Carrying these two extremely precious and significant iron tools, Mu Mu didn't know what to say for a moment. He could only mutter "Son of God".
Han Cheng raised his arm, patted the wooden shoulder hard in an awkward posture, and said with a smile: "Do it well."
Mu Mu nodded vigorously.
Shang's expression was very complicated. Looking at the two iron tools in Mu Mu's hand, he felt envy, unwillingness, and injustice...
It may be related to his experience. He is very concerned about weapons and other things.
Now that iron is more useful than stone and bone, he naturally associates it with weapons.
If such strong and sharp iron is installed on a wooden spear, instead of a stone spear, and the bone spear becomes an iron spear, wouldn't it be more powerful?
Whether it is used for hunting or defense, it is a great improvement in terms of combat power.
If you encounter the evil tribe that harmed their tribe back then, and you have an iron spear in your hand, you will definitely defeat and kill them!
With this thought in his mind, among the people of the Qingque tribe, he was the most enthusiastic about searching for iron bacteria.
When he saw the forged iron drill, he was very happy, because in his opinion, this thing was very similar to the bones tied to the wooden pole and the stone spear point, which was used to mount the wooden spear.
Just right.
So when Han Cheng walked toward everyone with this thing, he was most excited, thinking that this newly crafted thing belonged to him.
However, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. The thing that took so much iron to build is not a weapon, but is used to smash rocks...
How could this make him calm down?
What I built before was just a tool. What I built this time is still a tool, but there are no weapons...
...Just use a wooden fork to thresh the millet. Isn’t this what the tribe has done in the past two years?
Hasn’t all the food been received in the house?
Why do you have to make that kind of stone roller that I don’t know what it looks like?
"...It's not tiring to beat the millet. You don't need a stone roller..."
No matter how calm a person is, there are times when he is impulsive. Regarding this matter, Shang, who had been holding back for a long time, finally couldn't help but speak out.
Han Chengli stopped, looking a little uneasy and dissatisfied on his face, and sighed slightly in his heart.
It is easy to share adversity, but it is difficult to share wealth and honor.
When everyone is naked and only worried about their stomachs, it is easy to use their strength together. Firstly, everyone is the same and there is nothing to compare with. Secondly, it is easier to survive by hugging each other for warmth.
When the tribulation has passed and life is prosperous, it will not be so easy to think about working in one place and creating harmony as before.
There will always be some people who feel that if they contribute more, they will get less share, while others will get more share. Everyone feels that they are wronged and at a disadvantage...
From the most primitive public ownership to private ownership is historical progress, but with the continuous increase of surplus wealth, selfish desires, self-interest, power and other things that have been suppressed and cannot be raised will slowly grow and eventually break out.
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This is an irreversible thing in the development of history. Every gain must be followed by a loss.
This is why Han Cheng sighed.
If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight.
What he longs for, the same harmony as now, will one day be broken by more and more abundant materials.
What defeats mankind and causes mass deaths of mankind will not be natural disasters, but only man-made disasters.
When heaven and earth are no longer opponents, more and more powerful people will turn their targets to their own kind...
But when faced with these, there is nothing we can do.
These inherent things in people's hearts can be guided and utilized by establishing systems, strengthening ideological education, and developing etiquette.
Thinking this in his mind, Han Cheng smiled and felt that his thinking was too long-term and unfounded.
From public ownership to private ownership is not an overnight success, but a gradual and long-term process.
The Qingque Tribe still has a long way to go if it wants to get to that point.
As long as it exists on its own and adopts appropriate methods, the Qingque Tribe may not necessarily end up in the uncontrollable situation that it imagined.
"Aren't you tired from threshing grain?"
Han Cheng looked at Shang who had stopped talking and asked in reply.
Generally speaking, a few people in Qiaoqiao are responsible for the main force in these matters on the battlefield. The rest of the team doesn't have much involvement, and Shang doesn't have much contact with them.
In his opinion, you don’t need to use too much strength when playing, you just need to keep tapping. How tiring can it be?
But he didn't speak, because he felt that something was wrong with what he did today, but iron weapons...
There was no need for Shang to speak, Han Cheng could understand what he was thinking.
It is human nature to have high ambitions and low ambitions, to magnify one's own pain and minimize the efforts of others, always thinking that others can succeed casually.
He didn't dwell on this matter anymore and looked up at the sun hanging in the sky.
The temperature is low, but the weather is nice.
Han Cheng smiled and pointed to the millet poles piled there, and said to Shang: "Then go to the beating field. The beating before was not very clean. Let's beat it again today."
Seeing that Shenzi had a smile on his face and didn't look angry, Shang felt relieved a lot.
He was really worried about making the Son of God unhappy.
Shang set off with a wooden fork. In order to let him see how tiring playing field was and convince him, Han Cheng specifically asked Qiu Qiu and others to help him set up the field. Only during the playing field, he was allowed to complete it independently.
Shang, who was carrying the wooden fork, picked up some light grain stalks and felt the weight of the wooden fork in his hand, with a smile on his face.
This thing is really too light, far less heavy than carrying rocks. I have never been afraid of lifting rocks, how could I be stumped by such a light and fluttering grain stalk?
The Son of God did make a fuss out of a molehill this time.
"Huh, bang..."
The wooden fork spun half a circle in the air, making a sound of wind, and hit the open millet pole, looking extremely relaxed.
Han Cheng, who was standing by the forge, looked at Shang, who was patting the grain stalks in the distance, with a smile on his face.
You can't travel far with a light load. Many things seem easy at first sight, but once you do them more, you will find out how difficult they are.
"Go on and strike."
Han Cheng looked at Shang, who had already taken off his shirt, and said to his second senior brother with a smile.
Now that Shang has some different ideas, let's use these grain stalks to boil him.
"Huhu..."
Shang wiped his sweat and gasped for air.
At this time, he was no longer as energetic as he had been at the beginning, and his strong arms had become a little sore, and they would tremble slightly when he raised his arms.
Why are you so tired?
Looking at the grain stalks that were still more than half unbeaten, he thought to himself.
This kind of work shouldn't be so tiring. It's simply more tiring than carrying rocks.
He paused for a while, then raised the wooden fork, which seemed much heavier, and slapped the unfinished grain stalks...
