Gao Ming wiped off his sweat. It was really a sin to sit around the stove in the summer. Firewood was placed on both sides of the stone pier, and a long and large iron box was placed on top of it. A layer of steamed bamboo is scattered on the pavement of yellow poles that have been soaked overnight, and many boys are sitting on the big stone pier next to them, twisting the steamed yellow poles. One yellow pole is twisted into three cotton threads, which are just the right thickness for weaving. Underwear, short-sleeved shorts, and summer clothes, two or three are slightly colder in autumn.
A large mat was spread far away on the ground, and this mat was woven together by Landaqi. After they moved here, they built a small bed. The three-meter-long mat was not used very much. Cotton thread, now the cotton thread is densely packed, but Gao Ming glanced at the piles of large iron boxes and the endless yellow poles in the distance, and suddenly lamented in his heart, when will this happen!
Gaoming Landasado was in charge of leading the Boy Scouts and Detachment Troops to be responsible for the yellow poles, and Budhashi led the men who were too old to hunt and began to dry the wheat and remove the husks to keep the seeds, because if you want to keep the seeds, you can't grind them with stone rollers , how can I plant it after crushing it? In this way, it is really troublesome and troublesome to have no tools and manpower at hand. Gao Ming feels that his head is too big when he thinks about it!
At noon, after hunting in the morning, Zheng Maorang killed him by the river and roasted it on the spot. Gao Ming ate big pot rice for the first time, and the taste was generally unbearable. It's clean, and the pig's trotters and liver are not thrown away. Cave people who have eaten superb craftsmanship know that these are also treasures, and they are no worse than meat after being processed.
The weather was so hot that Gao Ming, who had been in the sun all morning, was full after eating a few bites of meat, and his appetite was getting tired, so he picked up half a basket of green leaves and boiled them in a large pot, and threw away half of the boiled red sugar As soon as the child licking his finger smelled the sweet smell, he came over. Gao Ming held the iron spoon with a smile and said, "Go get the bamboo tubes and line up one by one."
It looks like you don't want to go back to the cave to rest . After a full meal, she rested under the shade of the tree for a while, even Qi also pushed the child to the shade of the tree to cool off and help. There is a public storage hole in Zhengmao Cave, which is as big as crystal bricks and burnt bricks as small as bamboo tubes, small wooden stools, and small wooden buckets. As a supplement, of course, there will be no shortage of exchanges.
At this time, the children quickly made a decision when they heard about the older ones who were about to grow up. The older children took the bamboo tubes, and the younger ones lined up first, and they will be handed out one by one after a while.
Gao Ming stood in front of the cauldron, sweating on his brow, but he was in a good mood. Zheng Mao was indeed a good leader. Teenagers in the 17th and 18th years took the initiative to undertake the heavy work. The younger children were let in the front, waiting for the older children to take Take out the bamboo tubes and send them one by one. The children are naughty but well-behaved. Such contradictory adjectives are perfectly reflected in primitive children.
When not working and playing, it is very wild. It is normal to swim back and forth in the river and roll in the mud on the bank. Sometimes it is normal to bully a little girl. Adults never quarrel about this. Do anything that hurts the caveman. In the cave, the hunters of Am Zhengmao were ordered to do a job, and they moved swiftly, carefully, and very well-behaved. Gao Ming lived here for a long time and fell in love with Zhengmao's tribe and these children. He heard Zhengmao say that thirty-nine Thirteen of the underage children are orphans without Eminem. He and Bujia cannot have children, and now they still want to live a two-person world, and they will adopt a little boy when they are free in a few years.
The sweet green leaf red sugar water is delicious. It feels cool from the throat to the heart, stomach and stomach after a sip, but it is sweet in the mouth. Children like this taste. They don't eat much barbecue. The iron pot was twirling, and those who had mother were afraid that their children would be hungry, so they stuffed several pieces of barbecue meat forcibly, and those who didn't have children who specialize in barbecue would also save some.
After the meal, the children can't stay idle, and they will go down to the river to play after a while. This area is open to the riverside and the cooking place can be seen at a glance. Hunters also go down the river, but they are not afraid of the danger of wild animals. The older sister hugged the month-old child in the shade of the tree and chatted with the child Emu, and the sun sat beside Qi with a big belly and chatted with Qi, and her hands were not idle knitting straw sandals. Qi saw that they were worn by men. , while half-covering Pippen for the two little guys, he joked: "Who did the sun make this for?
" Sister, after you and brother Lin Zi have been together, will you not be with other hunters?"
"We are married, and we will not be with other people from now on," Qi said.
Sun didn't understand this kind of feeling, frowned slightly, and said in confusion: "I like Rolling Stone to be nice to me, and Big Blue is also good. He will bring me little red fruit and barbecue, and Little Blue will also exchange bacon for me. I like both of them, really. I don't like to choose one of the three to be together forever." What's so good about being with one person all the time?
