Han Cheng walked from the blacksmith's furnace and asked Shang with a smile as he looked at Shang who was leaning on the edge of the millet pole and stamping his feet, breathing heavily.
When Shang saw that the Son of God was coming, he quickly got up, but he didn't get up for a while. He got up three times in a row before standing up with a wooden fork.
"Son of God, I was wrong..."
Shang willingly admitted his mistake.
Today, less than a third of the millet stalks spread out to dry for him to beat were less than a third, and this was not the first time. If it were the first time, it would be even more tiring.
It turns out that this work, which does not seem very tiring, is really so tiring. It is really necessary to implement what the Son of God said about creating a 'stone roller' and using deer to fight the battlefield instead of people.
otherwise……
Shang couldn't help but shudder when he thought about the vast tracts of land around the tribe that had been reclaimed by them, and when he thought about the scene of slapping the endless millet with a wooden fork.
This thing is really tiring.
Just the weapon I long for...?
When he thought of this incident, his expression became a little gloomy.
Let's wait a little longer, wait until we find iron bacteria, and then...
Han Cheng looked at the convinced Shang, reached out and patted his shoulder, and then moved the hand behind his back to the front.
"Now, look at this."
Han Cheng raised his right hand, and an iron piece more than ten centimeters long, two centimeters wide, and about three to four millimeters thick appeared in front of Shang.
Near the bottom, there is a horizontal stubble about three centimeters long.
A purely round gun head is too heavy, wastes iron, and is not very effective in use.
What Han Cheng is holding now is something he made based on Ge in his memory.
The combination of his immature painting skills, his second senior brother's half-skilled blacksmithing skills, and his desire to save a little iron made what he called a Ge less like a Ge.
This thing is easier to use than an iron spear head. After sharpening the edge, it can easily pierce the body of the prey.
At the same time, the horizontal stubble can also prevent the iron rod from being inserted too deep and making it difficult to pull it out.
Han Cheng also considered the matter of forging some weapons. The Tengdundun led by the senior brother and the sling team led by the second senior brother could not use iron.
In other words, even if you use the upper iron, the power increase is not obvious.
The ones that can use the least amount of iron to increase the maximum combat power are the spear team and the archery team led by Junior Brother Shang and Sha.
The gun shaft and arrow shaft are still made of wood, and some gun heads and arrowheads only need to be made of iron.
This time, there was no need for Shang to say anything. Han Cheng would also make some appropriately. However, before he could finish the things, Shang had already started to speak.
Han Cheng naturally endured it.
"Iron weapons?!"
Shang, who was feeling disappointed, saw the iron gun that Han Cheng took out in front of him. The usually calm person suddenly screamed, full of surprise and disbelief.
"Take it, go and sharpen it, and then put it on the barrel of the gun."
Han Cheng patted the somewhat out-of-shape Tie Ge into Shang's hand and said to him with a smile.
"Son of God..."
Shang held the tiege in his hand and looked at Han Cheng in a daze, not knowing what to say.
Han Cheng smiled, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Okay, go quickly, grind it out, put it on and see how powerful it is."
"Um."
Shang's eyes were a little red, and he nodded vigorously, holding the iron head that seemed to weigh a thousand kilograms in his hand, and ran to the whetstone.
Looking at Shang from a distance, who was squatting there sharpening his iron sword, Han Cheng had a smile on his face.
Beat a stick and feed a sweet date. This method is really simple and effective.
Beside the whetstone, Shang was not the only one who was squatting and grinding. Junior Brother Sha was also there, excited and carefully sharpening the iron arrowheads. There were five such arrowheads in total.
In addition, Ruhua, who has given birth to her baby, is also grinding iron needles there.
Compared with other large objects, iron needles were made of very small materials, but Han Cheng was very generous and made ten of them.
However, due to the limited level, the iron needles produced can only be as big as five in future generations.
And the surface is not smooth yet, so you can only use a grindstone to smooth them bit by bit before they can be used.
But this is enough to make people happy. The women are squatting here, chattering excitedly.
In addition to these, Tie Hancheng made the remaining iron blades for making planes and a knife specially used for cooking.
At this point, all the iron bacteria obtained from this outing have been used up.
The iron blade used in the plane is ten centimeters long, four centimeters wide and half a centimeter thick.
Sharpen one end on a whetstone and mount it on a piece of wood thirty centimeters long and ten centimeters wide.
Use an ax to chop the bottom of the wood steadily, use a chisel to cut a hole five centimeters long and four centimeters wide in the middle, and insert the ground iron blade diagonally into the hole.
The iron blade is flush with the bottom surface of the wood, so that when you push it back and forth, you can scrape away the uneven areas on the board.
At the back of the wooden groove, drill a hole horizontally, and install a horizontal wooden stick inside, so that you can push and pull the plane back and forth by holding it with your hand.
"Chichi~chichi~"
The log-colored shavings rolled up from the mouth of the plane and fell to the ground, exuding the unique fragrance of wood.
Lame put away the plane and looked at the flat and smooth wooden board below with a look of admiration on his face.
Making the wooden board so smooth and neat was something he had never dared to think of before.
However, now, such a thing actually appeared under his hands so easily.
He looked at the smooth wooden board and then at the plane in his hand. Although he had used this tool several times, it still felt a little unreal.
This is iron, this is the iron they once despised...
"Attsu!"
When the bow string sounded, a feather arrow shot out and hit the target hard, its wings swaying slightly.
"Cum through! Cum through!"
Someone ran over to watch the results and shouted with excitement.
This is a specially thickened archery target, and it can actually be penetrated by one arrow. The power of this iron arrow is really amazing!
"puff!"
Shang thrust out the iron spear in his hand with all his strength, and the sharp spear easily penetrated the leather dummy filled with grain and grass.
Imagining that this was the evil tribe that once kidnapped his tribe's population, Shang's face showed some ferocity.
If any tribe dares to invade this tribe again, he will definitely stab them to death one by one with iron swords!
In the lee of the sunny courtyard, a dozen women from the Qingque tribe were busy making clothes and gloves needed for the winter. They held iron needles in their hands and stabbed the tanned leather to match the previous ones.
Compared with bone needles, sharp iron needles are not very useful.
The appearance of iron tools made the entire Qingque tribe happy.
