Chapter 874 Forging Meteorite Iron Weapons (Three in One)
Looking at these thirty crude weapons made of meteorite iron, Han Cheng fainted for a while, and then the scene of the meteor shower he saw several years ago suddenly appeared in his mind.
I remember that after I heard that it was more effective to make a wish on a shooting star, Bai Xuemei, the stupid wife, was still talking about the meteor shower and wanted to have a monkey with me.
Then after a period of time, she became pregnant with Little Wandou's little bunny.
I remember that the meteor shower passed from south to north at that time, and these tribes came from the north far away from their own tribe. Could it be...
Could it be that these meteorites were brought by that meteor shower?
Han Cheng thought this, then smiled and shook his head.
There is no such coincidence in this world.
I saw a meteor shower, and then these unburned meteorites fell near this cave.
A few years later, the tribe that had obtained a large amount of meteorite used weapons made of meteorite to attack its own tribe, but was killed by its own tribe, and the meteorite that had once streaked over the tribe was collected again.
Belong to your own tribe...
Thinking about it makes people think it is impossible, it is too magical.
Putting all these messy thoughts out of his mind, Han Cheng looked at the meteorites with a bright smile.
No matter how that tribe obtained so much meteorite and turned it into weapons, one thing cannot be changed, that is, all the meteorite now belongs to its own tribe!
With some meteorite, your tribe can make many high-quality weapons.
Things like knives and axes.
After it is successfully made, it can be passed down from generation to generation.
Before the tribe encountered iron ore and developed the technology of refining steel, these weapons made of meteorite must have been the most sophisticated ones in the tribe.
After all, bronze has its material limitations.
Of course, an important prerequisite for it to be passed down from generation to generation is that people in the tribe should not be allowed to have the concept of serving the dead as servants, and the custom of generous burials should not be allowed to arise in the tribe.
This is not only useless, but will also cause a huge waste of resources and cause a considerable burden to the living people.
As for the funerary objects, some were completely buried and slowly merged with the soil, and a large number of them made it easier for tomb robbers.
Thinking about these things, Han Cheng began to take out these simple and sturdy weapons that were tied up from the room, piled them in the yard outside, and then set a fire on them.
The reason why he set a fire on them was not because Han Cheng wanted to do something to them with such a temperature, but because these weapons were tied very firmly and it was very difficult to untie them one by one.
It's easy, it's better to just burn it on fire and save effort.
As the flames burned, the wooden handles and rattans eventually turned into ashes, leaving only the black meteorite iron.
In the distance, the people of the original Black Stone Tribe saw this scene from a distance and were heartbroken.
Blackstone weapons!
That's a black stone weapon!
It was the black stone weapons that they were so proud of and used them to follow the leader to obtain a lot of food for the tribe!
Now he was burned by the Son of God.
Fortunately, this person didn't know the term prodigal son and its meaning, otherwise he would have pinned it on the son of God who was said to be extremely wise without any hesitation.
However, when his eyes fell on the bronze hoe he held in his hand, which looked a bit dazzling under the sunlight, such thoughts suddenly disappeared.
The bronze hoe they held in their hands was no worse than the black stone weapon they were proud of in every aspect, and it was even more convenient to use.
And these are just the tools used by this tribe for hoeing. Not to mention how powerful and easy-to-use those tools are specifically used for hunting and attacking enemies.
The black stone weapon that can completely crush them is certain.
This tribe has so many good things. Now that the black stone weapons are burned down, there is nothing surprising.
He found a wooden stick and used the stick to pull out the thirty-six pieces of meteorite iron that had been polished in the initial stage from the ashes. Han Cheng picked up his precious daughter and told the others not to touch it with their hands.
After saving these meteorites from burning my hands, I went to look for my second senior brother.
The second senior brother's condition wasn't that good either, he was also yawning profusely.
Han Cheng didn't find it strange at all that the second senior brother was in such a state.
He and Wu Du only have one spouse, let alone someone like the second senior brother who has three spouses at once.
Just thinking about this amount, Han Chengcheng couldn't help but feel pain in his back for his second senior brother.
"Wait a minute, forge these meteorite irons and make some weapons and tools."
Han Cheng said to the second senior brother.
Originally, he wanted to ask the second senior brother to start building it today, but after seeing the second senior brother's condition, he quietly pushed back the building time.
