Chapter 95 Paper
Riding Jiujiu over the sky of the tribe, Jian Mo found Qingkuang cutting meat in the open space of the tribe, and quickly turned to Wu Jiong and said, "Quick, let Jiujiu land, I want to find Qingkuang to ask about the situation." Before
Jian Mo finished speaking, Jiujiu made a very clever "Chiu--" sound and flapped its wings to dive down.
"Good Jiujiu!" Jian Mo patted Jiujiu on the back, "As expected of our Jiujiu, you are getting smarter and smarter."
Jiujiu proudly puffed out his chest: "Jiujiu!"
Jiujiu landed with a very loud noise, and almost fell on his butt. Fortunately, Wu Jiong jumped to the ground in time, picked up Jiujiu, and helped it keep its balance.
Everyone looked over.
Ye Luo asked, "Why did you come back so soon today?"
Jian Mo slid off Jiujiu and ran to the open space: "Everything went well, so we came back. Do we need to dry the meat after it's cut?"
Qing Kuang replied, "Yes, it was marinated all night yesterday. It's easier to dry if you cut it thinner."
The sun is strong now and the temperature is high. Meat is more difficult to preserve than in autumn and winter, so we must hurry to process it.
Jian Mo looked at the meat in the barrels on Qing Kuang's left, and he understood why he didn't go to collect it, but stayed in the tribe to process the meat.
Qing Kuang glanced at Jian Mo who was squatting beside him: "Something?"
Jian Mo smiled: "How do you know?"
Qing Kuang: "It's so cooked. As soon as you lift your butt, we will know what you ate last night."
Ye Luo and the others laughed.
Jian Mo sighed: "I can't keep up with your language style."
Then, Jian Mo sat aside, pulled out the dagger from his waist, wiped it, and helped cut the meat.
Wu Jiong took Jiujiu home to settle down. Everyone present was an orc, so there was nothing that could not be said.
Jian Mo said directly: "When we went to the Mengshui tribe this morning, we met a beastman who was pregnant."
Qingkuang asked with concern: "The beastman from the Mengshui tribe? Is everything going well?"
Jian Mo waved his hand: "From the Zhengchi tribe, it is going well, but I have never met a beastman with a cub before, so I want to ask about the situation."
Qingkuang nodded: "You can ask anything."
Jian Mo: "Do many beastmen have dystocia? Will it cause the death of the beastman and the fetus?"
Speaking of business, Qingkuang and the others looked serious: "This is not a big deal. There are many births, and the beastmen rarely die. However, once a dystocia occurs, it will be difficult for the cub to survive. And if a beastman loses a cub, it will be difficult for him to have another one. Maybe he will never have a cub again in his life. "
Jian Mo noticed the key point in their words: "In a dystocia, is it usually the cub that will not survive?"
Qing Kuang nodded: "If the baby cannot be born, the beastman can only use his claws to hook the cub out. The beastman's recovery ability is generally good, so it is not a big problem for the cub to survive."
In this case, the birth clamp is even more necessary.
Jian Mo has lived as a human for too long, and he has forgotten that the beastman can still eject his claws.
If he does not care about the life or death of the fetus, he can directly insert his claws into the fetus's body and drag it out, which can really save the mother.
It seems that the two worlds are quite different, and we can't simply apply the experience on Earth.
Jian Mo secretly warned himself and said, "We have a tool that can be used to assist people with difficult labor to give birth. I wonder if it is suitable here?"
The birth forceps are mainly made of metal bars into leaf-shaped clamps to clamp the fetus out.
He has never used human birth forceps, but he has used a lot of animal ones. He still has some experience in the use of birth forceps. If a difficult labor really occurs, maybe the birth forceps can help a lot.
As he said, Jian Mo explained the appearance and use of the birth forceps.
After listening to it, Qing Kuang said: "Your tool seems good, do you want the tribe to make one for you?"
