When the spring rain continued to fall, the entire Qingque tribe seemed to be more leisurely. People who had been busy all the time could take advantage of the rain to take a break.

However, Bai Xuemei is not among these leisurely people, because her main work is basically done indoors.

In the room, which seemed a little dark due to the rain, there were some racks made of large and small tree sticks, and winnowing baskets were placed on the racks.

There are some tender mulberry leaves in the winnowing basket, with some small black spots on them.

If you stay here for a while, you will find that there are some small holes on these tender mulberry leaves.

These are the first batch of spring silkworms in the Green Bird decade, which were hatched by the warm spring sun two days ago.

Sister Bai Xue walked slowly in the room. After standing in front of one winnowing basket for a while, she moved to another winnowing basket and stayed there for a while.

During this process, sometimes they would use a loose rabbit hair brush to gently sweep the inside twice, and sometimes they would get some small mulberry leaves that had been dried by rain water from a pineapple nearby and carefully sprinkle them into the winnowing basket. They did it very seriously.

In the quiet room, the primitive little woman who always seemed to be brainless and never grow up in front of Han Cheng, now had a sense of calmness and seriousness.

This kind of calmness and seriousness is unique to people who have achieved something that others can hardly achieve in a certain field.

When Bo picked up the axe and saw and started doing carpentry work, when Heiwa mixed mud and started making pottery, when the second senior brother picked up the slingshot, when junior brother Sha took off the longbow from his back... similar temperaments appeared in them.

In the conference room of the blue brick and tile house, after telling the eldest brother and Shang about the armor, Han Cheng walked out of the room and went to the silkworm room to find Sister Bai Xue.

Standing not far from the door, Han Cheng looked quietly at Bai Xuemei in the room, with a smile from the heart on his face.

Han Cheng naturally knew that serious men were very attractive. He could easily tell by looking at the primitive women in the tribe who always looked at him with a hint of green in their eyes.

Now, he suddenly made another surprising discovery - serious women are also very attractive.

Han Cheng stood here and watched for a while before he walked towards the door of the silkworm room.

The light in the silkworm room dimmed. Sister Bai Xue, who was working seriously, felt the change in light. After a moment of daze, she looked up at the door.

After recognizing who appeared at the door, a bright smile suddenly appeared on his face, and the serious and calm temperament just now disappeared in an instant.

"Brother Cheng~"

She shouted happily and walked towards Han Cheng...

Because of Han Cheng's arrival, the quiet silkworm room suddenly became a lot more lively.

Han Cheng asked her some questions about spring silkworms, and Bai Xuemei started talking immediately.

After talking to Bai Xuemei with a smile for a long time, Han Cheng began to talk to him about armor.

At this time, due to the limited materials and technology in the tribe, there were not many choices of armor. After careful consideration, Han Cheng felt that roughly these types of armor were the only ones that could appear in the tribe.

One is leather armor made of leather, and the other is rattan armor.

As for high-end goods like bronze armor, the tribe had limited technology and the most they could do was to wait until the leather armor was made, then cast some bronze sheets with small holes, and then string them together with strong leather ropes and tie them firmly to the leather armor.

Finally, this kind of armor was formed, which Han Cheng didn't know what to call it.

The reason why he came to find Snow White at this time and told her about the armor was because Snow White had very skillful hands.

Not only in sericulture and weaving, her skills are ahead of others in the tribe. Even in making clothes, she is better than the women in the tribe.

In particular, the open-crotch pants that Sister Bai Xue sews for the minors in the tribe are a unique feature of the Qingque tribe. In this regard, absolutely no one in the tribe can surpass her.

Leather armor has a different function from clothes, but it is similar to clothes in many ways. So after adding an extra layer of protection for the people in the tribe, Han Cheng came to find Sister Bai Xue.

Sister Bai Xue squatted on the ground, listening attentively.

She always takes the tasks assigned by Brother Cheng seriously and wants to do her best to complete them.

After Han Cheng explained the story in detail to Bai Xuemei for a while, he felt that he had not expressed it clearly enough, so he returned to the conference room in the large blue brick and tile house and sat down at his desk. While recalling the images of leather armor in ancient costume TV dramas in his mind, he took a finely ground charcoal pencil and slowly drew on the stone paper.

Life is the best teacher. Whether you like it or not, it can always teach you a lot of things.

Take Han Cheng now, for example. He had never painted before except for some scribbles, but now he has been trained to the point where he can draw the general appearance of some objects in his mind with a relatively skillful brushstroke.

There was a drizzle outside the window, and Han Cheng was sitting at the desk, painting seriously.

This continued until a small lamp was lit beside the table and the night deepened.

Han Cheng stretched out his body and looked at the irregular armor pattern on the paper on the table, and smiled with satisfaction.

God didn't hate him enough, and he was far from being a human camera. With only a few unskilled skills, it was already very good for him to be able to draw armor patterns that were very complicated for him to such an extent.

After all, he doesn't have obsessive-compulsive disorder, and this kind of thing that can drive someone with obsessive-compulsive disorder to death is of no use to him at all.

When he got up in the morning, Han Cheng felt a little backache and his whole body was very tired. He stood there thinking for a while, and suddenly he vaguely remembered that last night he seemed to have dreamed that he was wearing armor, holding a long spear, riding on a horse, and marching across the battlefield to fight in all directions.

As expected, you will dream about what you think about during the day. I was worrying about armor and other things until last night, and I had a dream like this...

As Han Cheng was recalling some fragments of his dream, his expression suddenly became a little strange, and finally he couldn't help but grin.

Something as advanced as Ma Zhen, which has its own ups and downs, can appear in my dream. It seems that this dream is indeed a dream.

