Chapter 17 The person involved with the pants was now somewhat regretful.
Although Yu Yan led a team to build a loom, he really didn't have much talent in weaving and tailoring.
Although it was his first time weaving, Xuefei, Xinyu, and Yinqing all wove better than him.
Needless to say, Feng Gui is incredibly skillful; she can weave grass skirts so neatly, so weaving cloth is naturally a piece of cake for her.
So yesterday evening, after seeing off the rest of the tribe, the weaving work was handed over to Feng Gui, while Yu Yan washed vegetables, cooked, and tidied up the house.
Lanxiu also returned from hunting and brought them a piece of animal leg.
He didn't rush back. He stayed by the loom, watching Feng Gui weave with curiosity for a long time, and then helped Yu Yan with some work.
During this time, he kept glancing at the loom, and Yu Yan smiled and told him what had happened during the day.
After he finished preparing the animal leg, he invited Lan Xiu to stay for a meal. Only then did Lan Xiu realize that he had been so engrossed in listening to Yu Yan that he had stayed for so long.
He said embarrassedly, "I'll take it back to eat."
Yu Yan made the decision: "It's too much trouble to carry things around, let's eat here!"
The three of them finished dinner, and it was completely dark by then.
This time, Lan Xiu didn't wait for Yu Yan to refuse and took the initiative to wash the dishes.
Feng Gui glanced at the sky and, by the light of the torch, continued weaving.
Yu Yan then tidied up the miscellaneous items under the ginkgo tree, collected the dried wild vegetables, and stored important supplies such as animal fat and salt into her spatial storage...
Until the moon was high in the sky, Yu Yan was so sleepy that her eyelids drooped, but Feng Gui was still weaving.
“Father,” he yawned and said, “Stop knitting. You’ve had a long day. Go and rest.”
Feng Gui looked up and said gently, "You go to sleep first. I'll come over after I finish weaving this axis."
Yu Yan, unsuspecting, groggily climbed into the bird's nest and fell asleep immediately.
When I woke up the next morning, I found that Feng Gui had finished weaving the whole piece of cloth!
Outside the bird's nest, the sound of rain pattered softly. Inside, the air was thick with the dampness of earth.
Yu Yan saw that the straw curtain in the middle of the bird's nest had been pulled open, and Feng Gui was sitting on his own straw mat, weaving straw sandals.
The woven cloth was neatly folded and placed beside my legs.
Their eyes met, and Feng Gui stopped what he was doing and smiled, "Awake?"
Yu Yan sat up and asked, "Father, when did you finish weaving the cloth? You didn't sleep last night, did you?"
Feng Gui: "I'm asleep."
Yu Yan kept a straight face, not believing it at all.
"Didn't you promise me you'd sleep? If you keep staying up like this, you'll ruin your health."
He always felt that Feng Gui was too thin, and every time he cooked, he would urge Feng Gui to eat more. He also tried his best to do the housework with him.
But Feng Gui is too diligent and stubborn. He always agrees on the surface, but in reality, he does things his own way.
Seeing that he was a little angry, Feng Gui explained softly, "I really did sleep for a while. Last night I sensed that it would rain today, and thinking that the cloth shouldn't get wet, I hurried to finish weaving it. There were also some threads that I hadn't finished weaving, so I put them all away. Oh right, I covered the loom with large leaves; I hope they won't get damaged by the rain?"
The bird's nest they lived in was small and low, and the loom was nearly three meters long, so naturally they couldn't move it up there.
There's no shelter from the rain below, which is why Feng Gui works so hard.
After Yu Yan figured it out, she felt very bad.
Once he has dealt with these urgent matters, he needs to hurry up and collect building materials and select a site so that he can build the house as soon as possible.
Feng Gui sensed his softening attitude and coaxed him with a smile, "Baby, don't be angry anymore. Do you want to see the cloth I wove?"
Yu Yan scratched her white fur and said helplessly, "I'm not angry..."
Feng Gui: "Yes, I know."
"In short, don't do that next time. There's always work to be done, but your health is the most important thing."
"Okay, whatever you say."
After Yu Yan's fur was smoothed out, she moved closer to Feng Gui's straw mat and looked at the cloth he had woven.
"As expected of my adoptive father, the weaving is so good, so smooth! It will definitely look amazing as a garment!" Yu Yan praised loudly.
Feng Gui smiled, her eyes crinkling, and stroked the cloth with obvious delight, saying, "Shall I make you a dress from this cloth right now?"
Yu Yan was taken aback and quickly refused, "No, no, I don't want a dress."
Feng Gui asked in confusion, "Then what do you want? A robe?"
"I don't want a robe, what I want to make is trousers."
The people in the tribe all wore animal skin skirts and straw skirts, and I really didn't know what pants were.
Yu Yan had to use a combination of words and gestures to make Feng Gui understand.
"Does this outfit even look good..." Feng Gui muttered softly.
Yu Yan said decisively, "It's absolutely gorgeous!"
Feng Gui chuckled: "Alright. It doesn't sound difficult to you, I'll make it for you right now."
Yu Yan smiled brightly: "Thank you, Father! I won't stand on ceremony with you for this piece of cloth! Weave other cloth on the back, so you can make yourself a garment too."
Feng Gui: "I'm not in a hurry." As a father, how could he possibly compete with his child for something?
It was raining and difficult to start a fire, so Feng Gui made a porridge of stems and wild vegetables in the morning, which the two of them ate together.
