Let Go Of That Primordial Man Chapter 623: Progress

"Grandpa, the preserved egg porridge really has fat and preserved eggs in it!" The half-sized little boy He Mo exclaimed, his tone full of surprise.

The man he called A-Father, an old face that had long seen no color, turned red immediately.

He glanced around, and found that the members of the Blackstone tribe were all busy with their own affairs. When he did not look at himself, the embarrassment on his face was slightly alleviated.

Afterwards, he slammed the back of his half-big cub, He Long, with a heavy slap.

It was cursed in your mouth: "Shut up, such delicious porridge can't stop your mouth; and don't yell, remember you are a man from the brocade tribe, remember brocade The great glory of the tribe."

After speaking, the man continued to bury his head in a large golden bowl, and ate and drank.

This place called the Heishi Tribe is so rich, they put so much millet in their porridge, and weird black eggs and small pieces of fat.

Even, when this porridge drank into the mouth, it still had a salty and sweet taste. It must have been put in a lot of refined salt and honey to have such a wonderful taste.

The man eats so attentively that he doesn’t even hear the murmurs of his half-sized babies; otherwise, it’s absolutely impossible to say that he stepped forward.

Because the little cub murmured: "The brocade tribe, and the people of the brocade tribe are almost dead, what glory can there be..."

Yes, this man named Hao Lin and his little boy are from the outer area of ​​the plain, a small tribe brocade tribe that was once quite rich.

As the name suggests, this small tribe of more than three hundred people will not only have textile linen, but also high-end craftsmanship in this era; in the peripheral areas, it is quite rare and valuable.

Even, they secretly keep a magic spider that can spit out colorful spider silk to weave a beautiful brocade.

Even if the size of the brocade weaved each year is half the size of the palm, the entire brocade tribe is still proud of it; and for this reason, its tribe's name is called brocade tribe.

Unfortunately, the natural disasters for two consecutive years have caused most tribes to starve to death.

Even if their witches are wrapped in an old animal skin, they will use precious food in exchange for burlap for wearing.

Even if the brocade tribe brought out the invaluable and easily unwilling brogues, they could not change much ration.

So, the brocade tribe can only migrate to the legendary foolish Thunder Mountain, just like the surrounding tribes, and turn to the black stone tribe, barbarians who are still said to be wrapped in animal skins.

This long journey is simply a road full of death.

Because they left too late, it was difficult for them to find things such as grass roots and bark; the first to die were women and cubs, and then the grown-up adults also starved to death one by one.

Fortunately, the half-sized little larvae He Long, fortunately picked up a dead squirrel halfway down, which supported his two fathers and sons, and walked all the way to this place called the iron lock.

As for the women of the Herring family, they were screaming at the diseases caused by hunger as early as a year ago.

When the iron lock is closed, all the brocade tribes can breathe, that is, there are only thirty-one people...

After arriving at the Tie Suoguan, the suffering life of Herin’s father and son's family seemed to be completely over, and everything they encountered began to become wonderful.

Because the road they walk on is no longer a rugged mountain road; it is replaced by a wide, smooth avenue.

More importantly, this one is said to lead to the headquarters of the Blackstone Tribe, on the two sides of the avenue where the Blackstone City is located. Every 100 miles apart, there will be a free food supply point.

Of all the food offerings, the delicious porridge with preserved eggs and fat meat will always be provided.

Some people have asked the members of the Black Stone Tribe, and their answers are full of colors that people can’t believe:

"That’s the kind old man Niu. I’m worried that you will be strangled to death, so I will give you something to eat first. Blackstone City is much more delicious."

An answer like this undoubtedly filled the heart of the half-sized young man, He Long, and was full of longing for reaching the Black Rock City and the new life that will follow.

It's just that after Hering finally got full, he gradually became confused: "After joining the Blackstone Tribe, what will we be arranged to do, do they need people to weave?"

"Absolutely needed! Even the magical spider in the tribe has already died halfway along the way. With the skill of textile and linen, the Blackstone tribe will definitely value themselves." In the end, Hao Lin told so Yourself.

Even if he was on the members of the Blackstone tribe, seeing the clothes of their clothes seemed far more comfortable and warm than sackcloth, nor could he extinguish Hao Lin’s confidence.

In his view, it is impossible for the Blackstone tribe to master textiles. This high-end craft is nothing more than to rely on the rich. After spending a lot of materials, I don’t know where to trade from...

Arrive at the legendary shelter and continue to eat lean porridge with preserved eggs.

After a few days of training~IndoMTL.com~Herlin was relieved to see a little ruddy on his little cub's face, and also had the strength to run and slap all day and night.

It's just Hao Lin's thoughts, and he was upset again.

The textile craftsmanship he had reported to him when he entered the camp, but now the Blackstone tribe still has no response.

It's as if they really don't need to weave their own.

This kind of worry, until 31 people from their tribe were assigned to a place called a textile factory; there are many factories such as woodware, pottery and so on.

The workers in these factories, without exception, are new members who have the same skills as Hering.

The new work is indeed what Hao Lin expects to continue to weave; unfortunately, when he discovered the type of cloth to be weaved, it was something called earthen cloth.

Spinning, drawing, pulping, chaotic, falling, warp, brushing, healds, barrows, healds, cranes, and many other processes are unprecedentedly complex.

The wooden spinning wheel that fell into Herin’s eyes was simply awe-inspiring; hemp textiles that Herin was proud of before, compared to it, the poor is simply not worth mentioning...

After half a month, many new products appeared in the supermarket of the Blackstone tribe, including gorgeous flower cloth, porcelain pots and bowls, and new-style wooden furniture.

The most popular among them is the earthen cloth woven by Hering and others, and the finished fabric after rough printing and dyeing.

In a short time, on the small square of the Blackstone tribe, wearing such a floral dress appeared, it was the focus of everyone in the audience.

Undoubtedly, Master Niu’s industrialization has once again made tremendous progress...

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