Qi is also strong, she can feel the meaning of the sun, if she was as young as the sun, she would not be willing to get along with a hunter all the time, being with a hunter means not having enough food, clothing, warmth, children, and prey If the hunter is dead, there is no way out, but now it is different. They escaped all the way to the forest to protect her, and they were almost killed by prey a few times. Now that there is more food, she is not afraid of being hungry, so she doesn't want to be with others. Once they are together, they want to stay together with Lin Zi to take care of the children.
Maybe it's because pregnant women are always sentimental, and Sun Yang didn't understand why he thought of asking this. Seeing that Qi didn't speak, he smiled heartily, touched Xiaoan Xiaole's stroller, and said: "This stroller is so beautiful, sister Qi wait I will ask Xiaobao to make one after I give birth, and they will exchange it with prey." Sun himself couldn't figure out who the child belonged to.
The idle time was less than half an hour, and everyone started working again. The seventeen, eighty-nine boys and the Detachment of Women went to Gaoming Landa Sado to cut the yellow poles, and the fourteen, five and six were in charge of steaming and rubbing. Take the steamed soft ones and let them be rubbed fourteen-five-six. After they are rubbed, they will be dried. The soft and strong cotton threads that have been dried are neatly put away and placed in a bamboo box woven by Qi. The bamboo box is long and thin. They are 1.56 meters long, no more than 80 meters wide, and 40 heights. Most of them are girls who are in charge of arranging them neatly.
When people who are hot at three or four o'clock want to pass out, the yellow pole soaked yesterday is finally steamed, rubbed and dried. As for the freshly cut yellow pole, it is re-soaked in an iron box and placed in a large storage hole. The temperature inside is slightly lower. If it is cooler, the effect of exposure to the sun may not be good.
When everything was settled, the sun on the top of the mountain began to set. A lot of broken materials from the yellow poles had been piled up on the field that had been busy for a day. After steaming, they only needed the film and thin cotton thread inside the yellow poles. The steamed and crushed shell materials are all piled together at this time, like a hill. Gao Ming thought that this guy could also be used as soft firewood, and it would be ready to use tomorrow.
Gao Minglanda Sado and the others packed up and went into the river to take a bath. When they came out, they wore leather skirts wet. Xiao Le had already woken up and looked around with his eyes open. Xiao Le was weak. When I moved here, I didn't have free time to go out for a walk. Now that the time is looser, Qi slowly pushes Xiaole out to play. At first, Qi was worried that the sun was too big and Lele couldn't stand it. Later, Xiaole's body became stronger day by day. , Qi likes to hold Xiao Le out to bask in the sun, but the scorching sun at noon can't bask in the sun naturally. The big tree that Qi stays in has been hundreds of years old, with dense branches and leaves, and a little wind is very cool.
Xiao Le slept outside for a long time and played for a long time in good spirits, Gao Ming waited for the water beads on his body to dry, and picked him up, the temperature was just right, kissed Xiao Le, Gao Ming said: "Call me brother!"
"Hey! "Xiao Le grinned and drooled.
Gao Ming is enjoying the Coke, the little guy can call someone! Landa rolled his eyes on one side. He has been with Gao Ming for the longest time. From a child to an adult, he has learned a lot of Gao Ming's usual speaking habits and actions. Now he rolled his eyes and said to Gao Ming: "Xiao Le is just laughing." Look, you're happy!"
As soon as Landa finished speaking, Xiao Le gurgled twice again, Gao Ming choked, hugged Xiao Le with one hand and raised one hand, and gave Landa a chestnut!
Xiao An and Xiao Le are only eight months old now, and it is normal for boys to talk and walk late. Landa has two baby carriages alone, and Qi is holding Xiao An in her arms. This guy looks like a shrunken version of a forest. If you say that Xiao Le is stronger than in the previous snow season, you can't compare with Xiao An at all. Bi, he is obviously a brother of the same mother, but Xiao An is also a whole circle older than Xiao Le.
Step by step up the steps, Landa was pushing a cart in each hand, Sado was holding a bamboo box containing cotton thread that was dried today, Qi followed behind the two, Gao Ming walked at the back, and when they reached the mountainside, they turned a corner and saw Zheng from a distance. Mao Zheng was talking in front of Xiao Bao. Gao Ming wondered why the two reconciled within a few days? But looking at Xiaobao's dark face, he immediately understood, but it's a good thing that his face is still dark and he didn't make a move. Gao Ming didn't want anything to happen between Xiaobao and Zhengmao. Relationships are all personal, and homosexuality It's not easy to interfere in this matter. Xiaobao loves a man or wants to marry a woman. It's up to Xiaobao. He just thinks that the two Dong tribes have merged, and the days of working together and helping each other will be long gone. If you don't like it, then go ahead. Just a plain face, there's no need to tear up your face and make it ugly, besides, Zheng Mao is a good person.
Xiaohe cooked in the pot, Xiaobao cut another iron bucket of paint today, all the furniture in the whole tribe was painted, and the loom was also finished, Xiaobao just put together the last wooden stick, and now he is planning to paint paint.
