I am a Primitive Man

Wu, don't move, cut off your hands.

When Han Cheng saw that Wu wanted to imitate him and put his finger on the edge of the blade, he hurriedly stopped him.

In the later generations, he mowed a lot of grass. At the beginning, he asked adults to sharpen the sickle, and later he began to sharpen it himself. He was able to grasp the speed of testing the sharpness by hand.

But Wu can't do it. The sharpest thing he has ever touched is a bone knife. It is difficult to grasp the severity by hand testing.

Now this newly forged iron knife has been sharpened by him. Although it is not as sharp and wear-resistant as a steel knife, it will still cut your hand if you are not careful.

Hearing what Han Cheng said, Wu took his hand back.

I couldn't stop looking at this iron knife that looked very different from the bone knife.

On the one hand, he believed in Han Cheng's words, but on the other hand, he felt that the iron knife should not be as sharp.

The bone knives in the tribe are fine if he holds the blade with his hands. Although this iron knife looks sharper than the bone knives, it should be fine if he holds it with his hands.

And just now Shenzi also touched it with his hand, and his hand was not cut...

Seeing Wu's expression, Han Cheng could basically understand what he was thinking.

He stood up holding the iron knife weighing less than half a catty, and took the leather on the side, ready to use it to test the knife, let Wu and others see the sharpness of the iron knife, and at the same time test the sharpness of the iron knife these days. fruits of labor.

When I was about to do it, I suddenly remembered the birth of the legendary swords and swords, and my heart couldn't help but move.

Ganjiang Moxie and others sacrificed swords when these swords were forged, and some swords would not return without blood.

Now the first iron knife in the tribe appeared in his hands, the first time to try the knife, it can't be so easy, it should also see some blood.

Although this iron knife looks a bit ugly.

Under the gaze of the crowd, Han Cheng put down the leather bag in his hand, held the iron knife in one hand, and slowly looked at the crowd.

The people who didn't know why were also looking at their son of God and the knife in his hand.

Han Cheng looked at it for a while, and his eyes fell on the stone not far away, which was a little taller than him.

Then mention walking towards the stone.

Stone, who didn't know what was going on, saw Shenzi walking towards him with a newly forged thing called an iron knife, with an excited expression on his face, and took a step forward.

With a weird smile on the corner of Han Cheng's mouth, he raised the iron knife in his hand and came to the stone.

Then……

Then walk past him and go straight to the chicken coop behind the stone.

The rest followed him.

The arrogant old rooster in the chicken coop, seeing so many people watching it, not only did not have the slightest fear, but also climbed on the back of a little hen like crazy, and performed a blockbuster performance in public .

After finishing the work, he flapped his wings and tilted his head to look at Han Cheng provocatively.

Then the guy got caught.

Grab the root of the wing with one hand, and nestle the neck, and step on the two paws of the chicken with one foot, so that it cannot move.

Reaching out to pull the hair off the neck, this knife that can be used to kill cattle is placed on the neck of this old rooster who likes to show affection.

Han Cheng pulled the knife a little harder, and the iron knife cut the skin on the old rooster's neck, and dark red blood flowed out and fell into the pottery bowl below.

Sprinkle a little salt into the blood, and when it solidifies, it tastes good when stewed with chicken.

The old rooster, which was tried on the knife because of its arrogance and show of affection, was thrown out, thumped on the ground twice, and went up to the west sky as soon as it stretched its legs.

Good knife!

Han Cheng secretly boasted to himself.

Although no one will want this knife for cutting vegetables in later generations...

The adults were amazed that the iron knife could kill chickens at once, and the children also became very excited.

But most of their excitement came from the completely dead chicken on the ground.

Han Cheng didn't wipe the blood on the knife, and used it directly to cut the skin.

The sturdy leather was spread out on the wood, and Han Cheng pressed the leather with one hand,

Holding the knife in the other hand, he swiped from top to bottom.

After a knife came down, the skin was broken a shallow layer, and Han Cheng continued to repeat along the mark of the previous cut.

After the ninth cut, the leather was completely cut in half.

Han Cheng looked at the knife in his hand and frowned. A knife without a steel blade is still not sharp enough. You need to repeat so many knives to cut a skin, so you can only throw it away in future generations...

Withdrawing his eyes from the knife, he raised his head and found that the people around him were looking at him, dumbfounded.

Han Cheng couldn't help sniffling.

I had high expectations for the sharpness of iron, and now iron will be underestimated by the people in the tribe.

God... Son of God...

The once very quiet scene was finally broken, and it was the most mature and prudent witch who spoke.

It's just that now he stutters and his voice trembles a little.

Han Cheng blushed, and couldn't help sniffling again. The people in the Xindao tribe were shocked by the 'sharpness' of the iron.

The words really can't be too full.

Wu Que was really shocked, this iron knife can cut skin!

This is leather!

So far, the method used by the people of the Qingque tribe to open the leather was Han Cheng's initial method of rubbing back and forth on the stone edge.

It's not that they don't know how to innovate, but that conditions don't allow it.

They also tried other tools and other methods.

Stone knives and bone knives have no effect on the epidermis.

As a relatively free person in the tribe, he watched the women in the tribe make clothes a lot, and even ground the leather by himself, and he understood the difficulties involved.

Now seeing that the knife made of iron by Shenzi can cut the leather so easily, many times faster than friction, how can he not be shocked?

Moreover, the Son of God has not grown up yet, and his strength is not enough. If this knife is held by an adult, wouldn't it be faster to use it to cut skin?

What the hell is this iron that is so miraculous?

No wonder Shenzi didn't let him touch it with his hands just now. According to his previous thought, his hands would definitely bleed!

It is so easy to cut dry skin, if it is used to kill prey or kill enemies, wouldn't it be...

Wu's old face became a little flushed.

The elder brother and the others also looked eagerly at the knife in Han Cheng's hand, their expressions changed from initial shock and dullness to excitement.

God... Son of God...

Wu didn't know what to say for a while, he just repeated this sentence.

Han Cheng sniffled again, mother, this is a big shame.

An ugly daughter-in-law also has to see her parents-in-law, what should happen will always happen.

Immediately, he broke his heart and handed the knife to Wu.

But I didn't want Wu to step forward to take the knife with both hands, and after holding the knife for twelve times before cutting the leather, he bowed directly to Han Cheng with the knife in both hands, and shouted in his mouth: Son of God!

The others also shouted excitedly, Son of God!

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