Chapter 623: progress

"Father, there's really fat and preserved eggs in the preserved pork porridge!" The half-sized little cub He Mo exclaimed, his tone full of surprise.
The man he called A-Father, an old face that had long seen no color, turned red immediately.
He secretly glanced around, and found that the members of the Blackstone tribe were busy with their own affairs. When he did not look at himself, the embarrassment on his face was slightly relieved.
After that, he slapped a heavy hand on the back of his half-big cub, He Long.
Mouth cursed: "Shut up, so delicious porridge can't stop your mouth; and don't yell, remember you are a man from the brocade tribe, remember the great brocade tribe glory."
After talking, the man continued to bury his head in a large golden bowl and ate and drank.
This place called Heishi Tribe is too rich. They put so many millet in their porridge, as well as weird black eggs and small pieces of fat.
Even, when this porridge drank into the mouth, it still had a salty and sweet taste. It must have put a lot of refined salt and honey to have such a wonderful taste.
The man ate so attentively that he did n’t even hear the murmurs of his half-sized cubs; otherwise, he had absolutely nothing to say and stepped forward.
Because the little cub muttered in his mouth: "The brocade tribe, and the people of the brocade tribe are almost dead, what glory can there be ..."
Yes, this man named Hao Lin and his little cub are from the outer area of ​​the plain, a small tribe brocade tribe that was once quite rich.
As the name implies, this small tribe of more than three hundred people will not only have textile linen, it is a high-end craft in this era; in the peripheral areas, it is quite rare and valuable.
Even, they secretly breed a magical spider that can spit out colorful spider silk, used to weave a beautiful brocade.
Even if the size of the brocade weaved each year is the size of half a palm, the entire brocade tribe is still proud of it; and for this reason, its tribe's name is called brocade tribe.
It is a pity that most of the tribes are starving to death after two consecutive years of natural disasters.
Even if their witches were wrapped in an old animal skin, they would use precious food in exchange for burlap for wearing.
Even if the brocade tribe brought out the precious and easy-to-show brocade, they could not change much ration.
As a result, the brocade tribe can only migrate to the legendary foolish Thunder Mountain, just like the surrounding tribes, and turn to the barbaric black stone tribe, who are said to be still wrapped in animal skins.
This long journey is simply a road full of death.
Because it was too late to leave, it was difficult for them to find things like grass roots and bark along the way; the women and cubs who died first, and then the grown-up adults starved to death one by one.
Fortunately, the half-big little larvae He Long, fortunately picked up a dead squirrel halfway, which supported his two fathers and sons, and walked all the way to this place called the iron lock.
As for the women of the Herring family, as early as a year ago, they screamed at the diseases caused by hunger.
By the time the iron lock is closed, all the brocade tribes can breathe, that is, there are only 31 people ...
After arriving at the Tie Suoguan, the suffering life of Herin's father and son's family seemed to be completely over, and everything they encountered began to become wonderful.
Because the road they walked on was no longer a rugged mountain road; it was replaced by a wide, smooth road.
More importantly, this one is said to lead to the headquarters of the Black Stone Tribe, on both sides of the road where the Black Stone City is located. Every 100 miles away, there will be a free food supply point.
Among all the food offerings, the delicious porridge with preserved eggs and fat meat will always be provided.
Some people have asked the members of the Black Stone Tribe, and their answers are full of colors that they can't believe:
"That's a benevolent Master Niu. I'm worried that you will be strangled to death before I give you something to eat first. Blackstone City is much more delicious."
Such an answer undoubtedly filled the heart of the half-sized larvae He Long with excitement, and was full of longing for reaching the Black Rock City and the new life that will follow.
It's just that after Hering finally got full, he gradually became confused: "After joining the Blackstone Tribe, what will we be arranged to do, do they need people to weave?"
"I definitely need it! Even the magical spider in the tribe has died halfway down. The Blackstone tribe will definitely value themselves by virtue of the craft of textile and linen." In the end, Hao Lin told himself so.
Even if he was on the members of the Blackstone tribe, seeing the clothing of their clothes was far more comfortable and warm than sackcloth, it would not extinguish Hao Lin's confidence.
In his view, it is impossible for the Blackstone tribe to master textiles. This high-end craft is nothing more than to rely on the rich. After spending a lot of materials, I don't know where to trade from ...
Arrived at the legendary shelter and continued to eat lean porridge with preserved eggs.
After several days of self-cultivation, UU reading books www.uukanshu.com Herin was gratified to see that his little cub's face had a little more ruddy, and he also had the strength to run and slap all day long.
It's just Hao Lin's thoughts, and he was upset again.
The textile craft he possessed was reported to the camp when he entered the camp, but now the Blackstone tribe still has no response.
It's as if they really don't need to weave their own.
Such worries, until thirty-one people from their tribe, were assigned to a place called a textile factory; there were many factories such as woodware and pottery around it.
The workers in these factories, with no exceptions, are the same as Herin, new members with relevant skills.
The new job was indeed what Hao Lin expected, to continue weaving; unfortunately, when he discovered the type of cloth that needed to be weaved, it was something called earthen cloth.
Spinning, threading, pulping, chaotic, falling, warp, brushing, healds, barrows, healds, cranes, and many other processes are unprecedentedly complex.
The wooden manual spinning wheel fell in Herin's eyes, and it was simply ingenious; the linen cloth that Herin was proud of before, compared with it, the crude is not worth mentioning at all ...
Half a month later, many new products appeared in the supermarket of the Blackstone tribe, including gorgeous flower cloth, porcelain pots and bowls, and new-style wooden furniture.
Among them, the most popular is the earthen cloth woven by Hering and others, and the finished fabric after poor printing and dyeing.
Suddenly, a small dress like this appeared on the small square of the Blackstone tribe, which was the focus of everyone in the audience.
There is no doubt that Master Niu's industrialization has made great progress again ...
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