After eating, he busied himself making pants in the bird's nest.
The rain gradually intensified, and muffled thunder rumbled in the distance. The bird's nest was dimly lit, as if it had been separated into a quiet little world.
The father and son discussed it enthusiastically, making alterations and repairs, and finally finished the pants in the afternoon.
Yu Yan also asked Feng Gui to use the remaining small pieces of fabric to make him two pairs of underwear to change into.
They certainly wouldn't throw away the other scraps of cloth either.
You can sew it on with thread to make handkerchiefs or small pockets.
These past few days, when he was working, his hands got dirty, and he had to search everywhere for leaves to wipe them, which was really inconvenient.
"Father, let me change my pants and you can see."
Yu Yan pulled up the straw curtain, and couldn't wait to take off her straw skirt and put on her underwear and trousers.
After changing, he yanked open the curtain, stood smugly with his hands on his hips and chin raised, and asked:
"How about it?"
Feng Gui also stood up, walked around him, and carefully examined him.
Yu Yan is a handsome man with excellent body proportions. The white trousers, with their cinched waist, accentuated his slim waist and long legs, making him seem to glow.
Feng Guishi never expected the pants to look so amazing. Especially since they were made by his own son, he loved them more and more the more he looked at them.
"It's so beautiful! The colors are beautiful, and the design is beautiful too!" he exclaimed.
Yu Yan became even more proud and laughed, saying, "That's not all, look again."
As soon as he finished speaking, he made several high-knee and long-stepping movements.
Feng Gui exclaimed in surprise, "It's so convenient to move around like this?!"
“That’s right!” Yu Yan patted her thigh. “This cloth is very sturdy. From now on, we’ll be much faster going up mountains and down rivers.”
Feng Gui nodded repeatedly, his eyes sparkling with delight. He couldn't wait to wear the same pants as Yu Yan right now.
Yu Yan was overjoyed to finally be free of her straw skirt, and she strolled around the bird's nest-like house of about twenty square meters.
"Sigh, if it weren't raining outside, I really wanted to fly around the tribe and show Xin Yuyinqing and the others."
Feng Gui immediately said seriously, "Don't go out during thunderstorms, especially don't fly in the sky."
Yu Yan was so engrossed in the joy of getting new pants that she didn't ponder Feng Gui's words deeply.
He simply replied casually, "Okay."
The rain continued incessantly for two days, finally stopping in the latter half of the third night.
In the morning, the rising sun cast its light, dispelling the gloom over the earth.
The trees and tender grass, having absorbed the rainwater, are even more vibrant.
Yu Yan had been cooped up in the bird's nest for two days. Early in the morning, she rushed down from the tree and took a few deep breaths of fresh air.
He was wearing newly made white trousers.
"Father, what shall we do today?" he asked excitedly.
Feng checked the loom after returning to normal; thankfully, it hadn't been damaged by the rain.
"Judging by the time, we should go pick some small red berries."
"What are little red fruits? Are they fruits? Are they delicious?" Yu Yan asked excitedly in three questions in a row.
Feng Gui laughed and said, "Yes, it's a kind of fruit that grows on trees. It's about this big, sweet and sour, very juicy, and has round seeds inside."
Yu Yan looked at the circle he pointed to with his fingers, which was a size bigger than any cherry she had ever eaten in her past life.
The apricots and plums aren't red either, and they're not ripe yet.
What kind of fruit is that?
He doesn't care anymore, his mouth is so bland, he wants to eat any kind of fruit!
"Father, let's hurry up and make breakfast! Let's eat and then set off!" Yu Yan urged.
When the two flew to the edge of the forest, a number of people had already gathered in the open space.
It wasn't time to leave yet, so everyone gathered in small groups to chat.
Suddenly, someone excitedly shouted, "Yu Yan is here!"
Everyone turned to look.
The first thing that catches the eye is, of course, the pants Yu Yan is wearing!
Before he could even land properly, Yin Qing rushed to his side.
“My Beast God…” he pointed at the pants, asking in utter shock, “Is this made of cloth?”
“Yes!” Yu Yan raised her hand, showing it off confidently. “These are called pants. I asked my father-in-law to make them for me. Aren’t they nice?”
Yin Qing nodded emphatically, her eyes wide with amazement: "Beautiful! So beautiful! Come a few steps closer so I can see!"
Yu Yan straightened her back and took a few steps forward, only to be surrounded again.
Everyone chimed in, "It's so beautiful!"
"Not only does it look good, but it's also clean and neat!"
"I love these pants so much!"
"Compared to our pants, our straw skirts are so ugly! I really want to take them off right now."
Yu Yan's eyelids twitched, and she quickly stopped her.
Although everyone here is handsome and has a great physique, he really doesn't want to see people walking their birds!
"Haha, I'm just kidding! I'll take them off after my pants are finished."
"Sigh, I wasn't in a hurry at first, but now I feel like time is passing too slowly. Why isn't my three-leaf vine soaked yet? I can't wait to spin the thread, weave the cloth, and make pants!"
"Yu Yan, can I touch your pants?"
Yu Yan hesitated for a moment, but then softened and agreed.
"Touch it."
No sooner had he finished speaking than the people around him crowded forward, and several long, slender hands reached for his trousers!
Yu Yan panicked and quickly grabbed her waistband, afraid that they would pull her pants down in their excitement.
“…Sigh!” The person involved felt a little regretful at this moment.
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