The next day, Jun Qianqian broke the previous record again, and she simply slept until the afternoon.

"I thought I was dead in my sleep."

Jun Qianqian looked at the sunset outside the door.

"You've slept for a long time."

Luo Ze walked up to her worriedly with a plate full of food.

"As the saying goes, if you get up early, you will ruin a day, and if you get up late, the day will be gone."

Jun Qianqian shrugged her shoulders, she didn't expect to sleep for so long, now her stomach is empty, but she has no appetite at all.

"Would you like to eat some food?"

Roze was worried that she was starving.

"I kind of don't want to eat it."

Jun Qianqian just took a few sips of the cold boiled water that Luo Ze was holding, her face was flushed from sleep, and she looked at Luo Ze aggrievedly.

Who knows who uses the cute magic skills, Luo Ze's face also turned red, and he looked at Jun Qianqian helplessly.

"Then, what do you want to eat, I'll cook now!"

The meat on the plate was still hot, but it was also put aside in disgust.

"No need, I just woke up naturally and haven't come back to my senses, let's take a walk and blow the wind."

Jun Qianqian felt like a large machine that had just been powered on and all her organs needed to be warmed up, and her whole body was clamoring for poor operation.

"That's good."

Luo Ze nodded, he took her hand, and the two of them walked slowly side by side on the tribal path.

Stepping on the smooth brick road, Jun Qianqian couldn't help but sigh:

The Purple Flower Tribe also has the genes of infrastructure madness.

There were so many bricks left that the people not only rebuilt guard towers, built platforms in the open space, and even paved roads among the tribes.

If you want to be rich, build roads first!

"It's nice that all the chimneys are smoking."

The two walked to the hill not far away, and the sunset was accompanied by the curling smoke, and it was also a picturesque scenery at a glance.

This is the foundation laid by all of them in the race against time for most of the year.

"Whew-"

Luo Ze saw Jun Qianqian sitting in the grass and wanted to stay for a while, so she took out the Tao Xun she gave and played it, the empty Xun sound echoed gently in the mountains, and a beautiful picture suddenly added to the auditory enjoyment, she couldn't help but squint her eyes with satisfaction like a cat.

"Sounds good!"

Jun Qianqian gave Luo Ze a thumbs up, she didn't teach him any tunes, after all, she was just a science student with no artistic cells, but Luo Ze's tone was also very good, and it also had the unique quaint atmosphere of the Purple Flower Tribe.

The level of others is still at the level of ghost crying.

She also watched the sunset, listened to the song, and the wind blew herself awake, she stood up and brushed the sticky blades of grass on her body, and stretched a big lazy waist.

"Let's go back!"

After a full meal, Jun Qianqian finally remembered that she hadn't done anything.

"Am I delaying everyone's progress?"

Her stuttering brain only remembered that she still had something to teach everyone.

"No, we're all weaving today."

Luo Ze smiled and told her not to worry about this, he had already thought of it.

Jun Qianqian breathed a sigh of relief, and everyone also counted the time to bring the cloth roll to find her, and as soon as they entered the door, Jun Qianqian was stunned again.

"I won't sleep for days, will I?"

Seeing the tribesmen holding the large roll of cotton cloth for several meters, Jun Qianqian was dumbfounded.

"We just made a lot of looms again."

Roze explained.

"I don't know anything about the efficiency of primitive people."

Are you all alive steam engines?

However, these cotton cloths are not fine, in the demonstration of weaving, Jun Qianqian is to comb the cotton thread with her fingers, there are a few people who are not good at craftsmanship, and the things woven are about to catch up with the gauze.

"But gauze also has the effect of gauze!"

Jun Qianqian teaches everyone how to cut the cloth according to the size, her design is practical, what slimming, waistline, are non-existent.

The patriarch also sent the polished bone needles to everyone, and there were too few women in the tribe, so there was no conventional division of labor.

At a glance, there are big men pinching needles and threads making cotton jackets.

"Qianqian, come and try on your new clothes!"

Pelo is undoubtedly the most skilled person in the entire tribe, and instead of making cotton clothes for herself and her husband first, she made one for Jun Qianqian first.

"For me?"

Jun Qianqian looked at the size of this cotton coat, and the tribe has its own body, so she can wear such a small piece of clothing.

But she was pleasantly surprised not only by the smooth stitching and neat wiring, but also by the ring of ginger fur at the neckline and cuffs.

"The cotton clothes made by Pello are so beautiful!"

The women admired that there was no shortage of animal skins in the tribe now, and Pello thought back to Jun Qianqian, who had to be wrapped tightly in summer, and had the whim to sew a circle of lynx skins on the edge of the padded jacket.

"It's so pretty!"

Jun Qianqian tried on this dress, and it really fitted perfectly, her small face was supported by smooth fur, and her skin that had not been tanned at all in the past summer made her look as cute as a doll pinched by clouds.

"We want to sew the hides on the collar too, is that okay?"

Everyone asked Pelo.

"Of course!"

Pelo nodded as a matter of course, Jun Qianqian touched the padded jacket on her body, and by the way, she disliked her sewing level.

Sure enough, Pelo is the one who can lead the fashion trend!

The first snow of winter finally fell fluttering after several days of howling winds, and the temperature was not enough to cover the snow, and the white elves melted when they fell to the ground, and the air was full of damp and cold moisture, and everyone in the Purple Flower Tribe stayed in the house to keep warm.

Jun Qianqian and Luo Ze's three brothers were gathered around the stove, waiting to eat hot stew.

"The first snow will be the last market."

Luo Ze put the stewed soft pieces of meat into Jun Qianqian's bowl.

"Well, the device for drilling wood for fire is ready, try to change some seeds this time."

Jun Qianqian nodded and took a sip of the wild vegetable stew soup with satisfaction.

Now everyone basically has the level of "cooking" when cooking, but there is no staple food, and less salt should be put in the stew, and Jun Qianqian, who often eats bland stews, wants to cry.

We must plant some grain next spring, because the millet that Luo Ze brought back before was too little, and even if he planted it, it was estimated that he would not be able to harvest much.

"Okay."

The trading team set off with tools for drilling wood for fire against the snow, and they were still only wrapped in animal skins, cotton clothes, which were treasures at the bottom of the box, and everyone was reluctant to wear them out when it was not too cold.

Jun Qianqian has long been fully armed and put on cotton clothes and cotton pants, she has taken the time to put a large piece of gauze in the grass ash water and boiled it in the past few days, the grass ash is alkaline, and the wild cotton can be made into absorbent cotton, and the color of the gauze is as white as snow after repeated washing, and she pays more attention to the movements of Kaisha's house.

When Jun Qianqian looked at the snow in a daze with boredom, a long-awaited scream finally came from outside.

"It's good that I prepared it in advance!"

Jun Qianqian grabbed the gauze and stuffed it into the animal skin bag she was carrying, and ran to Kaisha's house, at this time Liya and Lina were standing outside the courtyard, and other tribesmen heard the sound and surrounded them.