wild trail

Chapter 10 A Small Step in Civilization
Salt is very important to human beings. Hearing that there may be salt mines nearby, Wang Lang's mood immediately became restless. After drinking blood for a year, Wang Lang now feels like vomiting when he sees blood. With salt, even if it is bitter Coarse salt is also a hundred times better than drinking blood.
Seeing Wang Lang's appearance of eating people, Jian Ya was startled, and couldn't help but move his body away from Wang Lang.
"Really, I saw it when I went hunting with other warriors. Those animals licked the soil and rocks. I tasted it once, and it tasted bad. Is this thing really edible?" Jian Ya looked suspiciously By Wang Lang.
Wang Lang glanced at Jian Ya with contempt, and licked the stone directly. This guy is really strong, isn't he afraid of eating himself to death?
"Of course you can't eat it directly. It needs some treatment, otherwise people will get sick after eating it. As for how to deal with it, I will naturally have a solution. With these, we don't need to drink blood." Wang Lang said confidently.
Jian Ya scratched his head and asked puzzledly: "Is there anything wrong with drinking blood?"

Wang Lang didn't know how to explain it to Jian Ya. Before, he had no choice but to drink blood, but if there was salt, which civilized society would go back and do it? Wang Lang wanted to bring the tribe into civilization. Of course, this barbaric behavior is not acceptable. do your best.
"Don't worry about these things. In short, having salt will make us stronger. It's enough for you to remember this. It's even more important than our lives." Wang Lang said seriously.
Seeing what Wang Lang said was so serious, Jian Ya clenched his fist and beat his chest a few times, saying that he would absolutely use his life to defend these things.
Wang Lang nodded and said: "After eating in a while, smoke the rest of the fish. These fish are enough for us to eat for many days. We don't need to hunt tomorrow."

"why?"

Seeing such a bountiful harvest today, Jian Ya was planning to do it again tomorrow. Of course, the more food the better, and there is nothing dangerous about it. I don’t know why Wang Lang didn’t go.
"The rainy season is coming soon. We have to prepare some things these days. Let's go there after a while and take advantage of the rainy season to bring back as much mud and rocks as possible. If we do this in the rainy season , it’s too dangerous to walk such a long distance.” Wang Lang explained.
After hearing Wang Lang's words, Jian Ya looked at the pile of fish piled up like a hill in the yard with some regret.
Wang Lang looked at him and smiled and said: "What's so sad, the river is there, the fish are there, and they can't escape. We will have time in the future. It's not bad for a day or two."

Jian Ya thought for a while, and agreed with Wang Lang's words, but he was still unhappy.
Wang Lang shook his head and didn't say anything. Instead, he ordered Fanxing to prepare food.
Looking at the busy crowd, Wang Lang sat beside the fire, writing and drawing on the ground with a wooden stick, frowning and meditating.
"Hemp rope is easy to get, but what to do with the loom, alas, everything is difficult at the beginning."

Cloth is needed to boil salt and filter, and cloth is also needed to make clothes, but Wang Lang is at a loss as to how to make this cloth.
Due to the rich harvest today, the tribe enjoyed a whole fish feast, steamed fish, grilled fish and boiled fish, which made everyone's belly bulging. Everyone's heart was full of hope for the future.
After dinner, the rest of the tribe fell asleep, and Wang Lang was still thinking about how to make something that could weave cloth.

In the next period of time, Wang Lang took other people to clean up the weeds and shrubs outside the wooden wall with tools. He planned to widen the wooden wall, after all, the current residence is really crowded.

During this period, in addition to learning their language with Fanxing, whenever I have free time, I will think about the method of weaving.

Until one day, after dinner, everyone in Wang Lang looked at the piece of silk-like rag around his waist by the light of the fire, and watched carefully for a long time.
The cotton cloth produced by modern industry is very fine and detailed. Although it is difficult to see that it is a piece of cloth, Wang Lang still carefully identified the small grids on the cotton cloth. Staring at these grids, Wang Lang saw the grids in front of his eyes. Liang, I have a good idea in my heart, but it's already dark now, even if I have an idea, I can't do anything.
Wang Lang tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. He just wanted to fall asleep quickly and try his own thoughts after dawn.
On the second day, Wang Lang did not clear the open space with the others. While the others were busy, Wang Lang was looking for straight branches near his residence.

Although people were puzzled by Wang Lang's behavior, they didn't ask any questions out of curiosity.

After finding a satisfactory branch, Wang Lang polished it smooth, drew a rectangle the size of A4 paper on the ground, and divided five equal scales on the wide side, and nailed the polished branch to the drawn scale. Wang Lang tried it, and the branches were firmly nailed. Since it was just an experiment, Wang Lang did not make this simple loom very large.
After doing this, Wang Lang tied the bark fibers used to make the rope tightly to the branches, and passed a thin branch alternately through these fiber threads. Next, Wang Lang wound the remaining fiber threads around a wooden stick On the top, use this spindle with fibers to alternately pass through five parallel threads, and use the thin twig to fix the braided place after each completion.
After going back and forth like this for more than 20 minutes, Wang Lang finally got the first piece of cloth in this world. Looking at this simple cloth, Wang Lang laughed happily.
The successful test of my own idea means that this small tribe of Wang Lang is finally expected to get rid of the days of streaking, and he has taken a small step towards civilization.
"If you have cloth, you can make clothes. Since you are a civilized tribe, you should have your own tribe's name. Is there a cloth department? It sounds awkward, but there is a clothing department?" Wang Lang shook his head and denied these two names. .
"The ancients once said that there is the beauty of clothing, and it is called Hua, and it has great etiquette, so it is called Xia. Since I have clothes that cover my body, and I am a descendant of Huaxia, if this is the case, then I might as well put the Chinese civilization in this world. Inheritance, a new Huaxia tribe."

Wang Lang's heart was full of emotion at the moment, a civilization must be inherited by himself, and he would leave his mark on the human history of this world. Looking at the rough cloth in his hand, this is civilization, the crystallization of human wisdom.
Fanxing has seen Wang Lang doing some weird things by himself since the morning. Although he doesn't know what Wang Lang is doing, Fanxing knows that Wang Lang must be doing something meaningful to the tribe. He couldn't help stopping his work and came to Wang Lang's side and asked, "Lang, what's wrong with you?"

Disturbed by the stars, Wang Lang recovered from his excitement, looked at the stars and said, "What do you think this is?"

Fanxing looked at the piece of cloth in Wang Lang's hand, shook her head, and said, "Lang, did you make this just now? What's the use of it?"

Wang Lang smiled and said: "This is a good thing, with this we have clothes to wear."

"What are clothes?"

This question made Wang Lang very speechless. As a modern person and a normal person, he knows that it is shameful not to wear clothes, but talking about shame with a group of primitive people running around with bare buttocks every day is simply playing the piano with a cow. Wang Lang had no choice but to say to Fanxing: " Clothes are beautiful things that can be worn on the body, but they are useful anyway, and after I make them, you will definitely like them.”

Fan Xing let out a sigh, but didn't take this matter to heart, since Wang Lang said it was useful, it must be useful, looked at the piece of cloth in Wang Lang's hand, and continued to do his own thing.
(End of this chapter)