In the following time, Fang Zheng basically went to the back mountain if he had time. Hongbo was responsible for cutting bamboo, then digging holes in the mountain, inserting the bamboo into it, and supporting the plank road.

While helping to build the plank road, Fang Zhengze carved out words on the cliff wall.

This is a big project that cannot be completed in a short period of time.

Fortunately, Fang Zheng lacks everything else, and the only thing that is not lacking is time.

On this day, Jiang came to Fang Zheng and bowed respectfully and said, "I Buddha, I have something to ask for."

Fang Zheng continued to carve the words without looking back and asked casually: "Say."

Jiang said: "There are now 2,172 people in our tribe, which is the largest tribe within a radius of 100 miles. However, our tribe has never had a suitable name. Please ask me Buddha to give us a name."

Fang Zheng was stunned. Only then did he remember that he had always called the savage and the tribe as a tribe, and never thought about the question that this tribe had no name yet.

"Didn't you have a name before?" Fang Zheng asked.

Jiang shook his head: "There was a Banglong Tribe before. It was from the beginning. When he heard the thunder and felt the thunder was loud, he used this name. But I don't think it's right. This name is too... too rustic."

Fang Zheng was speechless for a while. The name he gave was indeed too rustic.

However, Fang Zheng didn't plan to name them: "Jiang, that's your tribe, not my monk's tribe. The name is meaningful if you ask yourself to give it. Think about it carefully, with your wisdom, you should be able to give a good name."

"Okay..." Jiang nodded and said goodbye and left.

Not long after, a flag made of animal skin was raised. I don’t know what kind of wild beast’s skin was. The skin was very thin and light. When the wind blew, it danced with the wind and made a sound of hunting.

There is a big word "Yan" written in red pigment on it!

After seeing this, Fang Zheng almost fell from the hillside. He rubbed his eyes and looked carefully and found that it was really the word "Yan"!

At this time, Jiang also came over, and the other party was cheerful and righteous: "My Buddha, I have given you a good name, our tribe is called Yan! Because the first thing you gave us is fire, fire improves our lives. It gives us warmth, allows us to eat barbecue, and can resist wild animals and attack enemies. We all think fire is the most suitable for our tribe, so it is called Yan."

Fang Zheng grinned, "You won't call Emperor Yan, are you?"

Jiang was stunned, touched his chin and said, "Emperor Yan?"

Then he shook his head and said, "Our tribe is still small, which is much worse than the countries that Master Jingxin said that there are tens of millions and hundreds of millions of movements. Let's talk about it later."

Fang Zheng was speechless for a while, let’s talk about it later?

Isn’t that mean that he will still be called Yan Emperor in the future?

Fang Zheng was a little confused. Did he create Yan Emperor with his own hands?

But after thinking about it, it wasn't right. This is the world of chess games. This is not the earth, so the biggest possibility of all this is coincidence.

"Okay, just take it as a coincidence." Fang Zheng comforted himself, and then said to Jiang: "Where are you still wearing animal skins?"

Jiang nodded: "Yes, I haven't found anything like cloth yet."

Fang Zheng thought for a while, put down the hammer and chisel in his hand, and looked at Jiang calmly.

A dream of yellow!

The next moment, Fang Zheng stood on the grass with Jiang in the year. He raised his hand and a branch fell into his hand. Fang Zheng inserted it on the ground.

Jiang had long been accustomed to Fang Zheng's magical means, but was curious why Fang Zheng wanted to take a wooden stick: "Are you?"

Fang Zheng did not give any answer, but calmly grabbed wooden sticks from the void and inserted wooden sticks at the four corners of a rectangle.

Then tie two wooden sticks horizontally in the upper and lower parts of the left.

On the right, a wooden stick is tied in the middle.

Finally, he inserted a wooden stick every two centimeters at the left, and inserted it in a row like a vertical fence.

Fang Zheng took out another wooden stick and placed it flat behind the fence on the left.

After thinking about it, Fang Zheng raised his hand and had a handful of thick fibers in his hand. Fang Zheng had used this fiber to make turquoise before and had seen it, so he was not unfamiliar with it.

Fang Zheng took another stick, wrapped the fibers on it, then connected them one by one, constantly wrapping them around the side of the stick, and soon a large ball of string was wrapped.

Then Fang Zheng took out two threads and tied ropes on both sides of the horizontal stick fixed on the right, and tied the other side to both ends of the movable stick on the left.

Put the wooden stick on the ground, Fangzheng used hemp ropes to connect the fence on the left and the fixed cross-bone on the right.

This way it looks like parallel lines, and it looks a bit nice.

Next is the most important thing. Fang Zheng took the spool over, then crossed it through the parallel lines, and then pushed the line passing through to the fixed wood position on the right.

Then lift the movable wooden stick on the left and thread it again. After passing it, continue to reconnect the line to the wooden stick on the right, and closely connect it with the previous line.

With this cycle, Fang Zheng quickly weaved a piece of linen in this way.

But this piece of hemp is a bit hard and looks more like a big straw mat.

Fang Zheng handed the straw mat to Jiang and said, "There are many kinds of thread materials, and the one I use is not the best. You can find it and find the most suitable thread. I will give you some tips: wool can be used to weave city threads, making it gentle and warm. Of course, you can also check if there are suitable plant fibers.

In addition, I only made the most basic one of this loom, and you can improve it.

For example, the movable wooden stick on the left is tied with a thread and hanged through the horizontal wood above. In this way, if you want it to lift it, you just need to pull the thread a little. Put it down and loosen the thread, which can save a lot of trouble.

Similarly, you can also make the Zhengtai loom from wood and metal, without inserting it on the ground, which is much more flexible.

Remember, what I teach you is only the foundation and the direction. How to do it better depends on your own.

Do you understand?"

Fang Zheng asked.

Jiang bowed respectfully and said: "I understand, I will go back and mobilize everyone to study how to improve the loom and find the appropriate thread to make cloth and clothes. Thank you for your guidance..."

Fang Zheng smiled with satisfaction, then waved his hand, dispersed his magical powers, turned around and continued to chisel the cliff.

After Jiang returned, he first found Yu and covered up the loom that Fang Zheng said.

After watching it, Yu laughed and said, "This is simple! You can wait!"

After saying that, Yu ran out and ran back with a stick in a while. There was a spider hanging on the stick. The spider was obviously a little afraid of this big and thick fool, and he tried his best to spin silk, trying to fall to the ground and run away.

But I kept turning the stick and wrapping the spider silk around the stick so that the spider could not land.
Chapter completed!