Our Hometown

Chapter VII Dressing for Recognition?

There was a big ball of hemp hanging on the wall, and with a low moan, he ripped off a piece of hemp from the wall, split the hemp skillfully, and then divided it into ten thin strands and put them on a wooden board Go on, thump hard with a mallet.

Until the twine became soft, he found a stick, tied a stone to the bottom of the stick, and began to rub the twine.

Just for this job, he spent a full hour, holding a large ball of twine wrapped around the stick with emotion.

The clothes of the dead people from Dazai were also linen, which was worn like a file, which made Yunlan's delicate skin suffer a lot.

Even though this shirt has been worn by the dead person for a long time, it has been worn out all over the place.

Coupled with Yun Lang's relationship with cleanliness, he cooked this ripped shirt in a gray pottery jar for three days.

That bear skin is very beautiful. When it is gently blown, the thick fur layer will whirl, which is the best skin.

Yunlang has a small knife. According to Dazai, as long as they are Qin people, they should have a knife, which is used to eat meat when they are free, and to kill people when they are.

This sentence undoubtedly revealed the old Qin people's offensive mentality, they never had the concept of defense.

In the period of the Great Qin Empire just ended, they were always on the offensive side.

Knives are used to open up the territory, otherwise what to do.

In fact, the Yunlang small knife is not sharp at all. Where can the knife made of bronze be sharp?

Even if it is sharper, as long as the bear skin is cut for a while, the edge of the knife will become blunt, Yunlang has to cut a few times, and then rub the knife **** the stone a few times to keep the knife In a sharp state.

Yunlang never thought that sewing a piece of clothes would be so difficult.

In the past, this small manual work, as an orphan, he had done a lot, even in the most clumsy, the work efficiency is much higher than now.

As Yun Lang struggled against the fur coat, the tiger habitually sprang out of the big rock with a gust of wind, squatting on the high rock, his mouth wide open and he was constantly spraying heat.

The useless doe yo yelled and plunged into Yun Lang's arms. Yun Lang could not sew clothes with peace of mind.

The clothes were broken into pieces, Yun Lang was covered with light all over the body, and naturally he was unwilling to climb the rock with bare ass.

But after waiting for a while, the silly tiger still squatted on the stone and gasped, but Dazai came over from behind the stone, which made him a little worried.

Without Dazai, Yun Lang is not quite sure that he can survive alone in this deserted place.

You know, he is now pink and tender, and it must be very delicious. It is far from the coke appearance when he first came.

Tied the semi-finished bearskin trousers around his waist, Yun Lang struggled to climb the big stone, holding the tiger's head to look down the road.

The little mountain road was empty, the tiger had just passed by, and there was not even a naughty squirrel.

"Will he be alright?" Yun Lang asked the tiger subconsciously.

Naturally, the tiger is deaf, and still keeps his eyes on the doe who wants to jump on the rocks to find shelter in the clouds.

Big stone is a boundary ridge for Yunlang. Outside of the big stone is the wilderness, and inside of the big stone is the temporary home.

He did n’t have the urge to run out of the big rock. At least, he would n’t go until he was n’t sure that it was safe outside, even if it was for Dazai. No difficulty.

The only thing you can do is to crouch safely on the stone with the tiger and wait for Dazai to come back.

There was plenty of sunshine on the big stone. The tiger spread out and lay lazily on the sun. When I saw that the tiger was not nervous, the clouded tight heart slowly returned to his stomach.

When the sun was about to set, Yunlang's pair of pants was finally ready. It wasn't the kind of deep coat he wore. He climbed a broken stone and his dark buttocks were exposed.

It feels good to put on the pants, but Dazai still didn't come back.

Yellow rice is steamed, the cured meat eaten by the tiger is ready, the wild vegetables are splashed with wild boar oil, and the chopsticks are also cooked in boiling water.

Dazai still didn't come back.

Waiting for people is very annoying. Yun Lang didn't like to wait for people before. After a long time, the whole person will become irritable.

When it was dark, it was raining outside. Yun Lang looked at the already cold food and sat cross-legged in front of the door to watch the rain.

A cool breeze blew past, and Dazai finally returned.

His appearance is very embarrassed, the ragged deep coat is covered with muddy water, and the exquisite scabbard is muddy and can't see his true colors.

Yun Lang came forward to help him, Dazai pushed away Yun Lang, staggered down on the bamboo slip, breathing heavily like a wind box.

This is a symptom of power loss.

