I am a Primitive Man

After the beheading meeting a few months ago, the Qingque Tribe, which hadn't made any big moves for a long time, took action again today.

Everyone happily prepared for the upcoming meeting to announce the gods.

Looking at this knife that not only looks bad to the audience, but also not very sharp, Han Cheng's old face turned red again.

Wu, don't tell the gods.

Han Cheng looked at Wu who was extremely excited and was making final preparations, and said again.

This thing is really out of hand.

Usually he doesn't express much opinion, but in this matter, he is extremely firm.

He insisted that the iron knife was a supreme treasure and that the gods needed to be informed.

Not only him, but the entire Qingque tribe thought this way.

Han Cheng had no choice but to agree, because after seeing the tribe's fanfare, his old face would become hot when he looked at this simple and abnormal knife.

If it's just these things, that's all. The key is that Bai Xuemei, the child's bride-in-law, is constantly making up for it.

Brother Cheng, why are you blushing?

Brother Cheng, why are you sweating?

Brother Cheng, I'll fan you up...

Looking at his childlike face, who kept asking his little bride-in-law with concern, Han Chengcheng had the urge to gag her.

This little girl's film is really too bad.

Amidst the thumping sound of the leather drum, the sacrificial ceremony that made Han Cheng dumbfounded was carried out, unprecedentedly grand.

On the stone platform that served as an altar, there were unsharp iron axes and sharpened iron knives.

The hastily made chisel and the saw, which was no more than twenty centimeters long and had no time to sharpen, were also included in this list.

Wu danced a dance that Han Cheng hadn't understood until now, and he looked extraordinarily energetic, and kept uttering some incomprehensible syllables.

Except for stones and witches, no one else in the entire tribe should be able to understand.

This scene reminded Han Cheng of a joke - the little loli, who was just a few years old, shook her little head and shouted in a childish voice: Uncle, uncle, I didn't understand some parts of Journey to the West. Can you explain it to me?

A certain uncle felt relieved, and thought to himself that he had read Journey to the West no less than ten times, and remembered all the plots by heart. How could he still not be able to answer a mere question from his little niece?

Then he patted his chest and boasted: Just ask, uncle has it.

Little Loli tilted her head, her big eyes were flickering, and she said seriously, Uncle, can you tell me how to recite the magic spell? He recited it so fast that I couldn't hear it clearly...

A certain uncle was tongue-tied and stunned...

But Bie Wu didn't know what he was talking about, Han Cheng thought so wickedly.

The extraordinarily solemn sacrifice was over, and several iron utensils were placed on the stone altar. The witch held the iron knife and was unwilling to let go, saying that he wanted to use these as utensils for worshiping the gods.

Han Cheng's face twitched, and the quality of the knife thrown away in later generations was better than this knife...

Fortunately, this god is just a non-existent thing, otherwise, the possibility of the Qingque tribe being struck by lightning would be very high.

For Wu's behavior, Han Cheng was full of helplessness. It took so much effort to get out this bit of iron, just to use it and create something more valuable.

Leaving it there to rust is not a good habit.

Han Cheng talked and talked for a while before finally letting Wu realize the error of his thinking.

These four pieces of ironware were also removed from the altar, and the axe, chisel and the even more hideous iron saw were distributed to Lai, Wood and Heiwa to grind.

When Han Cheng was sharpening his knife before, they all watched it. Compared with the gourd painting, they can still do a good job.

The most difficult thing to sharpen is not the cumbersome axe, but the barren-toothed iron saw.

There are too many gaps in this thing, and the whetstone will get stuck when it is not properly sharpened.

The progress of grinding several kinds of ironware was much slower than Han Cheng expected.

The reason is that these guys are reluctant to work hard when grinding.

Knowing that these iron utensils are extremely hard and strong, they will not be damaged easily, but they are still very careful and dare not use too much force.

It wasn't until Han Cheng said it several times, and each of them got their ass patched, that the lame guys finally let go of their hands and feet.

boom!

The lame right hand held the sharp axe, and it fell obliquely and hard.

The ax fell on a stick with a diameter of more than three centimeters lying flat on the wooden pile below, and the stick broke in two.

One of them was shortened and flew far away.

For chopping things, the knife is far inferior to the heavy and powerful axe.

Seeing the piece of wooden stick that Beng Fei flew out, everyone in the Qingque Tribe fell into a sluggish collective once again.

I thought that this ax could be used to break stones and forge iron, but who would have thought that after grinding the blade, it would be sharper than an iron knife for chopping wood!

Moreover, these utensils made of iron are more tangible than the stone tools and bone tools they made before.

This iron is really a good thing!

No wonder Shenzi spent so much effort to make it out of iron.

Looking at these magical weapons, everyone in the Qingque Tribe sincerely admired the wisdom and behavior of the Son of God.

Some people think of last year when the Son of God was determined to burn the charcoal, and they feel even more reverence in their hearts.

No wonder Shenzi spent so much effort to burn the charcoal. It turns out that the biggest purpose is not to eat barbecue, but to refine this incomparably precious iron...

While the rest of the Qingque Tribe were lamenting the usefulness of the ironware, the first carpenter of the tribe was lame, but frowned.

He was holding the saw with a wooden handle in his hand, and most of the saw body was stuck in a thin tree trunk with the mouth of a bowl in front of him.

Not only is he frowning, but Han Cheng is also frowning.

This iron saw, the only one of the Qingque tribe, was used to saw wood. It was very easy at the beginning, and after a while, the saw was nearly three centimeters deep.

The speed will slow down further down, and it will become slower and slower. By now, it has been completely stuck inside.

Han Cheng is no stranger to sawing, which is an essential tool for carpenters in later generations. It is used to saw wood at a very fast speed.

Even if it is not fast, the phenomenon of jamming the saw should not occur.

How could the saw made by myself be bitten to death by wood?

Is the wood from the primitive era too hungry, or is the saw made by yourself too thick?

Han Cheng frowned and scratched his head.

After careful observation and comparison with the saw in his impression, Han Cheng finally found the problem.

The key is the sawtooth.

In the saw made by Han Cheng, the saw teeth are perpendicular to the saw surface, while the saws of later generations are set aside one by one on both sides.

If it is tilted to both sides, the saw gap will be larger, and the saw will not be jammed.

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