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It was a new day. Wu Yue got up early and prepared to burn lime.
Firewood was something that was always available in the tribe, so he didn't hesitate to ask people to help him move a lot of it to the earthen kiln. He first put a thick layer of firewood in the kiln, and then he took out the stones in the space.
Small pieces are placed directly on the firewood, while large pieces are smashed hard on other stones to break them into small pieces.
In this way, a layer of firewood and a layer of stones filled most of the kiln.
He didn't put the pickle jars he had made earlier into the pot. He wanted to wait until the lime was burned out and then try applying lime glaze before burning them.
He took burning branches from the bonfire that was always burning in the middle of the tribe and lit the firewood in the earthen kiln. When stacking the branches, he deliberately staggered them to leave gaps for air to enter, so the fire soon burned fiercely.
Move the remaining stones and mud bricks to seal the kiln door, leaving only a hole for ventilation and adding firewood. The work is done, and the next step is to wait for the stones to be burned into lime.
However, he had no idea how long it would take to burn, so he could only take out a piece every once in a while to check and confirm.
There was plenty of firewood in the earthen kiln, so Wu Yue put this aside for the time being and went to look at his land. The sweet potato vines he had transplanted yesterday looked a little wilted under the morning sun, so Wu Yue watered it more, hoping that sufficient moisture would keep it alive.
With nothing to do for the time being, he wandered around the tribe. Yun took the women out to look for wild vegetables as usual, but today he left more than a dozen women by the river to deal with the accumulated furs.
The Sharp Fang Tribe's method of processing fur is very simple. They smash a plant into a paste, mix it with wood ash and water, and apply it to the inside of the fur. They then fold it up and pile it in the corner.
The remaining meat and fat on the plants and fur will slowly ferment, emitting a rather unpleasant smell.
When the fermentation is almost done, the women will take the fur to the water to wash it, then scrape off the residue with a stone knife and dry the fur.
Such simply processed fur is naturally not as good as modern craftsmanship, but it is still pretty good. The fur is still strong and soft, enough to cover the body and keep warm.
"God's messenger, God's messenger!" Seeing him from afar, a woman suddenly shouted excitedly, "Come and see what I made!"
What is it? Wu Yue recognized her. Her name was Cao, and she was also a skillful girl. When he had them try to sew clothes with fur before, the girl's work was very good.
Wu Yue walked forward with a smile, only to see Cao showing him a piece of wool, his big eyes full of anticipation for being praised.
Yarn? Wu Yue was a little confused. Wasn't this the yarn he had distributed to them to make clothes? Why...
No, although the yarn he passed out was also gray, it seemed different from the one in front of him! Wu Yue took the yarn and looked at it carefully, finally noticing the difference. Compared with modern industrial products, this yarn was obviously much coarser and the thickness was not very uniform.
"You did it?" He widened his eyes in surprise and looked at the grass.
Cao nodded with a little pride: "I carefully looked at the yarn you gave us and found that it seemed that rabbit hair could also be used to make it. So I gave it a try. I cut the soft rabbit hair and rolled it into thin long strips, and then rolled three strips into a strand. The result was very strong."
Wu Yue was a little shocked and moved at this time.
Human beings, smart, hardworking, great humans.
He had been standing on the shoulders of giants for too long, and perhaps subconsciously he did not take the people of these primitive tribes seriously. He only wanted to rely on himself, thinking that he had to figure it out first and then teach them a way.
But this idea is totally wrong.
These primitive people were no different from him in physical structure, and some of them were even smarter, stronger, and more agile than him.
All he had was the knowledge accumulated by his predecessors. Instead of holding on to this knowledge, perhaps he should treat this knowledge as seeds and plant it among these primitive people.
Who knows, one of the seeds might take root, sprout, and grow into a towering tree.
"You've done very well, Cao." Wu Yue silently made a decision in his mind and looked up at Cao. "It's not just animal hair that can be made into this kind of thread. Some plant stems have flexible, long fibers. Those can also be made into thread, and then the thread can be woven into cloth. In this way, we can make clothes. Not fur clothes, but the kind of light, thin, and comfortable clothes I brought."
Because Cao was left behind in the Liya tribe, she did not get any of the clothes brought by Wu Yue. She had long been envious of the clothes worn by her female companions, which felt light, comfortable, and looked very beautiful. However, she also knew that these were brought by the messenger of God, and there were only a few of them, so she never thought that she could own them.
But now the messenger of God actually said that they can also make such clothes!
