The glove was very strange, because it was more like a small long square pocket made of leather than a glove, and even the thumb was not separated.

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

The furry, smooth and slippery rabbit skin wrapped around the entire hand, and a warmth was 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 have the fur facing inside and the leather outside.

He didn't care about beauty; his first requirement for making gloves was warmth, and everything else took a back seat.

As for the question of where the fur would be attached if the skin was gone, there was no need to consider it. The tribe he belonged to lacked everything except skin. This was far beyond the imagination of the ancients who were prepared to wear an old sheepskin coat for a lifetime and, if possible, pass it on to the next generation.

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

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

When Han Cheng was putting gloves on him, Wu's hands seemed a little stiff, and he was obviously unfamiliar with these strange things.

After putting the gloves on his hands, the witch's expression changed. He felt the warmth and gently shook them up and down and left and right. This strange thing wrapped his hands tightly, unlike the previous time when he wrapped the animal skin around his hands with a rope. It would fall apart if he was not careful, and it would also make his hands uncomfortable.

The witch's eyes lit up as he felt the warmth, because he remembered that every year many people in the tribe had hands that were red, swollen, festering and cracked due to the cold.

If everyone got two of these things, took their hands out when working, and put their hands in when not working, how much less suffering would the people in the tribe suffer?

Moreover, if you take good care of your hands, you can greatly improve your efficiency whether you are hunting or doing other things.

"This is, God?"

The witch, with bright eyes and quiet expression, pointed to the sky, then turned around and pointed at the totem pole in the inner cave. Then he put the glove in his hand in front of Han Cheng, looking at Han Cheng with expectation and excitement.

Seeing Wu's expression, Han Cheng could not refuse Wu's wishes, so he nodded and said, "Yes, God."

Wu's face showed even more piety: "This?"

He asked aloud, raising the glove in his hand.

Han Cheng looked for a while before he realized that Wu was asking about the name of the gloves.

This put Han in a difficult position, because in Wu's tribe, there was no word for gloves.

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

Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind. Since there was no word for gloves in the tribe, why not just create it himself?

Isn’t this how vocabulary increases day by day?

"Gloves."

Han Cheng spoke in standard Mandarin with a serious tone.

The witch looked puzzled. Apparently he did not understand what the word "gloves" meant, because he had never come across such strange words before.

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

He pointed at the gloves and said again: "This is a glove."

The first two words were spoken in the tribal language, while the latter were spoken in standard Mandarin.

"Gloves?"

Wu repeated Han Cheng's words, his voice sounding awkward and awkward.

Han Cheng's heart was moved by this familiar voice he heard from someone else for the first time since he came here.

Human beings are emotional animals. There are many things that we cannot just stop thinking about. We just suppress them in our hearts and don't think about them due to various reasons.

"Gloves."

Han Cheng suppressed his inner excitement and repeated it again, pointing at the gloves in Wu's hand. He pronounced it very seriously, more attentively than when he took the Mandarin certificate exam.

"Gloves."

The witch repeated it.

After repeating it three or four times, Wu was able to speak it more convincingly.

Wu wanted to return the gloves to Han Cheng, but Han Cheng refused. Wu was more afraid of the cold as he was older, and Han Cheng had also done him a great favor by saving his life, so something like this really needed to be given to Wu first.

Listening to Wu walking with the gloves in his hands and repeating the sound of "gloves" from time to time, a smile appeared on Han Cheng's face.

Because of the experience of making a successful one, I spent less time making the second one.

When Han Cheng took the second glove to find the witch, he found that the witch was placing the glove on the stone table in front of the totem pole, muttering to himself and sincerely thanking the god for the generous gift.

In the past, Han Cheng had no idea what the witch was saying when she was praying, but today was different, because among the witch's unclear words, there was a clear and loud "gloves."

This made Han Cheng feel quite happy, as if his prank had succeeded.

Han Cheng waited here for a while, and after the witch thanked the gods, he put both gloves on the witch.

When the witch put on this new and warm thing, a smile from the heart appeared on his face. He swung his gloves back and forth, looking at it with curiosity. At this moment, the witch did not seem like a wise man in the tribe, but like a child full of innocence and childishness.

When Han Cheng saw Wu's gloves unconsciously fall down when his hands hung naturally, he knew that the gloves were not very suitable.

When he told Wu that the gloves needed to be improved to make them more comfortable to wear, Wu, who understood Han Cheng's meaning, shook his head repeatedly and said that they were already very comfortable now.

However, when Han Cheng took the gloves and punched a few more holes in them, making the opening smaller, and put them back on Wu, he discovered that the gloves would not fall off even if he let his hands hang down without having to deliberately grab the rabbit fur from the inside. Wu smiled even more happily.

Han Cheng went out and made gloves for himself. Wu, after wearing them for a while, took off the gloves, placed them carefully on the stone, then picked up the slate pencil and began his creation.

He had to hurry, because he had a lot of things to record. He had just recorded the beginning of yesterday's ice-breaking and fishing, and now a glove that would be of great benefit to the tribe appeared.

These are all extremely useful things for the development of the tribe, how can we not record them?

However, when his fingers were frozen stiff after writing for a while, Wu no longer relied on his breath to warm them as before, but put on gloves carefully and sacredly.

The tribe had a great harvest today! With everyone working tirelessly, before nightfall, there were three or four hundred more fish in the cave!

Seeing so many fish piled there makes people feel at ease.

However, a new problem arose. Because of fishing in the ice and snow for a long time, many people's hands and feet were frostbitten!