After all, talent is the foundation, and the rest are details. When it's time to rest, you still have to rest.
While thinking this way, Han Cheng suddenly remembered the good thing wolfberry.
It's a pity that we didn't come across it. Otherwise, if the adult males in the tribe would make a few cups of hot water and drink it every day, it might be able to greatly relieve their fatigue.
"Son of God, isn't there bronze..."
After understanding what Han Cheng meant, the second senior brother looked a little puzzled and said.
With the continuous mining of Tongshan copper mines, various bronze products have continued to increase, and people in the tribe have a great fondness for bronze.
I feel that with bronze, I can defeat everything. Many things are inferior to bronze.
The second senior brother also looked at these captured black stone weapons before and waved them in his hands. He felt that they were far less useful than the bronze weapons of his tribe.
And it's too crude.
Han Cheng smiled. When the furnace temperature was not high enough and the iron smelting technology was far from advanced, iron tools were indeed not as good as bronze, which was easier to cast.
For example, during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, iron was called evil gold.
The Qin State that swept through the six kingdoms also used bronze weapons to defeat other countries that used many iron weapons.
But Han Cheng, who came from later generations, knew that in the future development, steel would be king.
For example, in the Western Han Dynasty, with the advancement of iron smelting technology, the once glorious bronze civilization was gradually abandoned...
"These weapons are not easy to use because those people did not make them well. After they are made, the tools made from these meteorite irons are more useful than bronze tools.
Not only is it stronger than bronze, it is also sharper than bronze tools."
Han Cheng smiled and explained to the second senior brother.
It's not surprising that the second brother has such an understanding. After all, the people in the tribe have actually seen bronze.
They don't know, so you can just explain it to them yourself.
After listening to Han Cheng's words, the second senior brother's attitude suddenly became very upright. He squatted down, picked up a piece of meteorite that had cooled down, and began to look at it carefully.
The second senior brother, like everyone else in the tribe, believed in what Han Cheng, the Son of God, said.
Now, the Son of God told him that this seemingly inconspicuous stone, which the Son of God called meteorite, could make tools that were more useful than bronze tools, so that must be the case.
He needs to be treated well.
Thinking about this, the second senior brother couldn't help but feel a little excited.
Bronze tools are so easy to use, so how easy are tools made from meteorites to be?
If I could build it myself, wouldn’t the tribe be able to have better tools? Wouldn’t the tribe become more powerful because of this?
After such thoughts arose, the second senior brother became even more happy, and even a little impatient.
"Son of God, how should we do this? Is it like copper ingots and tin ingots, melted in a furnace?"
After holding a heavy piece of meteorite and looking at it for a while, the second senior brother felt itchy and couldn't help but ask Han Cheng.
Of course, this meteorite cannot be melted in a furnace. With the current technical conditions in the tribe, even ordinary iron ore cannot be melted, let alone this meteorite.
In fact, things like meteorite basically don’t need to be melted.
Because when flying at high speed in the air, many impurities contained in it have been burned away.
The rest just need to be heated as much as possible in a furnace, and then forged and shaped.
No worse than Bai Steelmaking.
After listening to the words of the second senior brother, Han Cheng recalled some things he learned about meteorite, and then smiled and said to the second senior brother: "No need to melt it, we can't melt it now, heat it up, use a hammer
Just keep tapping out the shape of the tool we want."
The second senior brother is relatively experienced in this kind of thing. After all, when he first made iron bacteria, got some iron beads together, and got several iron tools, a large part of it was done by the second senior brother under the command of Han Cheng.
came out.
"I'm just going to burn the stove!"
After hearing Han Cheng's words, the second senior brother suddenly became excited. He suddenly stood up from the ground and said that he was going to burn the furnace and start forging.
Han Cheng hurriedly stopped him: "Wait until tomorrow to do these things. Let's all have a good rest today, otherwise we will be in trouble if we are exhausted."
Although the second senior brother wanted to do it immediately, Han Cheng, the Son of God, had spoken and could only suppress his thoughts.
After staying here for a while, he and Han Cheng moved the meteorite iron back to the house one by one, and then went to inspect the blacksmithing stove that had not been used for a long time.
The Son of God only said that he would not use the meteorite iron to make tools today, but he did not stop him from inspecting things like the furnace.
I will check the stove today. If there is anything that is not working well, I will ask Heiwa to come over and repair it together. Then I will find some good charcoal and prepare Feng Gulu.
