[Comprehensive History] Clothes are all over the world

Since the invention of the brush by Meng Tian, ​​a general in the pre-Qin period, the raw materials of the brush have changed several times with the changes in local products, tools and ink materials.

Early writing brushes were mostly written on hard bamboo slips, so the selected wool material was also relatively hard, mostly deer hair and horse hair. Later, there was a demand for writing on silk, so there was a rabbit hair.

In the Tang and Song dynasties, paper was gradually popularized as a carrier. In order to avoid scratching the paper surface, hard deer hair and horse hair were basically eliminated. People began to use more rabbit hair and wool with better ink storage ability.

The number of wild rabbits here in Yunnan is not very large, and Mu Bai has caught a total of three times these days.

Rabbit meat is added to the meal, and the rabbit skin has been processed to make a small cloak. Although there are not many rabbit fur left in the corners, it is enough to make a few pens.

In fact, because there are several natural grasslands in the south and the dietary preferences of the local nomads, most of the meat products in Yunnan are mutton.

Although wool is mostly used for knitting sweaters, the base is that wool is already cheap compared to other raw materials.

Therefore, wool has become the main raw material for local people to make pens.

It is precisely because the two most commonly used raw materials are mostly white after cleaning, that Mu Xiaowen wondered why the hairs that his elder brother found to make pens were of different colors this time.

Mu Bai stretched out a handful of tower-shaped brush tips in front of Mu Wen, motioning him to touch it.Mu Wen stretched out his chubby claws obediently, and immediately said in surprise after touching it: "It's hard."

"Yes, it's just right for you to learn to write. It's too soft to use hard." Mu Bai pinched his fingertips, which brought a series of laughter from the child.

"Brother, why don't you make a pen for Mr. too? Mister wants to teach Mr. Brother to read!" After laughing happily, Mu Wen suggested very filially.

Before Mu Bai could reply, the child then counted the small nibs that were drying, and then raised his little head worriedly, his round eyes were even more watery, "Brother, is Shushu enough? If it’s not enough, Wen’er, Wen’er can use my brother’s old pen, but the new pen should be used by my husband and brother.”

Mu Bai felt that his heart was hit with a "sigh", and then a sweet and sour feeling leaked out. He couldn't help pinching his hand, feeling numbness from the palm of his hand. Itching, now I really want to hug Mu Xiaowen and rub it hard a few times.

The children of the human race are so cute, no wonder humans are keen to reproduce!

Mu Bai pinched Xiao Douding's chubby cheeks, and said with a mysterious smile: "Don't worry, the raw materials are enough. Now brother will continue to be busy. Wen'er will play for a while, and then we will play together." Can I go to Brother Erja for dinner?"

Mu Wen nodded obediently, and he even took the initiative to find some work for himself to prove that he was not playing: "Then Wen'er will feed A Hua, and then take A Hua for a walk."

"Okay, don't run too far, don't get close to the creek, if you are in danger, call your brother, you know?"

"Okay~" The child responded tenderly, then stepped on the ground with both feet, tiptoed shyly, and gave a sweet and loud "bo-chi" to his busy brother.

Before Mu Bai could react, Xiao Douding let go of his short legs and ran away.

This, who taught this?

Mu Bai blankly covered his kissed face, a little dazed, a child of the human race is really, really...

Well, for the sake of being so cute, I forgive you for always wetting the bed!

By the way, who is Ah Hua?

Mu Bai blinked, walked to the door and peeked out, and saw that the little Douding at home had grabbed a handful of grains in his hand, and was picking and throwing them on the ground one by one to feed the new ones at home. Mr Peacock.

The peacock, which followed Xiaodouding's footsteps and pecked at the ground, became a little dissatisfied with this pace of eating. It decided to change from passive to active. It flapped its two thin wings and long legs, and started chasing the wood. Wen asked for more grains.

This frightened the child a lot, but Mu Xiaowen was a brave child, even though he was afraid, he bravely fought the peacock.

Although one side is a cub, it is in the period when it is fearless, and the other side is one of the few birds that are not good at fighting. The scene of the fight can be described as extremely exciting.In the end, it was Mu Xiaowen who was slightly better with his small fists waving indiscriminately and his rogue style of riding on the peacock.

Mu Bai was fortunate enough to see the scene of the human cub taming the molting peacock, and he fell silent.

By the way, when did my brother learn to open the cage door?And how did he know what the peacock ate?

Mu Bai is like all ordinary human parents at the moment. While surprised by his child's learning ability, he is also happy for his child's growth. At the same time, he is also a little sad that the cub is eager to grow up. It can be described as mixed.

Just when he was sad for the spring and autumn, the general situation outside was set, and the little friend Mu Wen successfully got a pet, and Mu Bai also took advantage of the situation to move the status of the peacock from [a troublesome guy who can be used] to [a family pet that needs a little care. ], and decided that after he finished his work, he would go to strengthen the peacock nest, and by the way, adjust and upgrade the traps on the side, so as to cope with the next challenge.

Mu Bai is [-]% sure that the weasel, who has not been able to eat meat and has been bald by him, will come again tonight, and based on the weasel's tendency to find his parents if he can't beat it, this time it may not be all Only.

If it was last night, he might still find it troublesome, but after a rough try today, he no longer has such thoughts.

Who would think it troublesome for small animals that come all the way to give fur?Such an enthusiastic little animal must be a good boy, and the more the better, he must not let down this enthusiasm, and try tomorrow to see if the weasel's fur is good or not.