Jian Mo nodded: "That's what I thought, let's prepare one to try. But everyone's focus has been on hunting and gathering recently, and they don't open the furnace very often, so I wanted to ask your opinions first. If you all think it's okay to make a pliers, I'll mention it to the tribe."
Qing Kuang said without hesitation: "For a tool like this that concerns the cub, it's okay to open the furnace specially. Didn't you say to make it with metal bars? That shouldn't be too troublesome to make."
Jian Mo: "We have to discuss it with the tribe first." Well. If the tribe is willing to do it, I will use a piece of wood to draw the shape of the birthing clamp. But I have to ask first, how big is the cub when it is just born, and what is its shape? It will be convenient for me to draw the design. "
Qing Kuang: "We remember this, each tribe is different. My Ban Ming and Ban Jiu were probably a little bigger than two fists when they were born. They were in animal shape and curled up when they were just born."
Qing Kuang clenched his two fists and motioned Jian Mo to look. One fist was the fetus's head, and the other was the body - the cub was almost like this when it was just born, with the head and body the same size.
He was tall and his fists were big. Two fists were the size of a lot, which was actually not small.
Jian Mo said quickly, "Wait a minute, I'll take a note on the board."
Qing Kuo: "The fetuses of our spirit cat tribe are relatively small. Their giant wolf tribe, giant bear tribe, and giant armored beast tribe are all relatively large, so it is more difficult to give birth. Wait for me to finish cutting the meat, and then I'll come over and draw it for you."
Ye Luo said, "It also depends on the fatness of the fetus. A fat cub like Zhou Dao was not easy for Chen Yi to give birth to. At that time, Chen Yi's partner Min Kuo almost asked the tribe's beastmen to drag the cub out directly. Fortunately, the elders in the tribe stopped him."
Jian Mo thought about the sturdy body of the little white wolf Zhou Dao, and felt that it would indeed be difficult to give birth.
Jian Mo had not come into contact with the body shape of the fetus, so it was difficult to imagine and judge.
As for dystocia caused by various malpositions of the fetus, Jian Mo was much more familiar with this. Birth pliers were often used at this time to correct the fetal position or directly clamp the fetus out.
He had experience in this.
After careful communication, Jian Mo drew the shape of the birth pliers on a wooden board and formally asked the tribe to help make it. He mainly told Dejiang and his friends and asked them to help.
Dejiang and his friends had made various metal tools in winter, so birth pliers were not difficult for them.
It happened that the tribe had some charcoal left over from the winter, and all the materials were complete, so they could make it directly by starting the furnace.
Wu Jiong also went over to help make it.
In order to cope with various situations, the tribe produced several types of pliers of different sizes and blade lengths for Jian Mo. They also helped him recycle tweezers, scalpels and the like, adjusted their shapes, and sharpened them. Jian Mo was very
happy after receiving a large box of metal tools. He personally delivered half a basket of metal to Dejiang and the others and thanked them sincerely.
He was happy, and several orcs in the tribe who helped make tools were also very happy.
In addition to the tribe's commission, these metals will be distributed to everyone who participated in making the tools. After a few days of hard work, everyone is happy to have so much metal.
Gathering metals and making one or two metal tools can make it a lot easier when going out hunting or gathering.
Jian Mo got the birthing clamp and specifically asked Qing Kuang and others to spread the word that he wanted to contact the pregnant beastmen. If there was anything uncomfortable or needed help, they could find him or call him over. He would not accept supplies.
Qing Kuang quickly arranged for people to pass the message to each tribe: "It would be a pity if we rush to other tribes and don't accept supplies."
Jian Mo: "It doesn't matter, let's accumulate experience first. Besides, now that we have Jiujiu, it's quite convenient to go to other tribes."
Qing Kuang smiled: "You don't care. Okay, let me talk about business first."
Jian Mo became serious and motioned him to speak.
Qing Kuo: "The tribe held a meeting these two days and decided not to interfere with your actions. If you don't want to collect, you don't have to go out to collect. If you want to collect, you can go out with us. It's up to you and the tribe doesn't have any requirements."
