I am a Primitive Man

The place where the bronze cone pierces is closer to the bottom of the furnace.

The second senior brother used a lot of force, and directly stabbed a hole in the furnace wall.

After stabbing a hole here, he used a little force in his hand, and quickly pulled out the awl that had pierced in.

The whole process is clean and tidy, with some aesthetic feeling.

Laymen may not know what kind of skills and aesthetics this looks ordinary.

But those who have personally engaged in such a thing can understand what the second senior brother said like this.

It takes a lot of practice to do this.

This is a real skill, and you can't do half a fake.

Shhhhhhh...

As the second senior brother removed the bronze awl in his hand, a stream of red liquid with extremely high temperature flowed out along the hole pierced by the bronze awl.

Seeing the flowing red liquid, Han Cheng's face turned red uncontrollably.

It was as if the extremely high temperature and red color carried by the red liquid were transmitted to his face.

This matter can't stand him not being excited.

Because this means that from now on, their own tribe can also smelt iron, officially taking the step of the Iron Age!

Well, to paraphrase the famous saying of the first man to fly on the moon - that's one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind!

Under Han Cheng's excited gaze, the red liquid that had flowed down just now stopped flowing and dripped instead.

After a while, not even the drips stopped dripping.

At this time, only a small amount of the solution had solidified in the hole on the ground that was shoveled out by the second senior brother.

Han Cheng couldn't help but sniffed.

It really is a small step.

This small step is really too small, it has just been taken, and it is over.

If a normal person's step is fifty centimeters away, this step is not even ten centimeters away!

This is so fucking short!

Han Cheng, who was excited just now, looked at the scene in front of him and couldn't help complaining in his heart.

Of course, the current situation is not particularly surprising, because the tribe does not get much iron ore, and it is not bad to be able to get so much melted juice.

Han Cheng said this to himself in his heart, it was his forgiveness for himself.

However, when the second senior brother dug out a hole at the bottom side of the furnace where molten iron no longer flowed out, Han Cheng's relief just now became invalid.

Of course, it wasn't because the stove fell down uncontrollably after being manipulated by the second senior brother, and then hit Han Cheng.

It was because the second senior brother pulled out the hole on one side of the stove, and got some things out of it by the way.

These things are some iron ore that has been placed on it and has not melted much.

The appearance of these things proves that the reason why there was less molten iron before was not only because there was less iron ore, but also because the iron ore was not completely melted.

I put less charcoal, and put more charcoal in next time.

The second senior brother summed up the situation and came up with ways to improve it next time.

Compared with copper and tin, two metals with relatively low melting points, the melting point of iron is much higher.

Therefore, even the melting point of iron ore is higher than that of copper and tin ores.

Regarding these things, the second senior brother knew something about Han Cheng's previous narration and the process of dealing with iron bacteria.

So when he opened the furnace to try to smelt iron ore this time, he deliberately added more carbon into the furnace.

But now it seems that the addition of charcoal is still a little less.

Han Cheng has nothing to say about such things.

After all, for a new thing, there is always a process from unfamiliarity to familiarity.

In this process, some misunderstandings and some bad things are inevitable.

If a mistake occurs, then correct the mistake, and it will be fine slowly...

After squatting here and waiting for a while, the molten iron that solidified together became cold.

Han Cheng reached out and took it into his hand.

In fact, it is not accurate to call it molten iron.

Because there are many impurities in the things that are solidified after the iron ore is melted.

Compared with those iron blocks or iron products that Han Cheng saw in later generations, there is a world of difference in nature.

The lump that Han Cheng held in his hand was in an extremely bad shape.

If it was beautiful, Han Cheng wouldn't describe it as a lump.

The pimples on the top are loose, not regular at all.

It feels lighter in hand.

It is much lighter than an iron block of the same volume.

When Han Cheng took this extremely unattractive mixture of iron and impurities and looked it over carefully, the second senior brother had already started mixing mud, and re-sealed the hole that was previously opened on the furnace wall.

After doing these things, I took some firewood from the side by the way, put it in the stove, and ignited it.

This is to dry the newly filled piece of wet soil as quickly as possible, and then continue to burn the iron ore that has not melted.

While the second senior brother was doing this, there were quite a few people around, all staring at the mixture of iron and impurities in Han Cheng's hand.

Many people couldn't help scratching their heads with their hands.

Because what they saw in front of them was very different from the few tools made of meteoric iron they had seen before.

People who have seen meteorite iron tools really can't figure out what method can be used to turn the iron in its current state into a regular and usable tool.

Son of God, why didn't you use a mold to catch it? Don't you have to melt it again after a while?

After standing beside Han Cheng for a long time, someone finally couldn't help asking out the doubts in his heart.

Many of the rest of the people followed suit and nodded.

This is indeed what confuses them the most.

Because of the increasing popularity of tribal bronze tools, many people in the tribe have seen how to smelt bronze and how to cast bronze utensils.

They think that the making of ironware is the same as bronze. When the iron juice has just flowed out, a mold is placed underneath, let it flow into the mold, and then the tools they want to have are cast.

It is not surprising that they, who lack knowledge and have a certain understanding of bronze casting, would have such an idea.