Zhengmao is responsible for drying wheat and keeping seeds with Bujia. Although the entrance of their cave is large, there are sheds, stone tables and chairs, and miscellaneous things are not enough. On the top, it is wide and long. The key point is that they don't plan to eat the wheat at all. It's used for seeds after drying. What's wrong with the soil on the ground? Anyway, the ones that need to be shelled must be planted in the ground!
After a day's work at Gao Ming's place, Zhengmao's place also ended. The hunters all went down the mountain to rest and eat in the cave, but Zhengmao turned a corner and went to Bujia Cave. The long fingers were dexterously installing the parts, and the afterglow of the setting sun hit Wen Xiaobao's side face, Zhengmao's heart flickered, and Wen Xiaobao felt that his face with long eyelashes was so beautiful!
Wen Xiaobao was annoyed by Zhengmao's sleazy look. He had improved his liking by cutting the tree lacquer, but even a dead man couldn't stand Zhengmao's eyes. When he looked up, he saw Zhengmao pretending to be innocent and serious. It didn't take long for him to bow his head to work and revert to his old ways, but when he looked up, he was very serious! The angry Wen Xiaobao gritted his teeth and turned black, wishing to beat him up again, but when he saw the paint bucket at his feet, he couldn't bear it!
When Gao Ming came back, the two were testing each other. Zheng Mao was smart, he knew that Wen Xiaobao didn't want to see him, so he tried Wen Xiaobao's bottom line. Of course, that's where people's tolerance for themselves lies! Immediately closed his eyes, and seriously began to discuss the issue of the cotton thread produced by the loom and the yellow pole...
As soon as Zheng Mao talked about the big and small things in the tribe, he was very doglike, serious and convincing, The stubbornness disappeared from his eyes, and when he asked Wen Xiaobao some professional questions, Wen Xiaobao spoke slowly, and the atmosphere between the two of them became harmonious.
Wen Xiaobao smiled when he saw Gao Ming and the others came back, and his eyes lit up when he saw the bamboo box in Saduo's hand. He got up and took the box, and said, "This is made today?"
"There is still half a box left . It's in the storage hole, there are a lot of yellow poles, I think it will take four or five days to get them all done." Gao Ming put Xiao Le in the cart, Qi put the child in the cart and listened to Wen Xiaobao's words. "I brought a box up. Didn't you say that the loom can be put together today? Can you try it tonight?" No, Gao Ming also thought of a way. His wife makes good sweaters, and Xiao Le is still a few months old. When I was a child, I hooked a lot of wool, shoes, toys, etc. This cotton thread can be beaten with a bamboo stick, but he doesn't know it. He has never learned it before!
Wen Xiaobao quickly finished painting the paint, and put a solid wooden loom under the shed to dry. He pinched a thin cotton thread, and said to himself, "Don't worry, it can be done."
After Wen Xiaobao's words Gao Ming did not talk nonsense. After a busy day, Bujia went down the mountain to take a bath. He was hungry. He only ate a few slices of barbecue at noon and filled it with green leaf soup. The three of Bujialinzi and Dashi probably did the same, so they went into the kitchen A pass busy.
Zheng Mao wanted to see how the loom weaves cotton cloth, so he used this as an excuse to stay for dinner and then discuss the principle with Wen Xiaobao!
Wen Xiaobao rolled his eyes secretly, what is there to discuss? After eating for a while, the machine can be used after the paint is dry. I just saw that there are so many nonsense! Right now, Zhengmao went to help in the kitchen. It just so happened that the three of Bujia came back at this time, and the four of them sat on the stone bench. Lin Zi couldn't see his son's love for a day, and followed Qi to chat with the child. Dashi went to help Xiaohe , Only Buka Masaobu and Masaobu were left on the stone table. Fortunately, there is a lot of work recently and there is something to talk about, otherwise it would be embarrassing and boring to just sit.
For dinner, I ate bacon and black fruit wild vegetable soup. Gao Ming steamed more than a dozen pieces of black fruit skin and mixed it with cold dishes. The big guy took advantage of the sunset to eat cleanly. The fire, it was dark in summer, but the light was not enough after dinner, so the fire was lit, and the paint on the loom had dried. Wen Xiaobao sat on the stone bench with a box of cotton thread next to him. Cotton threads of the same thickness are smoothed out. Wen Xiaobao's loom is pedal-operated. When the foot moves, the top pole rotates clockwise, and the cotton thread on the two wooden sticks behind the shelf rotates together. Bao is still a little rusty, but he is getting faster and faster as he gets to the back.
Qi was amazed to see that the originally thin cotton threads turned into two-finger-wide strips of cotton cloth after passing through the wooden frame for a while.
Zhengmao's eyes were very bright. At first he was looking at the loom curiously, but then his eyes moved to Wen Xiaobao's face. This person seemed to know everything...
Gao Ming looked curious and admired Xiaobao. Everything in modern life is facilitated by technology, so how can we use this traditional handwork? Watching the cotton thread that has been bleached by the sun pass through Wen Xiaobao's hands, and slowly turn into a light yellow cotton cloth, Xiaobao is still thinking about it. What a baby lump in their hole!