Jian Mo: "Does that mean I can move freely in the future and don't have to spend about half of the month collecting like everyone else?"
Qing Kuo: "Yes, just like in winter. You can just pretend that the tribe has no collective action, and you will still get a share of the supplies as long as it's not excessive."
Jian Mo was stunned: "How can that be? If I don't participate in the collective action, I certainly can't get the supplies for free."
Qing Kuo waved his hand: "You have made contributions to the tribe, how can it be considered free? You give them When his tribe members see patients, won't they hand in a portion of the supplies they receive to the tribe?"
Jian Mo thought about it, but still refused: "Forget it, we are not short of supplies, so I won't take this portion of supplies. I'm afraid it will be fine in the short term, but over time, some people will feel that it is unfair, and that will easily ruin the morale of the tribe."
What Jian Mo said made sense, and Qingkuang was quickly convinced: "I'll discuss it with everyone."
Jian Mo held Qingkuang and said with a little excitement: "Let's not talk about this
for now. I want to borrow the pit in the tribe for soaking animal skins. Is that okay?" The tribe dug a large pit in the back mountain specifically for tanning animal skins. Jian Mo went to see it at noon, and there are still several empty pits, so it should be possible to borrow them.
Qing Kuang nodded: "Of course, but what are you going to use it for?"
Jian Mo: "Do you remember the paper I told you about before? It's too inconvenient to use wooden boards. I want to peel some bark and make a batch of paper."
Qing Kuang remembered: "Well, okay, do you need us to help you peel the bark?"
Jian Mo: "No, we won't do too much, just a little bark, we can peel it in a few seconds."
Qing Kuang: "Then you can use it, and call us when you need help."
Jian Mo, who got permission, took Wu Jiong out that afternoon and peeled two large baskets of relatively fine bark.
The bark was soft and elastic, a bit like animal skin.
After peeling the bark, Jian Mo and Wu Jiong chopped it into small pieces with a knife while it was still fresh, and then carried it to the stone mortar to pound it.
After working for half an afternoon, they got four large baskets of cotton wool.
Wu Jiong: "And then just soak it?"
Jian Mo looked at the pounded bark and pinched a handful: "That should be fine. The main thing is to soak away the rotten substances and leave the fluff? I'm not sure, but I heard it's quite simple."
Jian Mo said optimistically: "If it doesn't work, we can do it next time. It's not troublesome to do anyway. We can always do it after a few more experiments."
Wu Jiong agreed: "That makes sense."
Jian Mo: "Let's go, let's carry it to the animal skin pit."
The animal skin pit in the tribe has a special water source, and rattan "doors" are placed on both sides. Water can flow through, but the things in the pit will not be washed away. It's very scientific.
Jian Mo estimated that the barks would be fine after soaking for eight to ten days. If that didn't work, they could soak them for half a month or a month, and the rotten parts inside would be soaked away.
Then they could use a scoop net to scoop out the paper.
They didn't have a ready-made scoop net, so they had to make
one separately. This was also simple. They used wooden strips as the frame and animal hair ropes as the longitude and latitude lines, and wove it more densely.
This was a rather tedious job, so Jian Mo used his spare time to weave it. It took several days for Jian Mo and Wu Jiong to weave a dense scoop net each.
The scoop net was not big, just a square about one meter long and wide, which should be enough for scooping up paper.
Maybe it was because they chose the bark well, or maybe it was because the big pit for soaking animal bark had running water, so soaking bark seemed particularly simple. Their
scoop net was ready, and the bark floss in the big pit was also soaked.
The soaked bark floss looked like when Jian Mo was still on Earth, throwing clothes into the washing machine to wash, but forgetting to take out the paper towels, and the paper scraps were scattered by the washing machine.
Jian Mo almost didn't need to use the second method to judge. With just one look, he was sure that the bark floss must be soaked.
