth, Wang Lang is confused.

Due to today's abundant harvest, the tribe enjoyed a whole fish feast, steamed fish, grilled fish, boiled fish, so that everyone ate with a bulging belly. Everyone's heart is full of hope for the future.

It wasn't until after dinner that the rest of the tribe had slept, and Wang Lang's mind was still thinking about how to make something that could weave cloth.

In the next period of time, Wang Lang and others took tools to clean up the weeds and shrubs outside the wooden wall, and he planned to make the wooden wall wider outward, after all, the current residence was really a little crowded.

During this period, in addition to learning their language with the stars, whenever I have free time, I will think about how to weave.

Until one day, after Wang Lang and the others had dinner, they looked at the strip of rags like silk wool around their waists by the light of the fire, and looked at it carefully for a long time.

The cotton cloth produced by modern industry is very fine, although it is difficult to see that it is a piece of cloth around Wang Lang's body now, but Wang Lang still carefully identified a small grid on the cotton cloth. Wang Lang stared at these grids, his eyes lit up, and he had a good idea in his heart, but now it was night, and even if he had an idea, he couldn't do anything.

Wang Lang tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. I just want to fall asleep quickly and try my ideas after dawn.

The next day, Wang Lang did not clear the vacant land with the others, and while the rest of the people were busy, Wang Lang was looking for straight branches near his residence.

Although people were puzzled by Wang Lang's behavior, they were not curious to ask anything.

After finding a satisfactory branch, Wang Lang polished it smooth, drew a rectangle the size of A4 paper on the ground, and divided five equal scales on the wide edge, and nailed the polished branch to the painted scale, Wang Lang tried, and the branch was nailed very firmly. Since it was only an experiment, Wang Lang did not make this simple loom very large.

After doing this, Wang Lang tied the bark of the rope tightly to the branches, and alternately threaded a thin branch through the fiber threads. Next, Wang Lang wraps the remaining fiber thread around a wooden stick, and uses this spindle with fiber to alternately pass through five parallel threads, and each time he finishes, he uses the thin branch to fix the woven place.

After going back and forth like this for more than 20 minutes, Wang Lang finally got the first piece of cloth in this world, looking at this simple cloth, Wang Lang laughed happily.

The success of his own idea experiment means that Wang Lang, a small tribe, is expected to get rid of the days of streaking and take a small step towards civilization.

"With cloth, you can make clothes, since it is a civilized tribe, then you should have the name of your own tribe, and there is a cloth department?..... Sounds awkward, but there's a clothing department?" Wang Lang shook his head. negated both names.

"The ancients once said that there is the beauty of uniforms, called Hua, and there is great etiquette, so it is called Xia, since there are clothes to cover the body, and I myself am a descendant of China, since this is the case, then I might as well pass on the Chinese civilization in this world, a new Chinese tribe."

Wang Lang's heart is surging at the moment, a civilization must be inherited by itself, and he will leave his mark on the history of mankind in this world. Looking at the shoddy cloth in your hands, this is the crystallization of civilization, human wisdom.

Fanxing has seen Wang Lang doing some strange things on the side since the morning, although he doesn't know what Wang Lang is doing, but Fanxing knows that Wang Lang must be doing something meaningful to the tribe, and at this moment he saw Wang Lang standing there motionless, and couldn't help but stop what he was doing and came to Wang Lang's side and asked, "Lang, what's wrong with you?"

Disturbed by the stars, Wang Lang recovered from his excitement, looked at the stars and said, "What do you think this is?"

Fanxing looked at the piece of cloth in Wang Lang's hand, shook his head, and said, "Lang, is this what you just made?" What's the use of that?"

Wang Lang smiled and said, "This is a good thing, with this, we will have clothes to wear."

"What's the clothes?"

This question made Wang Lang speechless, as a modern person is a normal person, he knows that not wearing clothes is a shameful thing, but saying shame to a group of primitive people who run around with their bare butts every day is simply playing the piano to the cow. Wang Lang had no choice but to say to Fanxing: "Clothes are very beautiful things, you can wear them on your body, in short, they are very useful, and when I make them, you will definitely like them."

Fanxing sighed, and didn't take this matter to heart, since Wang Lang said that it was something useful, it must be useful, looked at the piece of cloth in Wang Lang's hand, and continued to do his own thing.