I have to say that Sister Sichuan did something that I didn't expect and had an extremely far-reaching impact.

Remember? A few days ago I brought her closer to the field to help with the harvest. Her eyesight is not good, so she can only pull those grains by the roots, but a new problem arises, Dan Dan and I will cut the grain stalks together and then press them with big stones, but how can the eyes of the Sichuan girl handle this process? Seeing the fruits of her labor being blown away by the breeze behind her, she herself was at a loss.

However, she never asked about the real ball, but always looked in my direction with a blank face, or maybe she recognized the ballball as the "real murderer" who caused her to throw herself into the furnace, so she was jealous of him and deliberately avoided him.

Every time she turned around and groped for the fruits of her labor only to find that the wind had blown away, that half of her beautiful face immediately turned sad, looking very aggrieved, and she would rub her eyes from time to time, I knew that she was very sad, and maybe even blamed herself.

Whenever this happens, I will walk over, touch her forehead, signal comfort, of course, you know, I must have touched the undamaged part of the half, she rubbed my chest with her head, these two actions have become a tacit understanding between me and Chuan Mei, as if to express: "It's okay, don't be sad", and the other said: "Well, I know".

But, since the harvest that day, I had not seen her come to the valley again, and even she had taken the fish balls, and the two psychoses, one big and the younger, had disappeared as if out of thin air for a whole noon, until a strange noise came to my ears.

The sound is very special, like someone pounding something on the rock, and the distance should not be far from me, like near the mountain spring, you know, I strictly forbid Dandan, Huya and fish balls to be near that water source, because it is the only raw water that I think can be drunk on this mountain, and the sound of banging comes from there one after another, how can I not hesitate?

Yumaru squatted quietly beside the mountain spring pool, looking at a strange thing in extreme silence, beside Yuku, Chuanmei, who was dressed in light gray overalls, sat on the ground of the pool that had already been splashed with water, and beat something with a wooden stick, the overalls were different from any of them, Chuanmei used sharp stones to deeply cut the corners of the overalls, and the corners of the clothes that had been broken on the left and right were broken into a pair of beautiful knots, which made the clothes very tightly wrapped around her body, I understand that this is because of her eyesight problems, and ill-fitting clothes can hinder her movements, and of course, it makes it easy for me to identify the owner of the clothes.

I quietly walked to the side of the fish balls, and half-squatted down like this child, Sichuan Mei's half delicate face like mutton fat was sweating at this time, and a strange plant was hammered very rhythmically under the wooden stick, in fact, the plant itself was not strange, it was the branches and leaves that could be seen everywhere on the island, which seemed to be like palms, but under her hammering, those kept oozing out light green tender juice, and the branches and leaves themselves were split into countless strip-like fibers, cracking and continuous, I had never seen such a craft.

I was intrigued by the plant fibers, but who knows, this is just the beginning, isn't it? Just when I wanted to ask what was going on, Sister Chuan took the little cub, oh, yes, and the little cub's cat cub; Well, in addition to going to feed, I saw Tian'er follow the evil spirits around the two cubs back to the earthen house, and I followed behind them, dodging the crow dung that could be smashed on my face at any time, until I saw that Chuan Mei actually buried those cracked palm branches and leaves in the shallow soil with water and juice, and raised a small bonfire on the soil, and I still looked confused.

That night, the outside of the earthen house was covered with palm fibers like fine hay, and I seemed to understand Chuan Mei's intentions a little, it seemed, she was more like making ropes to tie up those harvested grain stalks?

The truth was similar to what I thought, but it was also seriously unexpected by me, originally I thought it was completely a matter of taking off my pants and farting twice, so it would be more convenient to tie myself up with those grain stalks.

It wasn't until I touched the palm fibers myself that I knew how lonely I was, those fibers were so tossed by Sichuan Mei, they were very tough and would not break, and most importantly, they were very strong, I tried many ways to break them and found that if I wanted to break it, I would not have an effect unless I straightened it and put it on a stone to grind.

Do you think that's the end of the surprise? Oh, naïve! In fact, even I felt that the "rope" brought to me by Sister Chuan was enough to make me ecstatic for a while, but who would have thought that in the next few days, she actually stood in the water, spread out the layers and stacks of fine fibers in the water, and twisted them out of the water.

She took these plant fibers that had just been fished out of the water and slipped to the extreme, mixed with a little thin strips like Teng bark, with Teng bark as the center, the fibers were woven together one by one, and whenever the fiber length was at the end, she would also connect another new fiber to it, just like that, something similar to a straw rope, extending inch by inch in front of her eyes, but this kind of rope was obviously much stronger than the straw rope, more like the "hemp rope" I used in my daily life at home before.

"Hemp" rope, yes, that afternoon, it was this "hemp" word that gave me a strange inspiration, I ran back to the field to ask the egg "hemp" in the local language, and like a little brother who delivered the courier, he ran back to the mountain spring non-stop and held the former linen cloth of Sichuan Mei and asked "hemp", frankly speaking, I tried to minimize the language communication with Sichuan Mei, for fear that my voice would betray me, but, this is obviously redundant, she doesn't seem to be so sensitive to sound.

She touched her original linen robe, frowned, and muttered "Kuhamia" in her mouth, with a helpless look on her face.

So, the courier boy ran out of breath and asked Dandan, but the conclusion was a comparison of Dandan, and finally, he pulled out a grain stalk in the ground, indicating that as long as "Kuhamia" was put into the ground, it would grow grain, and I understood that the word was "seed".

Afterwards, I had hoped that Sister Chuan would help me find the seeds of "hemp", but she seemed to be very resistant to this matter, and even rubbed her head on my chest with tears to beg not to let her do it, until an incident happened a long time later I realized that the reason why she was unwilling to help me find hemp seeds was because her original name in the Huya tribe was translated as "Ma Nu", and her original tragic fate was always related to this "Ma".