This was experience learned from blood and tears, and there shouldn't be any problems.
For the Riverside Tribe, paper is a very advanced thing.
No one had ever heard of it, and they didn't know how to use it.
When Jian Mo used the scoop net to scoop up paper, everyone ran over to watch.
The big pit where the bark was soaked was more lively than the Chinese New Year. Jian Mo was worried that if he failed, everyone would be disappointed.
Jian Mo turned his head to look at the crowded heads behind him, took a deep breath, and calmed himself down, saying, "I'm ready to start copying."
Everyone nodded in unison.
Jian Mo signaled Ban Ming to use wooden sticks to stir the bark flocs in the pit.
After the off-white bark flocs floated up, he took the scoop net and scooped it into the water, then shook it back and forth a few times to make the flocs more even on the scoop net. The paper was considered copied.
Everyone found it hard to imagine that something like paper could be made so easily. There was no excitement at all:
"Is that all?"
"I think I can do it."
"I can do it too!"
Jian Mo: "It's not that difficult."
Jian Mo held up the wooden frame, and after it was drained of moisture, he tried to spread it on the prepared wooden board to dry.
After the papers were spread on the wooden board, they were neatly stuck together, and it looked like they were of good quality.
Jian Mo took a step back, looked at it a few times, and was quite satisfied with himself.
Wu Jiong also copied a frame of paper and spread it carefully on the wooden board, and he also succeeded.
Jian Mo and he looked at each other, and both of them smiled.
Jian Mo and Wu Jiong tried several times and were successful.
This is not difficult at all, and it is estimated that the technical content of the handicraft class in elementary school is equivalent.
Qingkuang watched for a long time and said eagerly: "Here, let me try it too!"
Jianmo handed him the frame: "Just smooth out the paper pulp inside."
Qingkuang nodded seriously: "I'll try it." Qingkuang
quickly and successfully copied a frame of paper and pasted it neatly on the wooden board prepared in advance.
With Qingkuang's successful experience, everyone expressed their desire to try, so you framed one frame after another, and soon all the paper was picked up.
When it was dark, everyone was still not satisfied.
Jian Mo lifted the rattan doors on both sides of the big pond, letting the water flow in and wash away the wood chips at the bottom of the pit: "Let's stop here today, we'll do it next time."
Ban Ming was still not satisfied: "When is the next time? I'll help you peel the bark."
Jian Mo raised his chin to indicate the paper on the wooden board: "At least wait until these papers are dried out and see how they are."
If the paper is not made well this time, they will have to adjust the formula.
Ban Ming: "Then call us when the time comes."
Jian Mo led a large group of people down the mountain and said they would see tomorrow morning.
Who knew that the next morning, before he got up, Ban Ming and a few others came to tell him: "Brother Jian Mo, your paper seems to be done. It's like a dried petal, big and smooth, and it can be peeled off with a light peel."
Jian Mo climbed up with a messy hair: "Have you seen it?"
Ban Ming: "Yes!"
Jian Mo: "Then we will also see it, you wait for me."
Jian Mo was just about to brush his teeth and wash his face, when Wu Jiong handed him a tub of warm water and a toothbrush.
It was so thoughtful, Jian Mo smiled at Wu Jiong, went under the eaves to dip his teeth in charcoal powder and brush his teeth.
After brushing his teeth, Jian Mo and Wu Jiong went downstairs to look at the paper in the crowd.
The papers laid down last night had dried up, because they laid them very flat on the wooden board, and the quality of the papers seemed good.
Jian Mo peeled off a piece of paper and examined it carefully. The paper was generally smooth and soft to the touch, not much different from the paper on Earth.
Although there were relatively large wood fibers deposited in the paper, forming small bumps, there were not many raised bumps, and it was generally commendable.
He gently bent it again, and the paper was relatively soft. It was not as smooth and stiff as the industrial paper on Earth, but it was definitely enough for writing.
Jian Mo looked at the paper, and his heart was filled with emotion.
