The blacksmith took the black stone from Shen Qingci's hand, looked at it for a long time, and then shook his head.

"You don't know what this is?"

Shen Qingci asked disbelief, was this a fake blacksmith? She only recognized her once, but she couldn't even make a blacksmith.

The blacksmith made a bitter face, "Miss Chen, I really don't know, this is not gold, right?"

Shen Qingci took back the black stone, "I feel that no matter how much gold and silver there are, they are not useful to you."

"ah!"

The blacksmith didn't understand, "Why?"

“This is iron ore.”

Shen Qingci gave the black stone to the iron ore again, "You will know if you go back and burn it with the fire."

“Iron…Iron ore?”

The blacksmith was unable to throw away the stone in his hand.

"I heard from my grandfather that his grandfather said that this iron came out of the stone. I didn't believe it before, but it turned out to be a stone."

"Have you not seen it?"

Shen Qingci finally realized what the blacksmith said.

"No," the blacksmith scratched his head embarrassedly.

"We use pig iron for ironwork, which is left behind before, and it is also used to save money. Many of our tools are passed down from home, and they have been used for several generations, so they cannot be broken. If they are broken, they can continue to use them after melting."

He hugged the stone happily, not afraid of dirtying his clothes. For the people of Dongling, it is indeed much better to dig out iron ore than to dig out gold and silver. They cannot spend gold and silver here, so it is not as good as iron. They all farm, so they know what is most suitable for marrying in the village.

What he couldn't wait to train pig iron. Of course, he knew about this process. Their ancestors were all iron-mugged, and these were passed down from generation to generation, just like iron-mugged, which was not difficult.

When the others heard it was an iron ore, they were all very happy.

"Everyone dig out some first and be careful."

The village chief was busy instructing that there were fewer stones here now. Relatively speaking, it was much softer than the ones outside. Although it was still hard and difficult to dig, it could be dug manually, which was the best wealth they got in the village.

The others also took out their own farm tools and went up to dig iron ore.

The iron ore was dug out piece by piece. When the blacksmith ran over, she cried and laughed, saying that these iron ores were real and that they could really mention pig iron. The more everyone was motivated, they were all ready to beat them, just like they were injected with chicken blood, and they were all tired.

They dig if they can dig, and they can't dig it, and then they will fry it again, and then carefully pick out all the iron ore. This is a good thing and can produce a lot of things for everyone. Even new agricultural tools can be replaced with new iron.

The people of Dongling were digging piece by piece, and they really lacked these. Even the big nails were unwilling to let go, so they picked them up all of them. Although the amount of iron ore dug out was not large, they could also produce a lot of good things for the people in the village, and they could also leave some for the younger generation, just as the blacksmith said.

This iron is different from other things. It uses it slowly and is also rotten. These irons are enough for them to use for decades.

After about half a month of explosion, there seemed to be not much left in the mountain. The villagers diligently built the roads in the places they had been blown up, and they planned to be very clean every day. Sometimes Shen Qingci felt that she didn't dare to blow it up anymore, for fear that it would blow it up. The sweeping floor of these villages would be dirty again.
Chapter completed!