I am a primitive

It's a pity that these fish bones are too fragile, or the skin is too thick. After breaking five or six fish bones in a row without a single needle hole appearing on the skin, Han Chengcheng had to give up this method.

There was no other way to use the fishbone spurs, so Han Cheng could only think of other ways.

Yes, he picked up the stone again.

Put the leather on a big rock, then hold a sharp-edged stone with the other hand, and smash it down against the edge of the leather.

Sure enough, sometimes a little violence is needed. After breaking a few fishbone in a row, there was nothing he could do with it. After encountering a stone, Han Cheng quickly gave up, and Han Cheng smashed a small hole in five or seven blows.

After the first hole came out, he didn't stop, but continued to hold the stone to make holes in the leather, controlling the distance, trying to smash one every half a centimeter, of course, if he accidentally smashed it crookedly, it would be no problem.

Now is the time to solve the problem of food and clothing, not the time to pay attention to beauty.

The knocking sound in the cave pulled Wu out of the ethereal state of recording things.

He frowned, put down the 'stone pen' in his hand, rubbed his tired and sore fingers and wrists, and walked out of the inner hole, wanting to see who was so noisy.

After seeing that it was Han Cheng who was striking with the stone, he showed a slightly surprised expression.

Wu walked to Han Cheng's side, and after seeing Han Cheng's movements clearly, there was a puzzled expression in his eyes. He didn't understand why the Son of God cut him into two smaller halves for such a good skin, and Punch out so many small holes in the leather.

Isn't the bigger the leather, the better?

Whether it is wrapped around the body to keep warm or used to wrap fruit, the big leather is far more useful than the small leather. Why did the Son of God make it smaller?

If it was before, Wu must have thought that this little guy was messing around, but the experience of yesterday was still vivid in his memory, so he couldn't feel the slightest contempt for this son of God who looked only six or seven years old.

Han Cheng looked up and saw Wu, and also found Wu's confusion, but he didn't explain anything, because the tribal language was too simple, he wanted to explain to Wu what he wanted to do, and what this thing had The function requires a lot of effort, it is not as convenient as directly making gloves.

Han Cheng finally punched small holes in the edges of the rabbit skin on three sides, which was regarded as the eye of a needle.

The thread problem is easier to solve, because there is a kind of grass nearby that is very tough and can be used as a rope.

There is a lot of this kind of grass, and there is a lot of it in the cave, which is used as firewood and spread under the body to keep warm.

Under Wu's gaze, Han Cheng found a long handful of this kind of grass, and after folding the holed skin in half, he began to use this kind of grass, which he called 'rope grass', along the opposite small holes. 'Thread the needle' up.

Han Cheng did not use the common needling method of reverse and positive in later generations, which is not suitable for the current situation.

Instead, use tough rope grass to penetrate into the two holes that are folded in half, wind it back and forth twice, and after tightening it, go to the next hole.

After about 10 minutes, it is very likely that the first glove of this era appeared.

Chapter 20 Serious Mandarin

The glove is weird, because it is not so much a glove as it is a small elongated square pocket made of leather, and there is no separate thumb.

But Han Cheng was already very happy, he couldn't wait to open the opening of the pocket-like glove, and put his right hand in.

The fluffy, smooth and smooth rabbit fur wrapped the whole hand, and a warmth had been transmitted from it to the hand, as if the whole hand was being rubbed by something soft and beautiful.

Yes, you read that right, the gloves made by Han Cheng are made with leather on the inside and outside.

It doesn't matter whether it is beautiful or not, his first requirement for making gloves is warmth, and everything else has to stand aside.

As for the matter of how the fur will not survive, there is no need to think about it. The tribe he belongs to lacks everything, but there is no shortage of leather. Give the next generation what the ancients could have imagined.

Seeing Han Cheng's actions and the joy on his face, Wu seemed to understand something.

Seeing that Wu was looking at him, Han Cheng took off his gloves, motioned for Wu to stretch out his hand, and then put it on for Wu.

When Han Cheng put on the gloves for him, Wu's hands seemed a little stiff, apparently unfamiliar with this weird thing.

After the glove was put on his hand, Wu's expression moved. He felt the warmth, and at the same time shook it up and down, left and right. This weird thing wrapped his hand tightly, unlike the beast that was wrapped with a rope before. The leather wraps around the hand, and if you don't pay attention, it will fall apart, and the hand will be uncomfortable.

Feeling the warmth, Wu's eyes couldn't help but brighten, because he remembered that every year in the tribe, many people's hands were full of red, swollen, festered and cracked due to the cold.

If everyone gets two of these things and puts his hand out when working and puts his hand in when not working, how much less suffering will the people in the tribe suffer?

And if you keep your hands well, whether you are hunting or doing other things, you can improve a lot of efficiency.

"This is, God?"

The bright-eyed Wu stretched out his fingers to point to the sky, then turned around and pointed to the totem pole in the inner hole, then put the glove in his hand towards Han Cheng's eyes, looking at Han Cheng full of expectation and excitement.

Seeing Wu like this, Han Cheng couldn't ignore Wu's intentions, so he nodded and said, "Yes, God."

The piety on Wu's face became more pious: "This?"

He asked aloud, raising the glove in his hand.

After watching it for a while, Han Cheng realized that Wu was asking about the name of the glove.

This made it difficult for Han Cheng, because in Wu's tribe, there was no word for gloves.

Han Cheng racked his brains and couldn't come up with a suitable word with similar meaning to tell Wu that it was a glove.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind. Since there is no word for gloves in the tribe, shouldn't he just create it himself?

Isn't that how vocabulary increases day by day?

"Gloves."

Han Cheng spoke Mandarin in a straight-forward manner.

The witch face was puzzled, obviously he didn't understand what the word 'gloves' meant, because he had never come into contact with such weird words.

Han Cheng is now as tireless as when the witch taught him to speak the language of the tribe.

He pointed at the glove, and said again, "This is the glove."

The first two characters are spoken in the language of the tribe, and the latter is spoken in Mandarin.

"Gloves?"

Wu repeated Han Cheng's words, his voice was very crappy and jerky,

However, Han Cheng was overwhelmed by the familiar pronunciation he heard from someone else for the first time after coming over from him.

Human beings are emotional animals. There are many things, not to say that you can forget them if you don’t want to, but you just keep them in your heart and don’t think about them due to various reasons.

"Gloves."

Han Cheng suppressed the turmoil in his heart, pointed to the glove in Wu's hand and repeated it again. He pronounced it very seriously, and he was more attentive than when he took the Mandarin test.

"Gloves."