Even when Han Cheng saw a witch, he wanted to imitate him and put his fingers on the edge of the blade to scratch, and quickly spoke out to stop him.
In later generations, he often cut grass. At first, he asked adults to sharpen his sickle, and then he began to sharpen it himself. He was able to master the accuracy of testing the sharpness with his hands.
But that's not the case for Wu. The sharpest thing he has ever come into contact with is a bone knife, so it is difficult to determine the severity by testing it with his hands.
Now this newly made iron knife has been sharpened by him. Although it is not as sharp and wear-resistant as a steel knife, it can still cut your hand accidentally.
After hearing Han Cheng's words, Wu took his hand back.
He kept looking at this iron knife that looked very different from the bone knife.
On the one hand, he believed Han Cheng's words, but on the other hand, he felt that the iron knife should not be that sharp.
He could hold the edge of the bone knife in the tribe without any problem. Although this iron knife looked sharper than the bone knife, it should still be fine if he held it with his hand.
Moreover, the Son of God touched his hand just now, and his hand was not cut...
Seeing Wu's expression, Han Cheng could basically understand what he was thinking.
He stood up with the iron knife, which weighed less than half a kilogram, and took the leather lying aside, preparing to use it to test the knife, so that Wu and others could see the sharpness of the iron knife, and also test the sharpness of the iron knife.
The fruits of labor.
When I was about to do it, I suddenly remembered the birth of such things as the legendary sword, and my heart couldn't help but move.
General Moye used human sacrifices to make these swords, and some swords did not return without blood.
Now the first iron sword in the tribe appeared in his hand. It was the first time he tried the sword. He couldn't do it so easily. He should also see some blood.
Although this iron knife looks a bit ugly.
Under the gaze of everyone, Han Cheng put down the leather in his hand, holding the iron knife in one hand, and slowly looked at everyone.
The people who didn't know why were also looking at their divine son and the knife in his hand.
Han Cheng looked at it for a while, and his eyes fell on a stone not far away that was taller than him.
Then he mentioned walking towards the stone.
Shitou, who didn't know what was going on, looked at the Son of God walking towards him carrying a newly made thing called an iron knife, his face showed excitement, and he took a step forward to meet him.
A weird smile appeared on Han Cheng's lips, he raised the iron knife in his hand and came to the stone.
Then……
Then he walked past him and went straight to the chicken pen behind the stone.
The others followed him.
The extremely arrogant old rooster in the chicken coop not only showed no fear at all when he saw so many people coming to see him, but actually climbed onto the back of a little hen like crazy and performed a restricted blockbuster show in front of everyone.
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After finishing, he flapped his wings and tilted his head to look at Han Cheng provocatively.
Then this guy was caught.
Grasp the root of the wings with one hand, put the neck over, and step on the two paws of the chicken with one foot to prevent it from moving.
He stretched out his hand to pluck off the hair on his neck, and the knife that could be used to kill a cow was placed on the neck of this old rooster who liked to show affection.
Han Cheng pulled the knife with a little force. 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 stew it with the chicken after it solidifies. It tastes great.
Because of his arrogant show of affection, he was tried with a knife. The old rooster was thrown out after bleeding. It flopped on the ground twice, stretched out its legs and went up to the west sky.
"Good knife!"
Han Cheng secretly praised himself.
Although no one will want this knife for cutting vegetables in future generations...
The adults were amazed that this iron knife could kill a chicken in one go, and the children also became extremely excited.
But most of their excitement came from the completely dead chicken on the ground.
Han Cheng did not wipe the blood on the knife and used it directly to cut the skin.
The strong leather was spread on the wood. Han Cheng pressed the leather with one hand and held the knife in the other hand, slashing from top to bottom.
After the knife came down, a shallow layer of skin was broken open, and Han Cheng continued to repeat along the previously cut marks.
After the ninth cut, the skin was completely cut in half.
Han Cheng frowned as he looked at the knife in his hand. A knife without a steel blade is still not sharp enough. It takes so many cuts to cut the skin. In the future, he can only throw it away...
He took his eyes away from the knife and raised his head to find that the people around him were looking at him, looking dumbfounded.
Han Cheng couldn't help sniffing.
My expectations for the sharpness of iron were too high, and now iron would be underestimated by the people in the tribe.
"God...Son of God..."
The once very silent scene was finally broken, and it was the most mature and solemn wizard who spoke.
But now he stutters a little and his voice is trembling.
Old Han Cheng blushed and couldn't help sniffing again. The people in the Xindao tribe were really shocked by the 'sharpness' of the iron.
You really can't say enough words.
Wu Que was truly shocked that this iron knife could actually cut through skin!
This is leather!
So far, the method used by the people of the Qingque tribe to break open the leather was Han Cheng's original method of rubbing back and forth on the stone prism.
It’s not that they don’t know how to innovate, it’s just that the 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 leisurely person in the tribe, when he was playing with rabbits, he often observed the women in the tribe making clothes, and even polished the leather himself, so he understood how difficult it was.
Now he saw that the knife made of iron by the Son of God could cut through the leather so easily, many times faster than friction, how could he not be shocked?
Moreover, the Son of God has not grown up yet and is not strong enough. If this knife is held by an adult, wouldn't it be faster to use it to cut skin?
This... what on earth is this iron that is so magical?
No wonder Shenzi didn't let him touch it with his hands just now. According to his previous thoughts, his hands would definitely bleed!
It's so easy to cut dry skin, so wouldn't it be used to slaughter prey or kill enemies...
Wu's old face became a little flushed.
Senior Brother and others also looked at the knife in Han Cheng's hand eagerly, their expressions changed from the initial shock and dullness to excitement.
"God...Son of God..."
Wu didn't know what to say for a moment and could only repeat this sentence.
Han Cheng sniffed again, damn, this is so embarrassing.
An ugly daughter-in-law also has to meet her parents-in-law, what should happen will happen.
Immediately, he hesitated and handed the knife to the witch.
Unexpectedly, Wu stepped forward and took the knife with both hands. He held it and cut the skin twelve times before slicing the skin. He actually held the knife in both hands and bowed directly to Han Cheng, shouting loudly: "Son of God!"