Didn’t the human race have an idiom called Jixiongchengqiu? Although he didn’t understand why the human race took a fancy to the fox’s armpit hair, it might have a special effect. Well, you can try pulling it out, it’s so pleasant decided.

By the way, there is also head and neck hair. For wool, the neck is a very good place to get hair.The hair here is not easy to be damaged, and the heat retention effect is also more prominent. Generally, the warmer fur has better ink absorption performance.

Ah, speaking of which, belly hair should be pretty good too.

Forget it, let's try one by one, anyway, if there are no accidents, there will be many opportunities and resources.

Just when Mu Bai was racking his brains for his younger brother's learning tools, preparing to fight wits and courage with a group of weasels and pluck bald wolves, a fast horse was stopped when he was about to leave Uzaru.

The knight on horseback was torn off by the soldiers defending the city, twisted on the dirt road, a soap leather boot stepped on his back, and trampled the person who wanted to raise his head to the ground.

The man in the purple robe with the right lapel and large sleeves, the collar, and the black gauze with the horns on his head bent down and grinned at the young man who was trampled under his feet: "Look who I caught? Huh? The Han people spies?"

The young man who was trampled raised his head with difficulty, and he showed a timid smile at the official of the Yuan Dynasty. The young man with delicate and bright features looked very scheming and harmless.

His face was submissive: "Master official, I am not a spy of the Han people, I am just a businessman who came down to the south to do business. I have done paperwork, all of which are in my bag, and there are goods. I bought a lot of local products. That...Master, you might as well take a look at it, you can take whatever you like, just treat it as a relationship between us?"

"Hey, I don't think so, you Han people are the best liars. But it doesn't matter, your mouth will naturally be honest when you are in front of torture tools." The man retracted his legs, stood up straight, and pointed his mouth in the direction of the young man. The soldier ordered, "Take him down for interrogation, and dig out all the places he has been to, what he has bought, and what he has touched, and bring them all back to the Lord. Don't leave anyone behind."

He showed a cruel smile: "I want to see what these Han people are going to do."

The dispute that happened across the road is like a storm that is gradually forming, but it doesn't affect Mu Bai for the time being.

After a period of practical experimentation, Mu Bai’s writing brush made of weasel hair has received very good feedback.

Mr. Wang's hand was injured, and his wrist strength was insufficient. In the eyes of laymen, there is not much difference between the sheep's pen and the wolf's pen. There is a big difference in front of him. The wolf's pen is flexible and easy to write. The old man is very satisfied with this modified invention of the student.

The satisfactory result is - two more volumes of scriptures have been added to Mu Bai's homework.

Mr. Wang glanced at the corners of the student's mouth twitching, and he didn't want to accept it, so he said very cleverly: "As the teacher, I watched the sky last night and got the meaning of the sky, so I invited a student for my student." The hexagrams, the hexagrams show that disciples will have a calamity soon, and the method that will be broken in this calamity is this Buddhist book."

Mu Bai shuddered when he heard the words, and looked at Mr. Wang suspiciously, is it real or not?His husband still has this unique skill?

The old man gave a dry cough, raised his hand as if there was nothing there, and directed Mu Bai's eyes to the Confucian classic on the wall bookshelf - the book "Book of Changes", a compulsory subject for cultural people, and showed himself in the most casual way. range of knowledge.

As an early cultural work of Huaguo, "Book of Changes" is inevitably filled with many thoughts of heaven, earth, human beings and gods.But don't get me wrong, cultural people don't learn this thing for divination, such as "which foot to step on first when you go out today, so that you can use the power of metaphysics to make your old opponent wrestle in the face of the saint", nor is it like a modern day. Like some people, they try to calculate the lottery numbers through the wisdom of their ancestors to get something for nothing, but use the thoughts and knowledge hidden in the hexagrams and hexagrams to question and learn about themselves.

This is actually a philosophy education book covered in feudal superstition. It is a giant tree that gathers the achievements of all parties. If ordinary people can expand, learn and research along one of its branches, they can become famous.

However, Mu Bai didn't know.

Mubai, a scumbag who has never studied "Book of Changes", was easily suppressed by the power of knowledge, and was fooled by his husband to pick up a stack of scriptures in a few sentences.

Mu Bai flipped through the hand-copied scriptures in his hands, and really couldn't understand why his family's divination master, who had learned Confucian skills and used Taoist theories, would throw him a few volumes of Buddhist theories.

...I always feel that something is not right.

He glanced at the Buddhist verses that are much more profound than the "Heart Sutra", and he couldn't help but feel dizzy, "Sir, isn't there a saying that says that young people don't read Buddhist scriptures? You let me read this now, not afraid that I will really see through the world and become a monk." ah?"

Mr. Wang lifted his face, a kind and gentle smile appeared on his face full of age marks, but what he said was extremely cruel: "Since the rise of Buddhism, there has only been one wine and meat monk. If you want to practice Buddhism, are you willing to give up this piece of meat?"

Mubai: ...

Damn it, meat is the joy of life.If it wasn't for this stuttering, he would have found a dead body as a decoration, why bother to work hard for points.

The author has something to say:

The only wine and meat monk is the monk Jigong of the Southern Song Dynasty, but Jigong is a bit special. He is actually a three-cultivator of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism. In addition to Buddhism, his literary accomplishment is also very solid.