Following the fishing fever brought by Jun Qianqian last time, the Purple Flower Tribe ushered in another trend of rubbing hemp ropes.

"Why do you need so much rope?"

Jun Qianqian looked at everyone's hot posture and looked confused.

Although she told the people that hemp rope could be used to weave large fishing nets, there were too many hemp branches that everyone rushed to cut back!

It's not something to eat......

"The rope can be exchanged with other tribes."

Luo Ze saw that Jun Qianqian's hands were red, so he asked her to sit next to her and hold a fruit while eating and resting, the puddles in the village were no longer enough, and several young people planned to take the hemp branches to the shore where they usually fished to wash.

"Swap? Can rope be exchanged for good things? ”

Jun Qianqian has no concept of the bazaar in this world, and she knows best that only the skin can be used to change people.

Yes, that's how she came back.

"Your straw rope is already very useful, but you can't exchange it, other tribes will quickly make straw ropes as long as they see it, but hemp rope is different."

The method of rubbing the rope is not complicated, but unfortunately there is grass all over the ground, and the hemp tree is not known to everyone.

Although this era was still inhabited by tribes, they already had the idea that the fertile water would not flow into the fields of outsiders, and many tribes became more and more powerful by mastering special technologies, such as the salt of the salt lake tribe and the soft animal skin of the mountain tribe.

"Hemp rope is actually very easy to make."

Especially the strength of their group is on par with Superman.

"Qianqian ......"

Luo Ze helplessly poked Jun Qianqian's little head.

"No one could have imagined that the hemp rope was made from a tree, and there could be absolutely no one else but you."

Luo Ze said very firmly, Jun Qianqian hadn't taken this seriously before, and after his reminder, he realized that for everyone, the birth of hemp rope cannot be called easy.

She has made the textile industry of the whole era leap forward for hundreds of years.

"I see...... But of course it would be nice to be able to change things. ”

Jun Qianqian couldn't get back to her senses.

"It's also because we are afraid of being learned by other tribes that we don't take dried fish as food to the market to exchange, if other tribes know that the monsters in the river can be eaten, then there may be tribes to rob our river."

Don't exchange dried fish is Luo Ze found an opportunity to tell the patriarch, the patriarch agreed after a little thought, the Purple Flower Tribe has always had only the resources of nearby lakes and rivers, for which they have borne the risk of beast infestation for generations, and they must not let this advantage out!

But there was not much salt left in the tribe, and the patriarch looked at the doe caught in the trap at that time, and almost cried out with excitement, a doe as food must be exchanged for a lot of salt, otherwise they would have to exchange it with the tools of fire.

It's just that the surprise is not over yet, Jun Qianqian has made hemp rope again.

The Purple Flower Tribe has never been more arrogant, and at the next market, they finally don't have to bring a pitiful amount of supplies to exchange for less pitiful salt.

"We have too few people, and we may not win a fight with people......"

Jun Qianqian couldn't help but admire, the purple flower tribe already has the idea of Taoguang and obscurity, in the history of the previous life, the thinking of "digging deep holes, accumulating grain, building high walls, and slowly becoming kings" has always been regarded as a guideline by people, and the DNA of Chinese people is engraved with the phrase "making a fortune with a muffled voice".

But the Purple Flower Tribe does not have a history of many years, and in the process of avoiding natural and man-made disasters and struggling to survive, they quickly realized this truth......

"The next time we go to the fair, we will bring hemp rope and venison to exchange, and the tribe that lives in the trees will even exchange the hemp rope with our tribesmen."

Everyone in the Purple Flower Tribe understands this market price, which is why they are so excited.

"What can I get in exchange? Substitution?! ”

Jun Qianqian is still worried, will they be detained by the Salt Lake tribe again this time, and can only come back with a little salt......

As a result, Luo Ze told her that hemp rope can be replaced?

Labor is still very precious in this world, even Jun Qianqian, who jumped off the building and sold a big sale, still received a whole tiger skin! She had paid special attention to the fact that an adult, both male and female, needed to take a lot of things in exchange!

She suddenly felt that what she was holding in her hand was not twine, but gold......

"In this way, a bundle of hemp rope can be exchanged for a boy before the winter, and two can be exchanged for a woman."

Luo Ze had seen Jun Qianqian rubbing the straw rope, and knew that the hemp rope could be rubbed very long without stopping, and he held a hemp rope of about ten meters in his hand and pointed it to Jun Qianqian.

"Because it is difficult to survive the winter, will there be a big reduction in the price of labor in the autumn?"

Jun Qianqian's face was too lazy to be surprised.

But if you think about it carefully, this is true, when Jun Qianqian first came, she was still tied to the vines, and the stronger rope was only animal skin, but animal skin was too luxurious to make rope, and it was okay for everyone in the Purple Flower tribe to live in caves, and there were many tribes who lived in wooden houses or trees, and they definitely needed a lot of ropes.

If the vines that rot in a month are replaced with hemp rope, the strength of such a house is immediately doubled.

"Speaking of which, why don't we make a cabin?"

Jun Qianqian also learned at this time that there were other tribes that built houses to live in, and she thought that everyone lived in a broken cave.

"Other tribes don't teach us how to build wooden houses, I tried, but it was blown by strong winds."

Luo Ze had no concept of Jun Qianqian's brick house, and in his memory, the best house was a wooden house.

"It's okay, we'll live in a better house in the future!"

Jun Qianqian is very confident, and her brick house is absolutely no problem to hang all the original buildings.

Then it rained again, and the watering holes in the tribe were immediately sufficient, but they could no longer go to the river to fish until the big nets were made.

Jun Qianqian looked at the cave still busy, the men were rubbing hemp rope, and the women and children were weaving fishing nets.

After the newly cut hemp branches were washed by several people by the rain, the hemp was brought back from outside the cave one by one, and the kneaded hemp rope was piled up in a basket by the wall.

…… Such an industrious tribe, even if there is only a little hope of survival, will definitely hold on tightly with both hands.

Jun Qianqian suddenly sighed, the word collective contains too many meanings, some people work hard in the collective, some people are lazy and slippery, some people are yang and yin, and some people have their own little abacus.

But the Purple Flower Tribe, regardless of men, women, and children, everyone is trying so hard.

"We're just...... I'm scared of hunger. ”

Kai'Sa was busy weaving fishing nets, and even if there was a fire in the cave, there was not enough light, and the women's eyes were glazed and they had to stop to rest.

"It's good to be prepared for danger in times of peace."

Jun Qianqian sighed, everyone who lives in this world, who doesn't try their best to live.