It used to be Dazai to take care of him. Now it is his turn to take care of Dazai.

Dazai's wet clothes were stripped off, and his chest was so dark that he looked like he was hit with a fist.

Yun Lang didn't ask who hit it, only that Dazai's ship didn't seem to be very stable.

The relieved Dazai silently took the yellow rice brought by Yunlang, poured some broth on it, and he did not eat any food. After eating the yellow rice in a big mouth, he fell asleep and slept on the bamboo slips. mine.

After Yun Lang had eaten his meal, he cleaned the tableware and chopsticks, then he sat on the edge of the fire pond again and sewed the coat with that big needle.

The clothes made in this way are naturally impossible to be too good. In fact, a layer of sackcloth is sewn into the bear skin, and then a few Chinese knots are pulled with a hemp rope as buttons.

If there is silk or colorful satin, Yun Lang can make a more beautiful button. This hand is the skill I learned when making cheongsam with others.

Before going to bed, Yun Lang not only finished his coat, but also sewn the clothes that Dazai had torn.

He stretched a lazy waist and scanned the stone house again, sighing.

Actually, there is nothing missing in this room, but it is just like a pig's den.

The essence of life is the word diligence. A person's living environment can largely express a person's spiritual style.

Yunlang believes that this guy can be sloppy, and his new life has just begun. It is impossible to develop a sloppy habit. Over time, the fake sloppy will become really lazy.

Yunlang had met several very powerful people because of work.

These people have a common feature is that they never show in front of others.

This thing is like a meal that has been eaten into the stomach. I know how full I am, and I do n’t need to spit it out to make people all over the world know.

Be careful in unfamiliar surroundings, this sentence is always right.

Yunlang is doing this now.

Dazai thinks he only knows the name, and likes to teach him to recognize words. He carefully followed Dazai to recognize words. One by one is not bad. Anyway, his knowledge of Lishu is only knowledge.

When Dazai woke up, the sun was west, and Yun Lang, who was wearing a strange clothes, brought him dinner. He watched Yun Lang pack up the scattered stone house while eating.

"Why don't you ask me why I came back yesterday?" Dazai put down the rice bowl in his hand, thoughtfully.

Yun Lang brought the sand table over, and wrote the three characters of Emperor Shi in three fonts in front of him.

Dazai quickly forgot what he just asked, carefully checked Yun Lang's homework, picked out two inappropriate places, and then continued to teach him to recognize words.

The routine is two meals a day. When it was dark, Dazai stopped teaching, stood up with a cough, and came out of the stone house, staring at the remnant of the sunset.

"How long have you been here?"

Dazai looked back and looked at Yun Lang with a smile: "A lifetime."

"Don't you want to go out and see?"

"I don't want to, outside is the world of the Han Kingdom, there is no place for me to stand as a cone of Qin people."

"Are you sorry?"

"The people of Qin are promised a lot of money, UU reading www.uukanshu.com is dead ..."

Yun Lang thought for a while: "It is actually good to stay here, as long as you are happy, there will be happy land everywhere."

"Unable to pass, no means is not a hero, do not change your original husband! Yunlang, you have to remember that once the power is changed, there is no persistence."

Yun Lang nodded, he didn't want to ask Dazai whether it was worth the whole life to keep a tomb for a dead person.

Even if he is the first emperor, he is not qualified to still control a group of people for his use after his death.

Of course, this is his idea, but Dazai will regard his persistence as an honor.

This is very consistent with the people's values ​​of this era, like not eating Uncle Zhou Su Boyi Qi, like being on a solitary island, and the five hundred soldiers who died in the end, and the cruel loyalty of Zhao ’s orphans is precisely What people like Dazai yearn for.

In these immobile days, Yun Lang thought a lot about the identity exposed from Dazai and the tall green mound opposite the stone house. It would be foolish for him to guess that the opposite is the tomb of Qin Shihuang.

After all, the south faces the mountains, and the east and west sides and the north form a water-encircling trend on three sides. "Surrounded by mountains and water" is the most important geographical feature of Qin Shihuang's mausoleum.

He is measuring Dazai, and believes that Dazai is also measuring him. Yunlang doesn't believe a person who has just met him for a while, and it must be that Dazai won't believe him too much.

Until now, Yun Lang has doubted that from the first day he appeared in this world, Dazai should have discovered his existence.

Otherwise, he can't explain how a person who can't move can survive alone in the wasteland for three days.

In this life, Yun Lang has never had any good luck, so he never believed in any coincidence.