Then tomorrow morning, you can make tools out of meteorite iron.
Moreover, doing these things is not tiring at all...
Of course, Han Cheng, the second senior brother, understood what he was thinking. He just smiled and did not stop him.
It would be great if more and more people in the tribe could have this kind of little thought...
Just like that, half a day passed quietly.
During this period of time, in addition to doing these things, Han Cheng also learned more about what happened in the tribe after he left by asking Wu, Senior Brother, Bai Xuemei and other people who stayed in the tribe.
They knew that during the period when they left the tribe, except for Shubark bringing a large number of people to attack his tribe, nothing major happened and everything was stable.
Harvesting rapeseed and planting crops such as millet and soybeans went very smoothly.
Even because so many adult slaves suddenly appeared and there were enough manpower, seventy or eighty acres more millet was planted this year than expected.
After learning this, Han Cheng became more at ease.
"You did a great job while I was away."
Han Cheng smiled and said, the senior brother and others affirmed again.
After lunch, Han Cheng couldn't bear it anymore, so he lay down on the kang and fell asleep.
After spending half a day together, Little Wandou was no longer as clingy as when Han Cheng first came back. While Han Cheng was fast asleep, the little guy ran around and played with the other minors in the tribe.
As for the much younger Myolie, she was not in such good spirits. She rested her head on Han Cheng's arm and slept soundly with Han Cheng, the father.
While sleeping, some saliva would flow out from the corners of his mouth from time to time and stay along Han Cheng's arm...
"Urine, piss..."
Han Cheng was awakened from his deep sleep by his daughter's voice.
After opening his eyes drowsily and understanding what the little girl was talking about, Han Cheng quickly carried her off the kang and found a urinal...
Holding the little girl in his arms, Han Cheng shook his head vigorously. After a good sleep, he seemed more energetic when he woke up.
It was also at this time that he realized that the courtyard was extremely quiet, and he did not even hear the sounds of minors playing.
No wonder some people in later generations said that when a person lives alone, it is best not to sleep in the afternoon, because when you wake up, the quietness outside can make you feel the loneliness that seems to emanate from the depths of your soul.
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However, Han Chenggong has never felt such loneliness since he came to this era, because he has his tribe.
And at this time, he was still holding his little girl in his arms.
After staying in the room for a while and feeling the silence of the afternoon, Han Cheng hugged little Myolie and walked out of the room.
The afternoon sun shone down slantingly, and it was no longer so scorching. There were basically no people in the courtyard.
At this time, most people went outside the courtyard to work.
"Brother Cheng, are you awake? Why don't you sleep a little longer?"
Not long after Han Cheng carried little Xing'er out of the room, Bai Xuemei came out of the silkworm-raising room and ran over with a face full of joy. She didn't sleep, and she looked better than Han Cheng who had taken a nap.
All need spirit.
"Already asleep, right, Xiao Wandou and the others?"
I don't know why, but at this moment, looking at the bright smile on his wife's face, Han Chenggong vaguely felt a little weak in his legs.
"After you go to bed, I let them go outside to play. They should be catching grasshoppers at the moment."
Bai Xuemei said with a smile.
Han Cheng's heart warmed up after hearing this, he stretched out his hand to touch the face of this increasingly considerate little daughter-in-law, and then followed him to the silkworm-raising room.
There are many shelves in the silkworm room, and there are many dustpan-like things on the shelves, and all the silkworms are raised inside.
After walking into the room, you can hear the rustling of silkworms eating mulberry leaves.
The air is filled with the smell of some fresh mulberry leaves.
After more than ten years of continuous selection and cultivation from generation to generation, these silkworms are now much larger than before, and the cocoons they spin are also larger than before. However, this is a long-term thing and needs to be continued persistently.
Not only silkworm rearing, silk reeling, and weaving also go a long way.
"Come on, come with me for a walk outside."
After accompanying Bai Xuemei and adding mulberry leaves to the silkworms, Han Cheng said to Bai Xuemei.
Bai Xuemei went out with Han Cheng. Han Cheng held little Xing'er in his arms, and Bai Xuemei followed him.
Nowadays, with the continuous expansion of the scale of sericulture in the tribe and the increase in the number of people in the tribe, the number of people raising sericulture has also increased. It is no longer like before, just relying on Bai Xuemei.
