Chapter 49: The weather has cooled down!

  No, the wood pulp was boiled into syrup and then dried to become powdered sugar. This sugar wasn't as white as refined sugar, nor was it as dark red as brown sugar, but rather a light yellow color, like pale amber, shining with a crystalline luster. Mo Yier picked up a small grain and licked it... so sweet!

  "Try it, everyone!" Mo Yier said, pointing at the white sugar as she looked at everyone's curious and expectant eyes.

  So, people from the village all crowded over, but hesitated to touch the clean and beautiful sugar.

  Chu Yan couldn't help but laugh, the villagers have gradually become aware of their own hygiene! "Everyone come and wash your hands, the wooden bucket is ready, everyone can use the water in the wooden bucket to wash their hands, no need to go to the edge of the pond anymore. From now on, let's take turns fetching water!"

  "Hoo-hoo-hoo!" The villagers all cheered and rushed to the water bucket to wash their hands, the clear pool water instantly turned into black ink. Everyone looked at each other and smiled, then another swarm of people went to try the taste of sugar.

  "Wow! Sweeter than honey! It's so delicious!" The women exclaimed in surprise.

  "It's so sweet, I've never had anything this sweet in my life. Just a little bit and you can already taste the flavor." Bango nodded and praised while also being slightly proud, after all, this was made by the woman he had his eyes on!

  Mo Yi'er also followed with a haha laugh, it seems that the efforts of these few days have not been in vain. This thing is very precious, so the people of the tribe only taste it lightly, and Sang Zhen finally asked: "The salt of the Haimu tribe is so precious, just a little bit can be exchanged for so much food! Our...thing should be able to exchange more food, right?"

  "Can, of course! Haha... " Kasa burst into laughter, he had lived for decades and had never seen anything so sweet. He was very confident in the sugar that had been dried out. "Mo Yier, why don't you give a name to this thing that has been dried out from the wooden pulp!"

  Others also agreed that Mo Yier's research results were generally named by her.

  "Alright then... let's call it Rock Sugar!" Mo Yier didn't even think about it, and just used this name to name the sugar that looked like yellow crystal, isn't the name great?

  "Good……" The crowd cheered and couldn't help but let out loud whoops. At this time, there was no singing or dancing, people used howling to express their joy, anger, sorrow, and pleasure in their hearts, their vocabulary was also very limited, sometimes the words could not express the emotions in their hearts, they would do so too.

  That night, Mo Yi'er made a decision to mobilize a few people to boil the wood pulp. In this way, the six pots could be used to their fullest extent day and night without stopping, and the wood pulp in the hollow tree could be boiled into wooden barrels and water tanks at the fastest speed.

  This decision was passed by all the tribesmen and everyone cooperated actively. The hunting men remained unchanged, Mo Yi'er, Xiao Lai Lai, and Kuang Yang were responsible for boiling wood pulp during the day, Qiao, Zhang Ji, and Ka Sa were in charge at night. As for the wooden bowls and chopsticks, they were handed over to other elderly people, and in just a few days, they also produced several finished products that could be used, much more practical than the concave stone before.

  The next day, Chu Huo also followed the hunting team to hunt, after all, meat food was the foundation of the tribe. Others who were not assigned to boil wood pulp still did their own things. As for the water tank and bucket, they would be made after the wood pulp was boiled, and Chu Huo and Fan Ge would return from hunting in the evening. Although this was a bit tiring, everyone had no complaints.

  Peaceful, busy and happy days passed like this, before long the weather started to get cold, the ground was covered with fallen leaves, Chu Yan and Fan Wu's hunting trips also returned later and later.

  On this day, Mo Yier's body was wrapped in a thin layer of animal hide, with even her sleeves tucked inside. The weather really wasn't suitable for exposing one's hands and feet. However, the other tribe members didn't seem to be affected much, including Sil Fan Ni who had just given birth not long ago and was still carefree. If Mo Yier hadn't reminded her, she might have even forgotten to wrap Little Hei in a swaddling blanket!

  Kasa and Chuxi stood at the entrance of the cave, looking at the distant patches of dark brown leaves discussing something. After a while, Kasa said: "Mo Yi still doesn't know about this matter, let's tell her, maybe she'll want to take a look."

  "This... I originally didn't plan to tell her, it's just that I'm afraid she'll want to go." Chu Yan's face was somewhat gloomy, he now hated the idea of Mo Yier being discovered by anyone, how could she still think about taking her out?

  "Leader, I was young once too, and I understand your thoughts! But Mo Yu'er is different from other women. The more you are like this, the farther she may drift away from you." The old man was one of the few people in this uncivilized era who could utter words with such a hint of philosophy.

  "Is it?" Chu Yan muttered, seemingly asking Kasa, yet also seeming to ask himself.

  "The leaves will be gone in just a few days, you consider whether to tell Mo Yi'er or not!" Ka Sa waved his ten fingers, meaning that the tree leaves would fall off in about ten days, and they would have an activity at that time. Whether to tell Mo Yi'er or not depended on Chu Huo as the leader. After finishing speaking, Fan Ge returned to the cave to continue polishing his wooden bowl. After such a long time, every person in the tribe had already made wooden bowls and chopsticks, as well as large wooden plates for holding food! Having done all this, Mo Yi'er again thought about the shape of the wooden bowl, making it more convenient for washing vegetables, faces, etc. Mo Yi'er thought that there would be more things in the future, such as teacups, teapots... and the tribe would become richer and richer. As for the pottery that represented the tribe's wealth, it wouldn't be a big deal at that time.

  Chu Yan stood in front of the cave, considering Kaso's words. For the first time in his life, he found it so hard to make a decision.

  At the same time, Mo Yuer was considering the issue of winter clothing. She was no different from other ethnic groups and was very afraid of the cold. She chose a few pieces of fox-like fur to make a coat, with silk fabric sewn inside as lining, which should be warmer. "Sang Zhen, when do you have time to help me make clothes?"

  "Alright, after dinner I'll wash the dishes and then help you." Xiang Zhen smiled in response, Mo Yi Er letting her help was an honor for her.

  Mo Ye'er sat by the bonfire, patiently waiting, with animal hides and silkworm cloth in her arms, as well as bone needles and silk threads. Since Mo Ye'er brought back the cocoons, the tribe had been using fine silk threads to replace the long grass used to sew animal skin skirts.

  At dinner, Mo Yu'er didn't even lift a hand to help, she really didn't want to leave the bonfire. If she didn't have enough warm clothes, she was afraid she would hibernate for the winter. Although it was very lazy of her, she felt guilty letting the tribe members do this and that for her, but she really didn't want to move.