In the next time, Fang Zheng basically went to the back mountain when he had time, and the red boy was responsible for cutting the bamboo, and then digging holes in the mountain to insert the bamboo into it to support the plank road.

Fang Zhengze helped to repair the plank road while carving words on the cliff wall.

This is a big project that simply cannot be completed in a short period of time.

Fortunately, Founder lacks everything else, and the only thing that is not lacking is time.

On this day, Jiang came to Fang Zheng's front and saluted respectfully: "My Buddha, I have something I want to ask." ”

Fang Zheng continued to carve words without looking back, and asked casually: "Say." ”

Jiang Dao: "Our tribe now has two thousand one hundred and seventy-two people, which is the largest tribe within a radius of a hundred miles. But our tribe has never had a suitable name, so please ask my Buddha to help us come up with a name. ”

Fang Zheng was stunned for a moment, and he only remembered at this time that he had always called the wild man a wild man and the tribe a tribe, and never thought about the problem that this tribe did not have a name.

"Didn't you have a name before?" Fang Zheng asked.

Jiang shook his head: "There used to be, called the Bang Long tribe." That's why he heard the thunder and thought it was loud, so he used the name. But I don't think it's right, it's too ...... It's too earthy. ”

Fang Zheng was speechless for a while, the name he gave was indeed too earthy.

However, Fang Zheng didn't plan to help them come up with names: "Jiang, that's your tribe, not the tribe of poor monks." Names only make sense if you come up with them. Think about it, with your wisdom you should be able to come up with a good name. ”

"Okay...... Jiang nodded and left.

Soon a banner made of animal skins was raised, and it was not known what kind of beast's skin it was, the skin was very thin and light, and when the wind blew, it danced with the wind, and made the sound of hunting.

There is a big word of inflammation written on it in red paint!

After Fang Zheng saw it, he almost didn't fall halfway down the mountain, rubbed his eyes, and took a closer look, it was really a hot word!

At this time, Jiang also came over, and the elated other party said: "My Buddha, I have a good name, and our tribe is called Yan!" Because the first thing you give us is fire, and fire improves our lives. Give us warmth, give us barbecue, fend off wild beasts, and attack enemies. We all felt that fire was the best fit for our tribe, so we named it Yan. ”

Fang Zheng grinned: "You won't be called Emperor Yan, right?" ”

Jiang was stunned for a moment, touched his chin and said, "Emperor Yan? ”

Then he shook his head and said, "Our tribe is still small, and compared to the tens of millions or hundreds of millions of countries that Master Pure Heart said, it is too bad. I'll talk about that later. ”

Fang Zheng was speechless for a while, and will talk about it later?

Doesn't that mean that it will still be called Emperor Yan in the future?

Fang Zheng was a little confused, could it be that he created Emperor Yan with his own hands?

But on second thought, it's not right, this is the world of chess. It's not Earth here either, so it's most likely a coincidence.

"Well, let's just take it as a coincidence." Fang Zheng comforted himself, and then said to Jiang: "Do you still wear animal skins?" ”

Jiang nodded: "Yes, I haven't found anything like cloth yet." ”

Fang Zheng thought about it, put down the hammer and chisel in his hand, and looked at Jiang calmly.

A dream of yellow sorghum!

The next moment, Fang Zheng stood on the grass with Jiang for a year, and as soon as he raised his hand, a branch fell into his hand, and Fang Zheng stuck it on the ground.

Jiang has long been accustomed to Fangzheng's magical methods, but he is curious why Fangzheng is holding a wooden stick: "You are?" ”

Fang Zheng didn't give any answer, just calmly grabbed wooden sticks from the void and inserted them in each of the four corners of a rectangle.

Then tie two sticks horizontally on the left side of the upper and lower places.

On the right, a wooden stick is tied in the middle.

Finally, he inserted sticks every two centimeters at the left stick, and inserted them in a row, like a vertical fence.

Fang Zheng took out another wooden stick and placed it flat behind the fence on the left.

After Fang Zheng thought about it, he raised his hand, and there was an extra handful of coarse fiber in his hand, this fiber Fang Zheng had used to make velvet before, and Jiang had also seen it, and he was no stranger to it.

Fang Zheng took another stick, wound the fibers around it, and then connected them one by one, and kept winding them around the side of the stick, and soon a large ball of thread was wound.

Then Fang Zheng took out two threads and tied ropes on both sides of the horizontal stick fixed on the right, and tied the other side to the ends of the movable stick on the left.

The sticks were placed on the ground, and the square used hemp ropes to connect the fence on the left and the fixed beam on the right.

It looks like parallel lines, and it looks a little nice.

Next, the most crucial thing is to take the spool over, then cross and weave through the parallel lines, and then push the shuttled line to the right fixed log.

Then lift the movable stick on the left side, thread it again, and after passing, continue to bring the line together to the right stick, and close to the previous line.

In this way, Founder soon weaves a piece of linen cloth in this way.

However, this piece of hemp is a little hard, and it looks more like a large straw mat.

Fang Zheng handed the straw mat to Jiang and said, "There are many kinds of thread materials, and the one used by the poor monk is not the best. You can go and find the most suitable thread. The poor monk gives you a hint that wool can be woven into the city line, soft and warm. Of course, you can also check to see if there is a suitable plant fiber.

In addition, this loom, the poor monk just made a very basic, you can improve.

For example, the movable stick on the left is tied with a string and hung through the beam on top so that you can lift it up by pulling the string. Put it down and loosen the line, which can save a lot of trouble.

In the same way, you can also make the Zhengtai loom out of wood and metal, and you don't have to stick it in the ground, which is a lot more flexible.

Remember, what the poor monk teaches you is only the foundation, a direction, and how to make it better depends on you.

Got it? ”

Fang Zheng asked.

Jiang saluted respectfully and said, "Understood, I'll go back and mobilize everyone, study how to improve the loom, and find the right thread to make cloth and clothes." Thank you for my advice......"

Fang Zheng smiled with satisfaction, then waved his big hand, scattered his magical powers, turned around and continued to dig the cliff wall.

After Jiang went back, he first found You and covered up the loom that Fang Zheng said.

After reading it, he laughed and said, "This is simple! You wait! ”

After saying that, you ran out, and after a while ran back with a stick, and there was a spider hanging from the stick, and the spider was obviously a little afraid of this stupid thing that was five big and three thick, and desperately spit silk, wanting to fall to the ground and run.

But he kept turning the stick and wrapping the spider silk around the stick, so that the spider could not land.

He said, "Look, isn't there a ready-made thread?" ”