"I told you to wear gloves, you have to touch them. Did you get the sting? Does it hurt? ”

Yu Qian'er nodded, the numbness on the palm of her hand felt like she had been stung by a bee, Chen Jian grabbed her hand and dragged her to her side and smiled: "You deserve it, who asked you to take off your gloves?" ”

I looked at the small burrs on my palms, and my hands were red and full of small dots. Walked to the creek to get some wet mud, pasted it on Yu Qian'er's palm, rubbed it a few times, and you rubbed it all off, and replaced it with some more.

The original itching sensation gradually disappeared, and the small burrs were stained with slimy mud.

Yu Qian'er looked at her brother who was counting down, and said in her heart that the girl called the front tooth was stupid, if only she knew to wear gloves, but unfortunately her eleven brothers didn't know this way.

Jian Chen rubbed for a while, knowing that he was fine, and said, "Go wash your hands." ”

He turned around and told the people who were harvesting nettles about this method, a very simple soil method, the basic skills of the peasants.

Thinking outside the box, this is also a very technical behavior. In the previous life, some nobles would often add emery powder to each other's diet for the sake of inheritance, which stuck to the gastric mucosa, painful and didn't know what the disease was. Some jealous women scourge concubines by stuffing minced hair stubble under the concubines, using a similar method, but with a little bit of tenderloin cut out of the sticky noodles.

The tribesmen easily understood this first aid method after being stung, isn't it a way to use chewed sticky grass tied to a branch to stick cicadas to eat, it is easy to understand.

In fact, the clansmen are not stupid, because the clansmen are people, not orangutans, and their learning ability is still good.

None of the techniques that Jian Chen uses today are beyond this era - except for the unforeseen toilet scraping. Any other thing is left over from the previous life and the ancestors of this era.

Even some techniques may not be comparable to some tribes in previous lives, such as the one-millimeter-diameter drill holes on those jade objects, the bronze sacred tree in Sanxingdui, the smiling goddess in the Hongshan culture, and the lifelike jade dragon...... None of his people could do that.

If you don't bring the knowledge of your past life and grow up in the Wild Era, how long will it take to figure out how to drill a hole? How to smelt copper? How to weave cloth? How to plant? Without the knowledge of past lives, there is not one in a million who can do this, how can they think that these people are orangutans?

In the previous life, the North American Indians and their own people were slightly stronger, North America originally had no horses, until the horses brought by the colonists ran away from the farms, these Indians took less than ten years to domesticate wild horses, learned to shoot, and even some Indians knew English, French, Spanish, Dutch and other Chinese.

They would maintain guns, they would make pipe axes from broken barrels, and even Chief Tecumse had a Western-style speech full of gentlemen and ladies, and the Indians had a role in the burning of the White House in Canada.

In the Red Cloud War, the Indians completely annihilated the 7th Cavalry Regiment of the 1st Cavalry Division, and the 8th Cavalry Regiment, the sister unit of this unit, was severely damaged by another yellow army in the Battle of Yunshan in the Korean War. The word cloud is always a history that cannot be bypassed by a riding division.

The Red Cloud Chieftain made an impression on the colonists, so the birthplace of the Minotaurs, who symbolized the Indians in a game, was the Red Cloud Terrace.

I am afraid that this kind of learning ability cannot be understood by orangutans.

The difficult thing is not to know what it is, but to know why it is. Can anyone who can memorize pi be able to use calculus to deduce it? But does this affect those who don't know how to calculus infinite division to calculate the area of a circle?

Jian Chen didn't expect his clansmen to know all this, but it wasn't a big problem to learn what to do, and he wasn't worried. There is no reason why what the Indians of the past life could do, their own people could not do; There is no reason why some clever Indians have learned English and French in three years, and their own people cannot even count a thousand in three years when they are taught.

Just like the pile of nettles under their feet, the tribesmen don't need to know why the decomposed fibers can be spun into thread, they just need to know how to spin them. As for the principle, it depends on the accumulation of time and waiting for future generations.

Thinking so, he lowered his head and continued to harvest the wild nettles. Everyone's gloves were covered in sweat, mixed with the skin, giving off a fishy, rotten smell of protein. This kind of gloves made by the Lihezhe tribe in the previous life with the method of gluing clothes with fish maw are not breathable at all, if there were a pair of gloves with nettle thread at this time.

Towards noon, a great number of nettles had been harvested, and they were tied into bundles of rattan, and two men carried a bundle and brought them back to the village.

In the afternoon, the women are responsible for striking the nettles with sticks, removing the leaves from them, and by the way, breaking the wood fibers.

The men went to the river and made use of the natural forks to make a few simple hemp ponds. Hemp needs to be rotted before it can be used for weaving, and natural microorganisms are used to break down the bonds between the fibers, so that the fibers are all scattered.

It takes more than ten days to calculate, and the poisonous hairs on the nettle will also fall off during the process of rotting, and the final hemp fiber formed is similar to cotton fiber, which can be twisted into twine by using a simple spinning wheel or spinning wheel.

