Chapter 336 The sword that makes the gods angry and the saw with crooked teeth
After the beheading meeting a few months ago, the Qingque tribe, which had not made any big moves for a long time, took action again today.
Everyone was happily preparing for the upcoming meeting to inform the gods.
Han Cheng's old face turned red again when he looked at this knife, which not only looked unsatisfactory to the audience, but was also not very sharp.
"Witch, why don't you inform the gods?"
Han Cheng looked at Wu who was extremely excited and was making final preparations, and spoke again.
I really can't get rid of this thing.
Wu usually doesn't express his opinions very much, but on this matter, he was extremely determined.
He insisted that the iron sword was a supreme treasure and needed to be told to the gods.
Not just him, but everyone in the Qingque tribe thinks this way.
Han Cheng could only agree half-heartedly, but after seeing the tribe's fanfare and looking at this simple and unusual knife, his face couldn't help but get hot.
If that's all, that's it. The key is that Bai Xuemei, the child bride, is constantly on the side to make up for it.
"Brother Cheng, why are you blushing?"
"Brother Cheng, why are you sweating?"
"Brother Cheng, let me stir up trouble for you..."
Looking at his child bride who kept asking questions with concern and innocence on her face, Han Chenggong had the urge to gag her.
This little girl movie is really bad.
Amidst the thumping sound of leather drums, the sacrifice that made Han Cheng dumbfounded began, and it was unprecedentedly grand.
On the stone platform that serves as an altar, there are iron axes without sharp edges and iron knives with sharp edges.
Chisels that have been made in a hurry and saws that are only twenty centimeters long and have not had time to sharpen are also included in this list.
Wu danced a dance that Han Cheng had not yet understood. He looked particularly energetic and kept making some incomprehensible syllables from his mouth.
Except for the stone and the shaman, no one else in the entire tribe should be able to understand it.
This scene reminded Han Cheng of a joke - a little lolita who was a few years old shook her little head and shouted in a milky voice: "Uncle, uncle, I didn't understand some parts of "Journey to the West".
Can you explain it to me?"
An uncle felt relieved and secretly said 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 simple question from his niece?
Then he patted his chest and boasted: "Just ask, uncle will take care of it."
The little Loli tilted her head, her big eyes flickered, and she said with a sweet voice and a serious face: "Uncle, can you tell me how to recite the tightening curse? He recited it too fast, I didn't even hear it clearly...
"
A certain uncle was speechless and confused...
But no one knows what he is talking about, Han Cheng thought with evil intent.
The extraordinarily solemn sacrifice was over, and several iron utensils were placed on the stone altar. The witch hugged the iron knife and was unwilling to let go, saying that he wanted to use these as utensils to worship the gods.
Han Cheng's face was twitching. In later generations, the quality of the knife he threw away was better than this one...
Fortunately, this god is just a fictitious thing, otherwise, the Qingque tribe would be very likely to be struck by lightning.
Regarding the witch's behavior, Han Cheng was filled with helplessness. He spent so much effort to produce this little piece of iron just for the purpose of using it and creating something more valuable.
Leaving it there to rust without being used is not a good habit.
Han Cheng talked and argued for a while before Wu finally realized the error of his thinking.
These four iron tools were also taken off the altar, and the axes, chisels, and even more terrible iron saws were given to Lame, Mumu, and Heiwa respectively to grind.
They watched Han Cheng sharpen his knife before, and they were able to do a good job even if he tried his best.
The most difficult thing to sharpen is not the bulky axe, but the chipped saw.
There are too many gaps in this thing, and if you don't get it right during sharpening, the whetstone will get stuck.
The progress of polishing several iron tools was much slower than Han Cheng expected.
The reason is that these guys are reluctant to put in effort when grinding.
Although they knew that these iron utensils were extremely hard and strong and would not be damaged easily, they were still very careful and did not dare to use too much force.
It wasn't until Han Cheng said it several times and gave each of them a kick in the butt that the lame guys slowly let go.
"Bang!"
The lame man's right hand held the opened axe, and he dropped it hard at an angle.
The ax hit a tree stick with a diameter of more than three centimeters lying flat on the wooden stake below, and the stick broke into two pieces.
One of the short ones collapsed and flew far away.
For chopping things, a knife is far inferior to a heavy and powerful axe.
Seeing the piece of stick flying out, everyone in the Qingque tribe fell into a collective daze once again.
I originally thought that this ax could be used to chop stones and strike iron. Who would have thought that after sharpening the blade, it would be sharper than an iron knife when cutting wood!
Moreover, these tools made of iron are more tangible than the stone and bone tools they made before.
This iron is really a good thing!
No wonder the Son of God spent so much effort to build 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 remembered that the Son of God was determined to burn out the charcoal last year, and the reverence in their hearts was even higher.
No wonder the Son of God spent so much effort to make the charcoal. It turns out that the biggest purpose is not to grill the meat, but to refine this extremely precious iron...
While the rest of the Qingque tribe were sighing at the ease of use of iron tools, the tribe's first carpenter, Lame, frowned.
In his hand he held the saw with a wooden handle, and most of the saw body was stuck in a tree trunk as thick as a bowl in front of him.
Not only was he frowning, Han Cheng was also frowning.
This iron saw, unique to the Qingque tribe, was used to cut wood. It was very easy at first, and in a short time, it cut down nearly three centimeters deep.
The speed slows down further, and gets slower and slower, and now, it is completely stuck.
Han Cheng was no stranger to the saw, a necessary tool for carpenters in later generations. It was used to cut wood very quickly.
Even if it is not fast, there should be no jamming of the saw.
How could the saw that I made myself be so chewed up by the wood?
Is the wood from primitive times too hungry, or is the saw made by myself 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.
The saw made by Han Cheng had teeth that were perpendicular to the saw surface, while the saws of later generations had teeth that were set apart from each other to both sides.
If you tilt it to both sides, the gap will be larger and the saw will not jam.
