"Is the body still able to eat?"

Luo Ze carried the lunch of the two of them, and they were now able to eat three meals a day.

"In any case, there are only two days left."

Jun Qianqian smiled helplessly, nature does not depend on human will, and what she wants to do is really too idealistic.

"We'll survive this winter, and even if there's not enough hides, we're well prepared."

Luo Ze comforted Jun Qianqian.

"Well, I know, what you have in your life must be there, and there is nothing you can force in your life."

Jun Qianqian sighed.

"If you want me to say, why are you so sad?"

Ana chewed the fish and came over inarticulately, and just as he wanted to pat Jun Qianqian's shoulder, he was glared at by Luo Ze.

"You laugh all day long, don't you blame me for pulling everyone all over the mountain, but I didn't find anything?"

Jun Qianqian has a good relationship with Pelo, and she can often talk to Ana.

She didn't notice that Luo Ze glared at him, and Ana's expression immediately retracted.

"Why blame you, now we can all go home and live in a warm house, the warehouse is full of food, and we can wake up smiling when we dream!"

Ana, who listened to his wife Pelo's words, came to relieve Jun Qianqian, she and Luo Ze have been frowning lately, obviously everything is fine, but the animal skin is a little insufficient.

"Pelo and I thought about it, if there was not enough firewood, we would let her stay at home, and I would go out to chop wood in the clothes of the two of us!"

Ana doesn't want to think about his big physique, whether he can wear Perlo's clothes, it's amazing to be so optimistic every day.

"I feel that the tribe is now very serious fire hazards."

Jun Qianqian complained that now the places in the tribe that can pile firewood have been piled up, and even the old caves in the past are 100% utilized, and the people are still stocking firewood, just to make up for the dilemma of insufficient animal skins.

"We've been looking for ten days and we haven't found it, that cotton must be a very useful thing!"

The clansmen are not afraid of Jun Qianqian's failure now, and after the pottery incident, they have the impression that the longer she tosses, the better the things she gets.

"If you can't count it that way, how can you mix processing time with time searching for raw materials?"

Jun Qianqian couldn't cry or laugh.

"Patriarch——! Luo Ze——! ”

Suddenly, the shouts of the tribesmen were heard.

"What's wrong, what's wrong?"

Ana was the first to jump and run in the direction of the sound.

"There's a piece over there! White stuff——!!! ”

The person who shouted was Mira, a young man in the group, who always liked to find a high place when he was resting, and it seemed that his habits had paid off this time.

"What?!"

Jun Qianqian also jumped up.

"Look, I'll just say don't worry!"

Ana, who had already run a long way away, turned back to her and shouted.

"Has your mouth ever been opened?"

Jun Qianqian nodded excitedly, she looked at Luo Ze, and hurriedly pulled him up and ran to a high place.

"The sky won't fail you."

Luo Ze neatly put away the lunch that the two had not yet eaten, got up and carried Jun Qianqian up, blessed with long legs, and the speed was suddenly unusual, and the two followed Ana to the place where Mira was standing.

"Is that cotton?"

The other tribesmen also came over, and it was impossible to see what it was in the distance.

"Eight or nine is not far from ten!"

Jun Qianqian sat on Luo Ze's shoulder and saw farther, she had already recognized the iconic shape of the cotton pod, and she almost fell off Luo Ze in excitement.

Everyone rushed into the wild cotton field excitedly, and the white fluffy cotton fibers flew all over the sky, and the tribesmen began to sneeze non-stop.

"Hahaha!"

Jun Qianqian didn't think it was a big deal to see the excitement, and she couldn't stop laughing.

"You're happy! Tell us what to do with this white thing! ”

Ana's white fur seemed to be ten years old all of a sudden.

"Whoever told you to rush straight in!"

Jun Qianqian found the cotton she dreamed of, but she couldn't be in a good mood.

"Is this white thing, warmer than animal skin?"

Luo Ze followed Jun Qianqian's example and plucked a slightly yellowed ball of cotton from the cotton pod.

Soft, and her cheeks yes.

"It can't be compared like this, but there is so much cotton here, enough for the whole family, if anyone else says it's cold this winter, my name will be read upside down!"

Jun Qianqian confidently pinched the cotton into the basket, but Luo Ze almost laughed.

"Your name is still the same if it's reversed?"

Jun someone is so happy that he forgets that there is no such thing as a "surname" in this world.

"That's not what I meant!"

Jun Qianqian slapped Luo Ze twice angrily, but this little fist punch on his chest was no different from tickling for him.

Everyone started picking cotton, which was bigger than a playground, and the best thing was that there had been no rain since the beginning of autumn, and the cotton had been dried and fluffy.

"In just three days, we can harvest all the cotton here."

Luo Ze estimated it and told Jun Qianqian.

"Great, we'll be able to get the padded jacket out before it snows!"

The scene in front of me is the same as that shown on TV, the women of the production team in the 80s are picking cotton in the field, and they are in full swing.

The only difference is that it is not a woman who shuttles through the cotton fields, but a stout young man.

Jun Qianqian's map has been marked with wild cotton fields, and the cotton produced is currently enough for the tribe, but she still keeps some of the cotton seeds.

In the past, the cotton was grown freely, but next spring she can take care of it with everyone in the tribe, and the cotton yield will be even higher.

She doesn't know much about agriculture, but she is still familiar with the top advantages mentioned in high school textbooks.

"How are these soft things going to be turned into animal skins and put on them?"

Everyone's baskets were stuffed with tight cotton, and they had to go back to the tribe first, and the people were very curious.

"First of all, I have to spin the thread and weave the cloth, but I've got all the equipment for doing this!"

Although the plan to spin linen and weave failed to do so, Jun Qianqian's spindle and loom had already been prepared and were now placed in their family's warehouse.

The effort will not be in vain, whether it is the twine used to hang persimmons, or the tools for weaving, in the end they have found their own use.

"Roll the cotton into thin strands and hang it on the hook of a spindle."

"Pinch the cotton ball in your hand, turn the spindle, and the fiber will automatically twist into a thread!"

Jun Qianqian taught everyone how to spin cotton thread in the open space, the speed of the spindle is not as good as the pedal spinning wheel, but the current tools are too primitive, and they can't find strong and resilient materials like bamboo, and it seems that they can only use manpower to make up for the lack of tools this winter.

The speed of the tribesmen never let her down.