Quick travel: Boss, have the guts to fight me!

Chapter 333 The Guardian God of the Beast World (40)

Putting the orc baby back on the wooden bed, Xin Jiujiu checked the mulberry leaves to see if there were any missed cocoons, and after making sure they were all picked up, she went to the campfire with a basket full of cocoons.

The orc baby has been following closely. In the past few days, Xin Jiujiu was on her period. He followed her wherever she went, and occasionally helped her pass things to her.

They seem to be more and more tacit understanding, and the orc seems to be beginning to understand some simple semantics, except that he can't speak, he is no different from a human child!
The two found a clay pot, filled it with water, and put it on the fire.

This is the work that Xin Jiujiu has been doing every day for the past few days. As a modern person, she naturally knows that her menstrual period is unhygienic and prone to infection, so she washes it with hot water every day.

Within 2 minutes of boiling the water, everyone brought the cocoons they picked out one after another.

The first to bring the cocoon was the leader. The leader raised a lot of silkworms. As a leader, he had to lead by example and set an example in order to gain prestige.

Seeing Xin Jiujiu boiling hot water, he did not forget to ask eagerly.

"Xin Jiu, why do you need to boil hot water?"

"Boss, because these cocoons are dry, if they are placed in hot water, they will expand quickly, so that we can reel silk."

The leader learned two new words: "cocoon... reeling..."

Manual cocoon peeling and spinning is time-consuming and labor-intensive, but there are no machines or factories here, and what happens to be the most indispensable is manpower and time...

Everyone followed suit and started reeling silk together, wrapping the stripped silk around a pottery pot or basket to prevent it from getting tangled and knotted.

Silkworm cocoons are woven from a single piece of silk. The cocoons in spring are 900-1500 meters long, and the cocoons in summer and autumn are 700-1200 meters long.

Xin Jiujiu didn't know how long the silkworm cocoons were in the Coles Continent. After all, there seemed to be no four seasons here, but by visual inspection, each cocoon was not short.

The silk was stripped one by one, and Xin Jiujiu began to study how to turn these silks into threads, ropes, cloth, and clothes...

She thought of spinning wheels. Spinning wheels made of stone or ceramics began to appear in the Neolithic period. She could try to make one, but she had only heard about this magical tool from her grandmother in the countryside and had never seen it before.

"Xin Jiu, can we make clothes like this?"

"No, one is too thin and easy to break, I plan to twist five into a rope."

The question is how to rub it together...

This time, Xin Jiujiu became worried.

After peeling the cocoons all morning, everyone's fingers were soaked, and they had to continue hunting and gathering in the afternoon.

However, Xin Jiujiu applied for a special case from the leader. She is not in her menstrual period, but she can not participate in labor, because she needs time to study how to turn silk into thread.

She spent half a day polishing the stone, a round stone flake the size of the baby orc's palm, with a hole in the middle, a wooden stick inserted, falling on five silks, turning the wooden stick, the stone flake turned like a top, tightening the silk , the silk rotates with the stone flakes and twists into a strand...

When everyone came back from hunting at night, Xin Jiujiu and several people from the left-behind tribe had already twisted out nearly 2000 meters of rope with a spinning wheel, equivalent to four balls of wool.

She has thought about it, according to her current ability, this is already the limit, she dare not think about spinning and weaving, let the working people of this era use their wisdom to invent and create!

As long as she has thread, she can make clothes without weaving!
The orc baby watched Xin Jiujiu fix the string carefully, and she scratched his nose with her backhand. Every time at this time, he would grin, and he seemed to understand that this gesture meant intimacy, and he licked her, It means one thing!
He understands what she means...

Therefore, it doesn't matter even if we don't understand the language. As long as we trust each other and are willing to understand and take care of each other, there will be no generation gap that cannot be bridged.

(End of this chapter)