However, when his eyes met with Bai Xue's sister, and he saw the familiar appearance of the grown-up child bride, Han Cheng couldn't help but touch his chin.

This guy now has his own navigation system...

After expressing his admiration for the new skill he had acquired, Han Dashenzi washed up, had breakfast, and started to take out the blueprint that he had drawn with great difficulty yesterday. He called Bai Xuemei and Bo over to explain it to him.

Han Cheng was going to make some of both rattan armor and leather armor. However, without making them both for testing and comparison, Han Cheng could not know their specific advantages and disadvantages based on mere guesswork, nor did he know which of the two armors was more suitable for the tribe.

Rattan armor and leather armor are made of different materials and have some specific differences, but in the final analysis they are both armor and have many similarities, so Han Cheng called Bo and Bai Xuemei over to explain.

After all, this can save some time and effort.

Lame, who was not well-received in the tribe because of his limited mobility, has become a completely different person after nearly ten years of training.

This refers not only to his status, but also to his attainments in carpentry and weaving.

As the person in the tribe who closely follows the footsteps of the Son of God and creates the most new things, Bo has long been accustomed to Han Cheng's way of narrating, and his ability to understand and accept the new things created by Han Cheng has been honed.

So after Han Cheng pointed at the drawn pattern and talked for a while, Bo basically understood it.

Sister Bai Xue's understanding of Yu Kaijia is no slower than Bo's.

This was probably because things like clothes were her strong point, and Sister Bai Xue was the person closest to her in the tribe.

After a long period of contact, everyone was unconsciously influenced by his own cleverness, and gradually became smarter.

It is true that birds of a feather flock together!

A certain shameless son of God, looking at Snow White who had found leather and a copper knife and was about to start making armor, had his hands behind his back, his face full of intoxication...

Sister Bai Xue started making armor, so the newly born silkworms were naturally difficult to take care of.

But there is no need to worry about this. Over the past few years, especially after Sister Bai Xue started to spin silk from silk cocoons and use the silk to weave cool and smooth cloth, the tribe's emphasis on silkworms has unconsciously increased a lot.

In addition to Han Cheng's advocacy, now Bai Xuemei is not the only one in the tribe who raises silkworms. It's just that Bai Xuemei is very interested in raising silkworms, and she is better taken care of by everyone.

Han Cheng watched Bai Xue making leather armor for a while, then got up and went to Bo's carpenter's room.

Lame sat on a small wooden stool covered with leather, weaving armor with soft rattan.

Now that spring has arrived, the branches that were very brittle in winter and easily broke have become very resilient and are perfect for weaving things.

Lame's fingers, which looked extremely rough, were now extremely flexible. The vines kept swinging back and forth in his hands, and then somehow they were put together to form a shape.

As a guide, Han Cheng had nothing more to give Bo about his weaving skills.

Because Bo had already learned all the basics of Han Dashenzi, who had only a basic knowledge of the subject, and on this basis, he had extended his knowledge a lot further.

However, Han Dashenzi was not at all depressed about this. Instead, he was very happy.

Because he taught me this well...

It is not an easy task to weave rattan armor from rattan sticks. Even though Bo's weaving skills are very high, he still stops to think for a while when weaving. Sometimes he even dismantles the woven ones or throws them away and starts over with a new one...

The days passed quietly as we were groping and breaking apart.

The spring rain, which was as precious as oil, stopped. After the ground had dried up a little and was no longer wet, the Qingque tribe began spring planting.

Some people were still plowing the unfinished land, while others who had sown seeds better separated from the plowing land and began to hold the harrow cart and sow seeds in the plowed and harrowed land.

The donkey being led by someone would bray from time to time, leaving some hoof prints on the ground.

The plow behind it continued to move forward as it pulled it.

As they moved forward, a thin line of shelled millet fell from the warehouse, flowed into the three plow legs, and then was buried in the soil, making a pleasant sound.

When the person holding the plow saw that the seed hole was blocked and the seeds were planted slowly, he would shake the plow vigorously from side to side...

Yuan felt that his eyes were no longer enough.

This unprecedented farming method gave her enough shock.

She was eager to understand how these three-legged things called plows were made.

Want to learn how to farm with these three-legged things.

But at the same time, she also wanted to know very much about the armor that the tribe was working on and that the Son of God was trying to make.

After all, this was the first time that the wise Son of God had solemnly asked the people in the tribe to make something new since she came to the tribe.

It would be best if she could witness the whole process, so that she could understand the truth more easily and feel the wisdom from the Son of God more deeply and accurately.

Fortunately, considering the need to establish more positive values ​​for the people in the tribe and not lead them astray, Han Cheng did not tell the people in the tribe the world-renowned story of "Journey to the West".

Otherwise, Yuan might have plucked out all the hair on his body and created a clone...

In fact, it was not just her. Most of the other people in the tribe were very curious about the thing called armor that the Son of God mentioned.

Following the Son of God to see something strange has long become a consensus among the Qingque tribe.

Especially Shang, his attention to this matter far exceeds that of others.

Because the Son of God's smile before always made him feel a little cold unconsciously.

As a militant, he was made somewhat uneasy by the smile of the Son of God. If those who were stabbed to death by Shang knew about this, they would definitely feel that their death was particularly unjust...

In the carpenter's room, Han Cheng was holding the freshly made rattan armor in his hands and examining it carefully.

After seven or eight days of continuous efforts, the first relatively decent rattan armor in the tribe finally appeared.

For some reason, looking at the rattan armor in his hand, Han Cheng suddenly remembered the story of Zhuge Liang burning the rattan armor army before he had time to be happy...

(Finally I have finished coding. I feel exhausted... I will resume normal updates tomorrow.)