wild trail

Chapter 222
The collection of tin ore went smoothly. Three days later, Lin Huo brought all the people back.

Looking at the more than thirty baskets of tin ore, Wang Lang was very satisfied. After letting the collection team go down to rest, Oh Ke sent workers in charge of smelting to smelt and purify these things.

It is not a simple matter to open a road in the forest. Without a large number of tools and manpower, this matter can be said to be whimsical, but now with these tin ores, all this has become possible.

A copper mine and a tin mine brought the tribe completely from the Brass Age to the Bronze Age.

The smelters rushed to work all night. Fortunately, tin ore smelting is very simple. In one day and one night, this large pile of tin ore was processed.

In the early morning of the next day, Wang Lang looked at the piles of silver-white metal, and praised these workers very much. He was very satisfied with the work efficiency.

After breakfast, Mu Feng found Wang Lang.

"Boss, the spinning wheel has been finished, is it ready to check now?" Mu Feng said.

Wang Lang looked at Mu Feng in surprise, and said, "Is it done so quickly? Didn't you say it would take at least four days?"

Mu Feng smiled and said: "It's thanks to the figure drawn by the leader, following this figure saves a lot of time."

Wang Lang nodded and said, "Let's go, lead the way!"

When they came to the carpentry camp, Mufeng asked people to carry out the completed spinning wheel.

Wang Lang looked at the one-meter-high spinning wheel in front of him, and his face showed joy.

The real thing in front of him was no different from the one in his memory. Looking around the spinning wheel, Wang Lang squatted down, held the handle and shook it gently.

The big wheel of the spinning wheel started to spin rapidly following Wang Lang's shaking.

"Very good, this thing can be used." Wang Lang said with satisfaction.

"Boss, how do you use this thing?" Mu Feng asked.

Wang Lang smiled and said, "Go find some fresh tree bark."

Mu Feng ran away quickly when he heard the words, and came back with a bunch of fresh bark in his arms after ten minutes.

"You tear the bark into strips, the thinner the better." Wang Lang said.

Mu Feng scratched his head, called other people, and began to simply process the bark according to Wang Lang's instructions.

In a short while, several people finished processing the pile of bark.

Wang Lang checked it. Although the bark was not torn very well, it was barely usable for demonstration.

Wang Lang took a strip of bark and wrapped it around the spindle.

After finishing these tasks, Wang Lang started to shake the spinning wheel, and as the spinning wheel turned, the spindle also started to turn rapidly, twisting the bark strip into a thin rope.

Spinning requires two hands at the same time, and Wang Lang was a little clumsy at first.

After being proficient for a while, Wang Lang's spinning speed increased a lot.

Mu Feng and the others were stunned when they saw the strips of bark that were originally entwined into a whole thread in Wang Lang's hand.

Although this thing was made by people like myself, they were really surprised to see that it was actually used like this.

After spinning these leather strips into a thread, Wang Lang listened, took the thread ball off the spindle, and said to Mu Feng and the others: "See, this thing is for this purpose, but the things that will be used in the future are not. The bark is stripped, but hemp."

"Is it the seeds brought back by the leader?" Mu Feng asked.

Wang Lang nodded and said, "That's right, clothes can only be made with thread."

"Clothes?" Mu Feng was a little puzzled.

Wang Lang didn't explain what clothes were, and now he really didn't bother to explain them. After the things were made, these people would naturally know what clothes were.

After telling Mu Feng to make four more spinning wheels, Wang Lang left here.

Standing on the archery tower, Wang Lang watched the training of the soldiers for a while, and then looked towards the grassland in the east.

It has been almost a month since the meteorite hit, and after such a long time, Wang Lang couldn't help but move his mind again.

Standing on the archery tower, Wang Lang kept tapping the bricks of the city wall with his fingers, thinking whether he should go and have a look now.

"It's been a month, even if there was radiation, it should be gone by now!" Wang Lang muttered to himself.

While Wang Lang was thinking, suddenly a soldier came to report.

"Boss, people from Linhe have been sent over. General Linhuo asked me to notify you." The soldier said respectfully.

Wang Lang nodded and said, "I see, you go down first!"

"Yes!"

After the soldiers bowed and retreated, Wang Lang frowned and said to himself, "What are the people from Linhe doing here at this time?"

Shaking his head, he walked down the high platform and walked towards Linhuo's bow and arrow camp.

Seeing Wang Lang's arrival, Lin Huo immediately went up to meet him and said, "Lang, another slave has escaped from Linhe, and he also brought important news."

"Oh, what about the people in Linhe, bring them here and ask me." Wang Lang said in surprise.

Jian Ya nodded, and called the two soldiers who delivered the message over.

"Why did they come to you, why didn't they bring them to me directly?" Wang Lang asked Lin Huo.

"They arrived in the morning. The soldiers didn't find you before, so they brought them to me." Lin Huo replied.

Wang Lang nodded his head, he knew clearly, he probably was fiddling with the spinning wheel at Mufeng at that time.

Looking at the two soldiers, Wang Lang asked, "What happened to Linhe?"

"Boss, three days ago, another escaped slave from the Raging Fire Tribe came over, and this time there were a lot of them. After counting them, Village Chief Wuyun confirmed that there were 47 escaped slaves in total." The soldier replied respectfully and hungry.

"47 people, why are there so many?" Wang Lang was taken aback and looked at the soldier in disbelief.

"It is indeed 47 people." The soldier said affirmatively.

Wang Lang frowned and said, "I heard that they brought news, please explain in detail."

"These fugitive slaves said that the people who helped them escape told them that when they got here, they would tell the leader that the Raging Fire Tribe and the Flower Tribe have formed an alliance. Soon, the two tribes will unite to attack here." The soldier said slowly. .

This news made Wang Lang stunned, frowned, touched his chin with both hands and thought for a while, and said, "Is there any other news?"

The soldier shook his head and said, "That's all the news from the fugitive slaves. General Jianya asked me to ask you what to do about this matter. Are you going to send troops to Linhe for reinforcements?"

"I know about this, you two go down first, Lin Huo, and send someone to treat them well." Wang Lang said.

After the soldier who sent the letter went down, Wang Lang called a soldier over and said to him, "Go and call all the officers above the team."

Hearing this, the soldier saluted Wang Lang and ran out in a hurry.

(End of this chapter)