“…” Wang Jin’s heart was shocked. He looked up at the man silently, his eyes full of invisible accusations.
What a man can't stand most is his little brother looking at him like this. When he looks at him like this, the man wants to put the whole world in front of the little brother and listen to him in everything.
His knuckles felt numb and he breathed a sigh of relief, then stretched his hands out from behind and laid them in front of the boy's eyes.
Some of the nails were indeed worn out, and some even injured the flesh of the fingers.
Wang Jin clenched his knuckles and tightened the hands, feeling a sore and uncomfortable sensation in his heart.
"You don't have to..."
“It doesn’t hurt.”
The man interrupted Wang Jin and said, "You don't need nails for hunting."
"…" Men don't need to be strong. What if they encounter a strong beast? What if they need to use their claws
What should I do then
“You…you…” Wang Jin wanted to say that the man was too irrational… but the carefully carved hairpin was still on his head, so what right did he have to say anything
"I remember you had a dagger?" Wang Jin asked.
I've used that dagger to cut meat before, why would I use my bare hands when I have a dagger...
Yuan Heng shook his head, took out the dagger from his bosom and said, "This thing belonged to my great-grandfather. I don't know where he got it. It's been so long that it's not very sharp anymore. It's fine for cutting some meat, but it's not good for carving things."
Wang Jin took the dagger and took a look at it. It was indeed very blunt, with many gaps on the blade...
Wang Jin silently sheathed the knife and stuffed it back to Yuan Heng, gritted his teeth and pursed his lips and said, "Don't do these things next time!"
He has mentioned many next times, from the time when a man knelt down on the Beast Mountain until his knees were bloody just to find him some nice stones, to the time when he dug bamboo shoots, to this hairpin now...
He always hurts men, and Wang Jin is sad.
Yuan Heng couldn't bear to see this young man in pain, so he quickly pulled his hand back and comforted him, "There really won't be a next time, there won't be a next time, really."
Men, seriously, next time I will definitely...
It would be nice if I had a hoe, so I could dig bamboo shoots. It would be nice if I had a carving knife... I could carve as many hairpins as I want...
Wang Jin's eyes lit up. Yes, it can be made!
Wang Jin pulled Yuan Heng with his backhand.
In the next few days, Yuan Heng was looking for the "iron" that Wang Jin mentioned, which was similar to the material of his knife.
But after searching for several days, there was no result.
Those guys have been pestering Wang Jin these days, asking him to teach them how to cook, make medicine, etc...
Wang Jin has taught almost everything he knows. Those guys are very talented, and they can apply what Wang Jin has taught them to other situations.
For example, when it came to sewing clothes, he gave them some men's clothing patterns. At first, they all followed the patterns, but later, in pursuit of beauty, they accidentally made skirts similar to women's clothing... Cooking was even more varied. Even the bamboo baskets, bamboo chairs, bamboo mats, and reclining chairs that Wang Jin asked the men to make were no problem for them. As for the pharmacology, they didn't dare to change it casually...
This made Wang Jin suffer. Now when these guys saw him, they no longer gossiped with him about other people's families. Instead, as soon as they saw him, they wished they could turn into sponges and absorb and digest the few remaining tricks in his stomach.