Following the beheading meeting a few months ago, the Qingque tribe, which had not made a big move for a long time, started taking action again today.

Everyone happily prepared for the upcoming meeting that announced the gods.

Looking at this knife, which was not only inferior to the audience, but also not very useful, Han Cheng's old face blushed again.

"Witch, don't tell the gods."

Han Cheng looked at Wu who was so excited that he was making final preparations, and said again.

I really can't get this thing.

On weekdays, he doesn't express his opinions much, but he is extremely determined on this matter.

He insisted that the iron sword is a supreme treasure and needs to be informed to the gods.

Not only him, but the entire Qingque tribe all have this idea.

Han Cheng had to give his consent, but after seeing the tribe's fanfare, after looking at this simple and unusual knife, the old face would become hot.

If only these are all there is, the key is that there is still a child bride-in-law, Bai Xuemei, who is constantly on the sidelines.

"Brother Cheng, why are you blushing?"

"Brother Cheng, why are you sweating?"

"Brother Cheng, I'll fan the wind for you..."

Looking at his innocence, Han Chengcheng had the urge to plug her mouth with constant concern.

This little girl film is really bad.

Amidst the thumping sound of the leather drum, Han Cheng's ritual, which made Han Cheng dumbfounded, unfolded, unprecedentedly grand.

On the stone platform serving as the altar, there are iron axes without a sharp edge and iron knives with a sharp edge.

Chisels made in a hurry and saws that were less than 20 centimeters long and did not have time to start are also listed here.

Wu danced a dance that Han Cheng hadn't seen clearly until now, and looked particularly vigorous. He kept making some unintelligible syllables in his mouth.

Except for stones and witches, no one else in the entire tribe can understand.

This scene reminded Han Cheng of a joke—a few-year-old little Lolita, shaking her head, milky voice cried out: "Uncle, uncle, I didn’t understand some of "Journey to the West". Can you explain it to me?"

A certain uncle felt relieved and secretly said that "Journey to the West" had been read more than ten times by himself, and all the plots were all well-knowledgeable. A little question about my little niece, can I still answer it?

Then he patted his chest and praised Haikou: "Just ask, uncle has wrapped it."

Little Lori tilted her head, her big eyes flickered, and her milky voice said with a serious look: "Can uncle tell me how to chant the Curse? He chanted too fast, I didn't even hear... "

A certain uncle opened his mouth and was dumbfounded...

But don't know what he was talking about, Han Cheng thought so evilly.

The extraordinarily grand sacrifice was over. A few iron utensils were placed on the stone altar. The witch was holding the iron sword and was reluctant to let go, saying that they would be used as a sacrifice to the gods.

Han Cheng's noodles are whipped, and what he throws away in later generations is better than this knife...

Fortunately, this **** is just an imaginary thing, otherwise, the possibility of the Qingque tribe being struck by lightning is very high.

For this kind of witch behavior, Han Cheng was full of helplessness. It took such a great effort to get this piece of iron to use and create something more valuable.

It is not a good habit to leave it there to rust and not use it.

Han Cheng talked about it for a while before finally let Wu realize the mistake of his idea.

These four pieces of iron were also taken off the altar. The axe, chisel, and the even more terrible iron saw were given to the lame, wood, and black baby to grind.

When Han Cheng was sharpening the knife before, they all watched it, and they were able to do it better than under the gourd painting.

The most difficult thing to grind is not the heavy axe, but the sharp saw.

There are too many gaps in this thing, and it will jam the whetstone when it is not polished.

The progress of the grinding of several iron tools was much slower than Han Cheng expected.

The reason is that these guys can't bear to put down their efforts while grinding.

Obviously they knew that these iron utensils were extremely hard and strong and would not be damaged easily, but they were still very careful not to use too much force.

It wasn't until Han Cheng said it several times, and made a kick on his **** alone, and these guys were lame, and he slowly let go of his hands and feet.

"boom!"

The lame right hand held the sharply opened axe, and fell violently diagonally.

The axe chopped on a stick with a diameter of more than three centimeters lying flat on the stake below, and the stick was directly broken into two pieces.

One of them is short, Bengfei has gone far.

For cutting things, the knife is nowhere near a heavy and powerful axe.

Looking at the section of wooden stick that Bengfei went out, everyone in the Qingque tribe fell into a sluggish collective once again.

I thought that this axe could be used to smash stones and strike iron. Who would have thought that after sharpening the open front, it would cut the wood and be sharper than an iron knife!

Moreover, these tools made of iron are more tangible than the stone tools and bone tools they built before.

This iron is really a good thing!

No wonder the son of God spent so much effort to build it~lightnovelpub.net~ Looking at these magic weapons, the people of the Qingque tribe sincerely admired the wisdom and behavior of the son of God.

Some people think of the matter of God's son burning charcoal last year, and the reverence in his heart is even higher.

No wonder the gods spent so much effort to burn the charcoal. It turns out that the biggest purpose is not to eat barbecue, but to make this precious iron...

While other people in the Qingque tribe were sighing about the usefulness of ironware, the tribe's first carpenter limped, but frowned.

Holding the saw with a wooden handle in his hand, most of the saw body was stuck in a bowl-thick trunk 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 saw wood. It was easy at the beginning, and it saw a depth of nearly three centimeters after a while.

The speed slowed down further, and it was getting slower and slower. By now, it was completely stuck inside.

Han Cheng is no stranger to sawing, an indispensable tool for later generations of carpenters.

Even if it is unpleasant, there should be no such phenomenon as jamming.

How could the saw made by yourself be bitten so dead by wood?

Is the wood of primitive times too hungry, or is the saw made by ourselves 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 sawtooth.

The saws made by Han Cheng had the saw teeth perpendicular to the saw surface, and the saws of later generations were separated from each other one by one.

Tilt it to both sides, and the saw gap will be large, and the saw will not get stuck.

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