Moreover, this batch of silkworms has only shed their skin once, and their daily food intake has not yet reached its peak. After Bai Xuemei left with Han Cheng, the other two primitive women were completely busy with the rest, so
Bai Xuemei became very straightforward this time. As soon as Han Cheng shouted, she followed him out obediently.
The apricot trees planted outside the courtyard have a lot of fruit this year, and the branches are covered with many apricots.
The surface of some apricots looks slightly yellow, and after a while, they can be picked and eaten.
No, it's ready to eat now.
Because Bai Xuemei, who was following me, had already stretched out her sinful claws towards these apricots. After picking a few, she washed them with water and ate them with her teeth.
Not only was the little Xing'er in Han Cheng's arms salivating with greed, but even Han Cheng couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
There was nothing he could do about it. Now he had a psychological shadow on apricots caused by this silly woman. Whenever he saw someone eating apricots, he couldn't help but drool, and it felt like his teeth were going to be sore.
Little Xing'er is much more energetic than Han Cheng as a father. Not only does she smack her greedy little mouth, but she also stretches out her little hand to ask for some apricots from Bai Xuemei. If she doesn't give them, she wants to make trouble.
After a short while like this, Bai Xuemei took a half-eaten apricot and gave it to Xiao Xing'er.
The little Xing'er, who had already grown six teeth, immediately stopped making trouble when she saw the good thing coming. She stretched her head and leaned towards the apricot that Bai Xuemei handed over. It looked like she saw a big swallow coming to prey on it.
They are very similar to the little swallows that stretch their necks, open their mouths wide, and chirp while waiting for their parents to feed them.
Han Cheng originally wanted to stop it, but seeing his daughter looking so impatient, he just let it go.
Not only that, as a father, he moved little Xing'er forward very considerately so that she could eat more solidly, and at the same time, he looked at it unblinkingly, with a look of anticipation on his face.
Little Myolie is new to the world and is ignorant. How can she know the sinister intentions of becoming a parent? When the delicious food reaches her mouth, she immediately goes to eat it hard.
Although there are only six teeth, the bite is still very real, especially the position she gnaws is the remaining pulp after Bai Xuemei has gnawed away the skin.
With this mouthful, time seemed to have stopped. Little Xing'er, who was smiling with a smile on her face, suddenly froze her smile after nibbling on the green apricot, her round eyes became even rounder, and she looked confused.
Look.
The next moment, the little guy's wide eyes closed tightly. He moved his face away from Qingxing as if he was electrocuted. He kept smacking his mouth and shook his head vigorously.
His little arms were waving hard, his little hands were grasping helplessly, and his whole body was so sore that he turned into an emoticon.
Watching this sour and refreshing scene, Han Cheng, the father, grinned and laughed non-stop. Bai Xuemei was also having a heartless and silly fun. Only little Myolie experienced such a strong taste impact.
, after calming down for a while, he burst into tears.
Han Cheng couldn't stop laughing while shaking his body to coax his little girl.
This is the helplessness of a child without grandma to protect him. If grandma is around and dares to bully people like this, the next moment the grandma with an angry face will arrive at the battlefield carrying the soles of her shoes, and will trick the grandchildren's bastards.
The pursuers ran around the yard.
After coaxing little Xing'er, who was so angry that she turned into an emoticon, the unscrupulous parents continued to walk forward happily.
In the fields around the tribe, the first batch of grains planted has almost reached the knees. Even the latest batch of grains can now cover the ankles. It is growing very well.
In the fields, there are many people working here, weeding and other things, which looks very pleasing to the eye.
After watching this for a while, Han Cheng's eyes fell on the slaves grouped one-on-one, and some thoughts began to emerge in his mind.
These newly acquired slaves in the tribe this time are basically relatively strong adults. This shows that there must be many less strong adults and many minors in the tribe where they originally lived.
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For most tribes in this era, people who are not very strong are basically a burden, but this is not the case in the Qingque tribe, because there are still many jobs in the tribe that are not very strong.
people can do it.
In terms of carpentry and weaving, Lame, who has always been ahead of the rest of the tribe, is the most inspiring existence.
So Han Cheng was thinking at this time whether he should send people to follow some of these people back and bring the rest of them back to his tribe.
In this way, the population of your own tribe can grow explosively.
Moreover, you can also take a look to see if there are still meteorites in the place where they originally lived.