She suddenly became interested and came forward to ask, "God's messenger! What does the plant you are talking about look like?"
The girl, casually wearing only animal skins to cover her modesty, came too close, making Wu Yue, a gay man, feel a little embarrassed. He inadvertently took a half step back and coughed. "Ahem, sorry, I don't know exactly what it looks like, but there are several plants that can be spun and woven. They're called hemp, and when it's spun it's hemp thread, and when it's woven it's hemp cloth. There's also cotton, like the kapok fruit you wore yesterday. Their fruit is white, soft, and fluffy, and can also be spun and woven."
The girl frowned, worried: "If we don't even know what the messenger of God looks like, how are we going to find him?"
Wu Yue thought about it, and it seemed that he had heard the history teacher who liked to talk about ancient linen in class before. First, the harvested hemp was soaked in water to let it ferment, so that the parts other than the hemp fiber could be removed. With the hemp fiber, it could be spun into yarn and woven into cloth.
Got it! He said to Cao, "Cao, tell Yun and the others to keep an eye out for plants with flexible stems that won't break when they go out to gather. Bring those plants back and soak them in water. If they rot and still have strong fibers left, like hair, then we can try to use those fibers to spin yarn!"
This wasn't a difficult job. They had to look for food every day anyway. Cao's eyes lit up and he nodded repeatedly: "Okay, I'll talk to Yun and the others!"
It should have been like this a long time ago… Wu Yue thought to himself, looking at Cao with anticipation. If I relied on myself alone, I wondered when I could lead everyone to a life where food, clothing, shelter, and transportation were all taken care of. I had to mobilize everyone and work together to create a better life!
After returning to the earthen kiln to check it out and adding some firewood, he sat down by the campfire and began to prepare himself for the next class.
Yes, class. That was his decision for today. He planned to teach these primitive people every day before dinner. After all, his mind was filled with thousands of years of knowledge. Even if he only casually revealed a little, it might bring about earth-shaking changes to this primitive society.
Not only him, he had to get everyone with special skills to attend the class, Xiao, who had rich hunting experience, Xia, who could use herbs, Yun, who knew many edible plants, Xiao Shu and Cao, who were good at handicrafts...
Of course, he didn't expect everyone in the Sharp Fang Tribe to become omnipotent, he just wanted to do his best to sow more seeds of knowledge.
After Xiao returned with the hunting team, Wu Yue told him his thoughts.
Xiao was surprised: "You mean you want to pass on the knowledge you know to them, and let others do the same?"
Wu Yue nodded.
Xiao frowned. "It's okay for Yun, Cao, and I to know what they know, but Xia... the inheritance of the tribal witch has always been secret. If you ask her to teach this knowledge to everyone in the tribe now, I don't think she will agree."
Wu Yue was stunned and frowned, asking, "Isn't the tribe's chief witch usually responsible for healing injuries and illnesses? Teaching these methods to everyone would also make her life easier. Isn't that a good thing?"
Although these primitive tribesmen always liked to mention the prophecies of the great witches of previous generations, he had not seen Xia perform any supernatural witchcraft for divination during the days he had been here, so he always regarded Xia as a doctor.
Xiao shook his head: "Our ancestors have always been like this. The inheritance of the Great Shaman can only be passed on to the next Great Shaman. The Great Shaman of the previous generation... my mother, even as her only son, I cannot spy on her."
Wu Yue was silent for a while and felt that he seemed to understand.
To consolidate their position and gain the right to speak, perhaps. Recalling their first meeting, Yun and the others couldn't even get close to the hot springs because they would 'defile' the so-called 'holy springs'.
Those who control the discourse can seek personal gain and, naturally, assume a superior position and enjoy privileges. Wu Yue felt somewhat dejected. He had never imagined that such a small tribe of just over 200 people would have already given rise to class systems and privileges.
He suddenly wondered if he should continue. If he continued to build the tribe, what would become of it?
We are now at level D, and what will happen next? Is it a level C agricultural feudal society? Are the nobles living a life of luxury, while the common people are toiling away their days without enough to eat?
The man has three wives and four concubines and lives a life of debauchery, while the woman stays out of the house to take care of her husband and children?
That was the feudal society he despised very much. If the Sharp Fang Tribe would become like that, wouldn't it be better to maintain the status quo?
The passion in his heart suddenly died down, and he didn't feel like eating. He lowered his head and slowly walked back to the tent. He needed to think carefully.
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