I am a Primitive Man

How about it?

Han Cheng came from the blacksmith's stove, looked at Shang who was panting by the millet pole and asked with a smile.

Shang saw that the Son of God was coming, so he got up quickly, but he didn't get up all at once, and stood up three times in a row, before standing up with the wooden fork.

Son of God, I was wrong...

Shang willingly admits his mistake.

Today, less than one-third of the millet stalks he patted out to dry, and this is not the first time to millet, if it is the first time, it will be even more tiring.

It turned out that this job didn't look very tiring, but it was really tiring. It was really necessary to carry out what the Son of God said about creating a 'stone roller' and using deer instead of people to fight the field.

otherwise……

Thinking of the large tracts of land that they had reclaimed around the tribe, and remembering the scene of beating the seemingly endless millet with a wooden fork, Shang couldn't help but shudder.

This thing is really tiring.

Is it just the weapon I long for...?

When he remembered this incident, his expression became a little dark.

Wait for a while, wait until you find the iron bacteria, and then...

Han Cheng looked at Shang who was sincerely convinced, reached out and patted his shoulder, and then turned the hand behind his back to the front.

Now, look at this.

Han Cheng raised his right hand, and an iron plate more than ten centimeters long, two centimeters wide, and three to four millimeters thick appeared in front of Shang.

Near the bottom, there is also a stubble about three centimeters long.

A purely round gun tip is too heavy, wastes iron, and doesn't work well.

The one that Han Cheng is holding now is something he made out of Ge in his memory.

His immature painting skills, the second senior brother's half-handed blacksmithing skills, and his desire to save a little iron, together, made this thing he called Ge less like a Ge.

This thing is better than the iron gun head,

After the edge is sharpened, it can easily penetrate the prey's body.

At the same time, the stubble can also prevent the iron spear from being inserted too deep as much as possible, making it difficult to pull it out.

Han Cheng also considered the matter of forging some weapons. The rattan shield led by the senior brother and the sling team led by the second senior brother did not need iron.

In other words, even if iron is used, the increase in power is not obvious.

The spear team and archery team led by Shang and Junior Brother Sha can use the least amount of iron to increase the maximum combat power.

The gun shaft and arrow shaft are still made of wood, and only some gun heads and arrows need to be made of iron.

This time Shang didn't need to make a sound, Han Cheng would build some appropriately, but before he finished the things, Shang had already started to speak.

Han Cheng also took him to a boil as a matter of course.

Iron weapons?!

Shang, who was losing his mind, saw the iron spear that Han Cheng took out in front of him, a usually steady man, suddenly cried out, full of surprise and disbelief.

Take it, go sharpen it, sharpen it and put it on the gun barrel.

Han Cheng patted the out-of-shape Tie Ge in Shang's hand, and said to him with a smile.

Son of God...

Shang held the Tie Ge in his hand, looked at Han Cheng in a daze, and didn't know what to say.

Han Cheng patted him on the shoulder with a smile, and said with a smile: Okay, go quickly, grind it hard, put it on and see how powerful it is.

Um.

Shang, with some red eye circles, nodded vigorously, and ran towards the whetstone holding the iron dagger that seemed to weigh a thousand catties in his hand.

Looking at Shang from a distance, squatting there and sharpening his iron spear, Han Cheng smiled.

Hitting a stick and then feeding a sweet date, this method is really simple and effective.

Beside the whetstone, not only Shang was squatting and sharpening things, but Junior Brother Sha was also sharpening the iron arrowheads excitedly and carefully. There were five such arrowheads in total.

In addition, Ruhua, who has given birth to the confinement child, also grinds iron needles there.

Compared with other large objects, Han Cheng was very generous with iron needles, which were made of extremely small materials, and directly made ten of them.

However, due to the limited level, the iron needles produced can be as big as five in later generations.

And the surface is not smooth yet, so they can only be smoothed by a whetstone little by little, and then they are easy to use.

But these are enough to be happy, those women are squatting here grinding, chattering excitedly.

In addition to these, the remaining Tie Hancheng made an iron blade for making a plane and a knife for cooking.

So far, all the iron bacteria obtained from this trip have been used up.

The iron blade used for the plane is ten centimeters long, four centimeters wide, and half a centimeter thick.

Sharpen one end on a whetstone, and then install it on a piece of wood that is thirty centimeters long and ten centimeters wide.

The bottom of the wood was chopped steadily with an axe, and a hole five centimeters long and four centimeters wide was cut out with a chisel slightly behind the middle, and the polished iron blade was installed obliquely into the hole.

The iron blade is flush with the lower surface of the wood, so that when you push it back and forth, you can scrape off the unevenness on the top of the wood.

At the back of the wooden trough, a hole is drilled horizontally, and a horizontal wooden stick is installed in it, which is convenient for holding and pushing and pulling the plane back and forth.

Chi Chi ~ Chi Chi ~

The log-colored shavings roll out from the mouth of the plane and fall to the ground, exuding the unique fragrance of wood.

Limp put away the plane, looked at the flat and smooth board below, with a look of admiration on his face.

Making the wooden boards so smooth and neat was something he had never dared to think about before.

But now, such a thing appeared under his hands so easily.

He looked at the smooth wooden board, and then at the plane in his hand. Although he had used this tool several times, he still felt a little unreal.

This is iron, this is the iron they once despised...

True!

At the sound of the bowstring, a feathered arrow shot out, nailed hard on the target, and the wings shook slightly.

Penetrated! Penetrated!

Someone ran over to watch the results and shouted with excitement.

This is a specially thickened archery target, and it can actually penetrate it with one arrow. The power of this iron arrow is really amazing!

puff!

Shang forcefully thrust out the iron dagger in his hand, and the sharp dagger pierced easily into the leather dummy filled with straw.

Fantasizing that this was the evil tribe that had abducted his tribe's population, Shang's face showed some ferocity.

If any tribe dared to invade the current tribe again, he would stab them to death one by one with iron dagger!

On the leeward side of the sunny courtyard, a dozen or so women from the Qingque tribe are rushing to make clothes and gloves for the winter. Compared with bone needles, sharp iron needles are not very easy to use.

The appearance of iron tools made the entire Qingque tribe rejoice. ()