Chapter 334: The iron rod is ground into a needle? You will be beaten
"Papa pa pa"
"Pa bang bang..."
The monotonous sound of wooden hammers hitting hot iron sounded intermittently in the Qingque tribe.
There are four pieces of iron placed in the inaccessible stove. Doing this will not only save time on blacksmithing, but also save charcoal.
Although the wooden hammer is not as powerful as the iron axe, it still has some effects.
This was what Han Cheng remembered after two days of fighting with an iron axe.
Among the several pieces of iron, the iron ax that was made the fastest was the one that was first made. By now, it has begun to take shape.
The witch who had fed the rabbit walked over with the shameless rabbit in his arms.
Looking at this piece of iron that had changed greatly, the expression in his eyes became a little solemn.
In the past few days, he knew that several rocks and wooden hammers had been cracked in order to forge the iron.
Such a big stone was cracked, and the beaten iron was not only not broken, but also became more polished. This made him and other people who saw this scene begin to believe that the Son of God said that iron is harder than stone.
suspect.
These days, there are quite a few people who come to the blacksmith stove when they have nothing to do.
They looked forward to the Son of God once again performing miracles and seeing real iron products appearing in the world.
In such anticipation, the iron products that had been forged for several days began to gradually appear.
The first thing that appeared was an ax without an edge.
Due to limited tools, the ax produced was far from what Han Cheng had imagined.
But it can be used barely.
The reason why the ax was not sharpened was not because Han Cheng wanted to make a "heavy ax without an edge", but because he wanted to quickly get out the other three pieces of iron that had been beaten with a wooden hammer for several days.
"when!"
A sound of gold and iron clashing suddenly sounded, spreading towards the surroundings.
Holding the ax with a wooden handle, Hei Wa's eyes immediately lit up when he saw the shallow mark left on the red-hot iron after the ax hit it.
This time, the effect was greater than ten hits with a wooden hammer before!
"Dang Dang Dang!"
The iron block that was difficult to shake with a wooden hammer quickly changed its shape under the influence of an iron ax made of the same type, and its efficiency was greatly improved.
After the piece of iron was returned to the furnace, the senior brother, who had been watching here for a while, took the ax from Hei Wa.
He held it in his hand and looked at it carefully for a while. After asking Han Cheng for his opinion, he smashed it hard against a stone weighing no more than ten kilograms.
In just one stroke, this solid stone broke into several pieces!
The senior brother stared blankly at the fragmented stone, unable to believe that it was his own fault.
Just now he was afraid that the ax would break, so he didn't use much strength at once.
In his expectation, the stone would have to be struck at least several times, requiring him to use a lot of force before it would break. However, in just one blow, the stone cracked unexpectedly!
The onlookers around were also a little dazed. From the previous blacksmithing, they had already seen that iron is harder than stone, so they thought that was amazing. However, they did not expect that hitting the stone directly with iron would have a stronger effect!
The hardest stone in their minds has no ability to resist in the face of an iron axe!
The senior brother didn't seem to have used much strength, and the stone cracked easily.
One can't help but wonder if this is still a stone.
"Look at the axe!"
Someone recovered from the shock and spoke out a reminder.
The rest of the people also turned their attention to the ax with the blade facing upward.
The elder brother was reminded, and then he remembered the axe, and quickly turned it over.
There are some white marks on the back of the square-shaped ax head.
The big brother wiped it with his finger, and these white marks disappeared.
This is stone foam that sticks on.
After the stone foam was wiped away, the entire ax head looked intact.
"Hiss~!"
Looking at this intact axe, someone began to gasp.
This instrument made of iron is so terrifying!
Wu took the ax from his senior brother, his hands trembling a little.
"Son of God..."
He looked at Han Cheng, then at the gravel on the ground, and raised the ax in his hand, looking very surprised.
"Witch, smash it."
Seeing everyone's surprised look, Han Cheng felt very relieved. He smiled at Wu, then pointed to another stone not far away and said to Wu.
"Smash?"
Wu was a little moved, but also a little hesitant.
"Well, smash it!"
Han Cheng nodded vigorously and said to the wizard with a smile.
After being encouraged again by Han Cheng, Wu stood up excitedly, took the ax to the stone, held the ax with both hands and shook it a little unfamiliarly, and then smashed it down hard.
Except when offering sacrifices and knocking rabbits, witches rarely show such high-spirited and domineering behavior.
"when!"
The ax hit the stone, bounced up, and then fell again.
"when!"
Another ax fell, and the stone could not withstand the blow of the ax and broke into several pieces.
The people in the Qingque tribe who were already shocked became even more shocked.
A witch who is so old and doesn't rely on strength can actually use this ax to break stones easily. This... this is really unbelievable!
The fire continued to burn, and the sound of blacksmithing sounded intermittently in the Qingque tribe. The people working in the tribe seemed a little absent-minded, and would look at the blacksmithing furnace from time to time.
The iron ax refreshed everyone's concepts and made everyone look forward to the emergence of new iron tools.
"Chichi~"
"Chichi~"
A fine and soft stone is placed on the ground, and one end is supported by a stone about three to four centimeters thick.
Han Cheng squatted on the ground, holding a piece of iron about ten centimeters long and four centimeters wide, thick on one side and thin on the other, in his hand, rubbing it up and down on the stone.
As he moved, something black was left on the fine stone, which was ground iron.
This kind of delicate and soft stone is most suitable for sharpening knives. It is not easy to grind the blade and there will be no nicks on the blade.
Han Cheng grinded for a while, then scooped up some water from the pottery basin set up on one side, poured it on the whetstone, and then rubbed it.
The water will wash away the ground stone powder, strengthen the friction, and grind faster.
After sharpening it for a while, Han Cheng picked up the long iron piece in his hand that could barely be called a knife, and used his fingers to scratch the edge tentatively to test whether it was sharp or not.
The brightly polished blade gently cuts across the finger, without the feeling of wanting to cut into it. This iron-like melon-killing knife has not been sharpened enough and needs to be sharpened further.
But it's already sharper than a bone knife.
Without electric equipment like a grinder, it would be really difficult to sharpen an iron knife.
After grinding for a while, Han Cheng looked at the still relatively thick blade, and suddenly thought of the old woman who ground the iron rod into a needle and educated Li Dashian very well.
If anyone in his tribe was so prodigal as to grind a big iron rod into a needle, Han Cheng would definitely beat her up personally.
