Wild farming: I was hugged by the cold patriarch

Chapter 17 017. Weave baskets and gain favor

Qing took Xia back to the cave: "Xia, Sang is a relative of the tribal warrior after all. Aren't you afraid that Mu will be angry if you target him like this?"

Xia was very angry: "I'm just telling the truth. Besides, Mu didn't get the food in the tribe by himself. Why should he talk about me?"

Qing advised: "Sang hasn't taken the food from the tribe yet. It's not too late for you to talk to her after she takes it, so as not to be accused of being stingy."

Xia nodded while holding back her anger: "I understand."

On the other side, Yu took Ye Sang to knit grass skirts with everyone: "Sang, don't take it to heart. Xia has a short temper and is not evil-minded."

"Auntie is fine, I don't mind." How could Ye Sang argue with a wild girl?

Yu stroked Ye Sang's back, his eyes were very gentle: "Sang is very sensible."

Ye Sang smiled, put his sister on his lap, took the leaves of the grass skirt and made a basket.

She couldn't knit a grass skirt, but she was very good at making baskets.

Her grandparents made money for her tuition by weaving various bamboo products. During those years when she was studying in the countryside, she would help the family with work every day when she came home from school. Her bamboo products were also very good.

The leaves of grass skirt are long and very flexible, which is perfect for basket weaving.

Rub the leaves into a round shape, which can further increase the toughness and hold a lot of things without breaking.

Soon a basket took shape in Ye Sang's hands.

Yu looked at the basket made by Ye Sang in surprise: "Sang, what are you weaving?"

"This is a basket, used to hold things." Ye Sang asked Yu to help her hold her sister, and she picked up some stones and put them in the basket, "Auntie, do you understand?"

Yu was surprised: "With the basket, I don't have to hold things in my hands anymore."

Shui carried the basket over and said, "It looks good. It's perfect for storing things." Seeing the new things, the women who were knitting grass skirts gathered around and took the baskets in their hands to look at them. They couldn't put it down.

Shui liked the basket so much and asked expectantly: "Sang, can you teach us?"

"Okay." Ye Sang was also surprised. He didn't expect that a basket would be liked by so many people.

She didn't know that in this world, things are carried by hand. If you want to take more things, you have to run back and forth, which is very troublesome. Now that there is a basket, it is much easier to take things. Of course, everyone likes good things.

Ye Sang took the leaves to weave a second basket and demonstrated it to everyone.

She weaved it slowly so that everyone could see it clearly.

Shui asked curiously: "Sang, why do you twist the leaves?"

"In order to make the basket hold more things and withstand greater force." Ye Sang answered all questions and was very patient, winning the favor of many people.

With everyone watching, Ye Sang finished weaving the second basket: "Do you understand?"

Shui said excitedly: "I understand, I'll give it a try."

Shui and Yu were of the same age, so they were cousins. They were both married into the tribe, Shui married a member of the hunting team, and Yu married a tribe warrior.

Ye Sang continued to weave the third basket, and guided those who followed her in weaving baskets.

In front of the cave entrance on the mountain wall, Xia and Qing watched Ye Sang being surrounded by everyone, and couldn't help but frowned. Did the tribesmen like him so quickly?
Water braided the bottom of the basket: "It doesn't seem too difficult."

Ye Sang said carefully: "The basket is indeed not difficult, but the leaves must be tied tightly when weaving, otherwise they will fall apart, and if they fall apart, they will not be able to hold anything."

(End of this chapter)