The principle of the spinning wheel is not difficult, that is, the big wheel drives the small wheel, so that the small wheel rotates at a very fast speed, and those short fibers are twisted together.

To put it simply, it is like tying a few ropes to a person's body, fixing the other end, and then rolling forward frantically, and naturally these ropes are twisted into a strand.

The difficulty is how to make the line longer and longer instead of breaking in a short way, which requires women to ponder slowly with great patience, and within a thousand years, I am afraid that they are the basic skills of women, and they are also the guarantee of women's family status in the future.

Whether it is a better life or a higher family status, it is created by both hands. These women's fingers will be covered with traces of twine, and perhaps even their nails will be marked by thread. But the bumps and wounds on these fingers will also be a glory for a woman, no less than a cocoon in the palm of a man's palm.

The woman, who did not yet know the pain she was going to experience in the future, laughed and brought over a bundle of nettles that had been bundled together and had their leaves removed, and watched curiously as the nettles that had been so hard cut were thrown into the hemp pool.

The man jumped into chest-deep water and pressed the bundles with stones, allowing the water to submerge them.

All that's left to do is wait, if the hemp is not soaked, the dry skin on it will stick to the fibers and cannot be torn off at all, and the twine will easily break like that.

It was not too difficult to soak the hemp, and the clansmen finished it with a grin, but Jian Chen looked at the pile of hemp that was flooded, but he was afraid.

After more than ten days of decomposition, the water of these ponds will smell worse than the smell of the old thatched pits, and it is simply an insult to the Ma Pond to describe it as disgusting.

If you want to enjoy life, you have to endure some suffering, and it is still possible to do these things in the early stage of struggle, but it is not so easy for the people to have the concept of property and the differentiation between the rich and the poor, so that some people can jump into the Ma Pond again.

At this time, men and women laughed, but there was really a bit of the meaning of the love song of the poetry Chen Feng: the pool of the east gate can be soaked in hemp. Bi Mei Shuji, you can sing...... A couple of men and women are working together, singing love songs when they are resting, and they can talk back and forth, which is the basis of the feelings between ordinary men and women for a long time to come, and there is a reciprocal dialogue with common topics and labor bases.

Under the twilight, Chen Jian sat by the river, watching men and women of different races splashing water together, and he didn't know when the jealousy and jealousy between men and women he was looking forward to would happen, so as to set an example for the future.

He said in his heart that his gourd and wine were ready, but he didn't know when the clansmen's first cup of wine would be drunk, and it would take more than ten years to see how this posture would be......

"Jian, come down and play!"

Several women from the Shi clan shouted loudly and waved their hands at him, and Jian Chen shouted, "I don't want to move." ”

"Then you can play the flute, and you will blow back to the big river in our village."

Chen Jian looked at the cheerful crowd, and said in his heart that it would be a pity for this song to be a love song, so he pulled his throat, and he didn't know what tune he sang a few times.

"Little woman, you're so good-looking. The tips of the ten fingers are like thatch buds, the skin is white like lanolin, the neck is like the horns of a long-horned bull, and the teeth are like gourds. Caterpillar-like eyebrows, lotus-pond-like eyes...... The hemp pond at the edge of our village is rotten and the nettles are rotten and the stone mud is rotten, but when will I be able to rot your heart......

The women below had never heard such a compliment, and the people of the tribe surnamed Shi blushed one by one, and looked at him with straight eyes. Their own sisters looked at the men of other families and looked forward to them singing such songs. Chen Jian didn't even sing a tune at all, just sang a few words randomly.

Later generations of poetry are endowed with Bixing, and now they will make a Bixing first, and the clansmen will sing more in the future, which will naturally be good, and it can be regarded as a start, waiting for the clansmen to create some songs to tell with Bixing. Most of the poems are love songs and labor songs, and there is no need for professional poets, but they are sung by people's feelings, and these ordinary mountain people are the creators of culture.

The clansmen playing below followed the pattern of Jian Chen's singing and began their own howls, mixed with all kinds of bizarre metaphors, or adding a bunch of foreshadowing before singing the theme.

The prototype is a little bit, that is, this metaphor makes Chen Jian's face red-faced, and words such as mushrooms, pottery bowls, clams, etc., appear in an endless stream, but I am afraid that Confucius deleted the three thousand poems back then, and only three hundred thoughts remained, except for anti-poems.

Amid the laughter, Jian Chen was half-lying on the stone slab by the river, listening to the clansmen singing these tunes that were not very in tune, and felt that he should wonder if it was time to find a woman.

In the grass river, a birchbark boat was rowing upstream, and the tanuki sitting in the boat listened to the song floating in the distance, and increased the speed of the oars.

There were a lot of four people, but he saw something he had never seen before, and he was a little uneasy at this time, and wanted to tell Jian Chen quickly.