Because many times, people's imagination is based on some things they know and come into contact with.

In the case of pure molten iron, using this method, of course there is no problem in casting many utensils.

Things like plowshares.

But what is being made now is obviously not pure molten iron.

And the number is really too small.

Basically, it's not enough to cast things.

Wait a minute, now there are too many impurities and the quantity is too small...

Han Cheng said to these people and explained.

While saying this, he began to direct some people in the tribe to raise another stove nearby.

This stove is different from the stove that is being covered with wet mud by the second senior brother, it is much lower.

This furnace is not for smelting steel, but for forging iron.

That is the so-called blacksmithing stove.

After the second senior brother over there pasted up the iron-smelting stove, the flames here also started to burn.

Under the impetus of the bellows, the charcoal is burning.

Bright red.

Seeing this, Han Cheng placed the lump in his hand on the stove and let the charcoal fire burn it.

After doing this for a while, the lump was completely burnt red.

Seeing this, Han Cheng used a bronze pliers prepared in advance to clamp it out of the furnace and placed it on a prepared bronze ingot.

In the other hand, holding a small hammer, he beat the lump.

It doesn't take much effort, because the gap between the lumps is too big at this time.

If you use too much force, it will not be easy to beat them together.

As Han Cheng hit it with a hammer, the thing began to deform.

The gaps between them began to shrink, their shapes began to change, and they began to gradually become regular.

Moreover, as he knocked, some things would fall off from the main body of this lump and fly to the side.

Someone at the side saw it, and after waiting for a while, after the color of these flying things changed from red to black, they bent down and reached out to pick them up.

It's a pity that my own tribe only got such a little thing now, and it collapsed.

It is better to pick it up and let Shenzi continue to beat it.

He picked it up very carefully, not letting go of the smallest crumb.

Such a move was soon seen by Han Cheng.

Faced with such a careful move by the tribal people, while he was a little dumbfounded, he also felt a little moved in his heart.

Don't pick them up, these are impurities, not iron.

Only by beating and separating as many impurities contained in it as possible can we obtain useful iron.

Han Cheng stopped the man with a smile and gave the reason.

Hearing what Han Cheng said, the man threw away some of the dregs he picked up in his hands, and looked a little embarrassed.

After Han Cheng knocked on it for a while, the color of the lump was not so red anymore.

Seeing this, Han Cheng stopped beating, picked it up with pliers, and put it back on the iron stove for burning.

The bellows next to the stove are not moving when the iron is not being burned.

Only when an iron block is placed on it for burning will people push the bellows.

In this way, not only can the consumption of charcoal be reduced, but also the person who pushes and pulls the bellows can take a break without being too tired.

With the push and pull of the bellows, the blacksmithing stove, which had looked dim not long ago, soon became bright red again.

It didn't take long before this lump of stuff became red again.

Seeing this, Han Cheng took it out again with pliers and placed it on the copper ingot for beating...

Blacksmithing is something that requires a lot of repetition.

Repeat actions and things you have done before.

In fact, many things in this world need to be repeated constantly.

Even people's life, if you think about it, you will feel that it is repeated day after day.

It is in this uninterrupted repetition that many things are done.

More and more impurities flew out of the lump that was beaten by Han Cheng.

As these impurities collapsed and fell off, the thing that Han Cheng beat became more and more stylish, and it was much harder than before.

However, the volume of this lump has also shrunk severely.

Up to now, it has become a cube with a side length of only two centimeters.

With such a little iron, what would be better to use it for?

After thinking for a while, Han Cheng decided to use it to make a dagger and use it himself.

Things like daggers seem useless in later generations, but in this era, they are very useful.

Whether it is used for self-defense, or to cut something, or to dismember some prey to eat meat, it is inseparable.

Of course, if you want to make a dagger, the current state of the iron block is not good enough, and you need to beat it repeatedly before you can make a dagger with better performance.

Otherwise, it is just a dagger made of pig iron, and its performance is not as good as that made of bronze.

If it weren't for this, things like iron wouldn't be called evil gold in the pre-Qin period.

People would rather use bronze than evil gold.

But if you want to do the following things, you can't do it with this small hammer, it's too laborious, and the efficiency is too low.

So Han Chengcheng put on a sledgehammer to beat him...

Blacksmithing is not an easy job.

Otherwise, there would be no such a sentence that you need to be hard on yourself when you strike the iron.

After beating the iron for most of the day, Han Cheng slept very soundly when he went to bed at night.

Not long after lying on the bed, he fell asleep soundly.

When I woke up the next morning, I felt pain all over my body.

Dangdangdang~

The sound of knocking on the iron block sounded again from the stove.

This time, Han Cheng picked up the hammer again.

This is partly because he is tired and his arm still hurts.

On the other hand, it is because now, he should also show the correct posture of the things he saw in the later generations, such as iron making, so as to avoid the tribal people from taking more detours.

when~

Han Cheng hit the piece of iron with a small hammer, and then quickly withdrew the hammer.

when~

After he withdrew the small hammer, a sledgehammer slammed down heavily.

The place where it was beaten was the place where Han Cheng had just hit with the small hammer in his hand.

The person who was beating with a sledgehammer was Second Senior Brother...