They had made the paper that represented civilization so easily.
Wu Jiong took the paper and looked at it: "How is it? Is it qualified?"
Jian Mo nodded: "It's qualified, there is no need to adjust the formula for the time being."
Jian Mo touched Wu Jiong's shoulder with his shoulder: "That's great."
The two smiled at each other.
Others did not notice their subtle exchange, and their eyes were all attracted by the paper.
"It's so white and soft, is it really not cloth?"
"You can say it's cloth, it's very soft and breathable when you wrap it around your waist." "Yes
, it's very soft and breathable. If you're not careful, your lower body will be exposed."
"Hahahaha--"
Qingkuan asked Jian Mo: "How do we use this paper?"
Jian Mo: "You can bind it into a book and use it to write things down."
As he spoke, Jian Mo stacked the peeled papers together and gestured to them: "Just sew one end with thread."
Qingkuan touched it: "I can think of this, I can help you sew it."
The size of the handmade papers was not very uniform. Jian Mo said: "Maybe we need to cut all the edges and cut off the extra parts."
After hearing what Jian Mo said, everyone forgot to make breakfast and immediately hugged him back to make the book he mentioned.
Making a notebook is much simpler than making paper.
Jian Mo took them home and asked Wu Jiong to use a hatchet to smooth the four sides of the paper, then took out the needle and thread and demonstrated to everyone what binding is.
The thick paper was difficult to penetrate, and Jian Mo's needlework was average, so the binding lines were not very smooth.
Qing Kuang and the others understood it after a few glances, and took the notebook from him to help bind it.
Jian Mo didn't hesitate to be polite with everyone, and soon, with the efforts of Qing Kuang and Ye Luo, the first beige thread-bound book of the Riverside Tribe was born.
Everyone passed the notebook around and examined it carefully, and they all found it incredible.
"From bark to paper, and then to a seed, I don't know how the people in your tribe came up with the idea."
"It's so beautiful. I still think it will look good if used to make clothes."
"Brother Jian Mo, I want to exchange some paper with you. Will you make a second batch?"
Seeing that everyone liked it, Jian Mo suggested: "If everyone likes it, why don't the tribe make a batch together and everyone can share it when the time comes? Making paper is not complicated anyway. Everyone can cooperate and make it in their spare time."
This is a good idea, and everyone looked at Wu Jiong.
Wu Jiong nodded: "Everyone wants it, so let's make it."
Everyone cheered.
Qing Kuang said, "Paper is also a new technology brought by Jian Mo. I suggest that the method of making paper be kept secret. At the same time, the tribe should give some materials to Jian Mo as a reward."
This was unanimously agreed by everyone: "Okay!"
Qing Kuang smiled and asked Jian Mo: "What do you want?"
Jian Mo thought for a while: "When you make more paper, just send me more."
He was tired of using tree leaves as toilet paper. This paper is so soft, it should be more convenient to use.
Qing Kuang: "Okay, I will send you more paper when the time comes. In addition, can the tribe make a batch of clothes for you? I think you guys are very wasteful of clothes."
Everyone laughed again.
Jian Mo touched his nose and explained: "We don't waste a lot of clothes. We just change clothes frequently, and we're not very good at making clothes."
Qingkuang nodded: "You still need clothes. Wait for two days, and the tribe will make a batch of clothes for you."
Jian Mo: "I'll draw the clothes myself."
It happened to be paper, so it was convenient to draw the design.
Compared with various robes, he prefers the types of clothes on Earth. Short-sleeved shorts are easy to wear without revealing, and long pants and long sleeves are more comfortable in the forest to avoid getting scratched by branches.
There are also various gloves, socks and the like - it's time to replenish a batch this year.
The more Jian Mo thought about it, the more he felt that Qingkuan's suggestion was thoughtful.
Qingkuan is indeed a meticulous person. If everyone helps to make clothes, they can be freed from the heavy housework.
The recipe for paper is not bad for the tribe.
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