"The Son of God..."

The wood was carrying these two precious, unusual, and significant iron objects. For a while, I didn't know what to say, I only knew how to mumble and call the **** son.

Han Cheng raised his arm, patted **** the wooden shoulder, and said with a smile: "Do it hard."

Wood nodded vigorously.

Shang's expression is very complicated. Looking at the two ironware in Mumu's hands, there is envy, unwillingness, and unevenness...

It may have something to do with his experience. He is very concerned about weapons and the like.

Now that there is iron that is better than stone and bone, he naturally associates it with weapons.

If such strong and sharp iron is mounted on a wooden spear, instead of stone spears and bone spears as iron spears, wouldn't it be more powerful?

Whether it is used for hunting or defense, it is a great improvement in combat power.

If you encounter the evil tribe that killed their tribe in the past, with an iron spear in your hand, you will definitely be able to defeat them!

With this idea in his mind, among the people of the Qingque tribe, he is the most enthusiastic looking for iron bacteria.

Seeing the iron drill that was made, he was very happy, because in his opinion, it was very similar to the bones tied to a wooden pole and the tip of a stone spear, and it was used to mount a wooden spear. Just right.

So when Han Cheng took this thing and walked toward the crowd, he was most excited, thinking that this newly crafted thing was none other than him.

However, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. What is made with so much iron is not a weapon, it is used to smash stones...

How can this calm down in his heart?

Previously it was tools, but this time it’s tools, there are no weapons...

…Threshing millet can be beaten with a wooden fork. Didn’t the tribes do this in the past two years?

Haven't all the food received in the house?

Why do you have to create that kind of stone roller that doesn't know what it looks like?

"...It's not tiring to beat the millet, you don't need a stone roller to..."

No matter how calm people are, when they are impulsive, after holding back for a long time in this matter, they finally couldn't help but speak.

Han Cheng paused, looking a little worried and dissatisfied on his face, he sighed slightly in his heart.

It is easy to share adversity, but it is difficult to share prosperity.

When everyone has bare buttocks and only worry about their stomachs, it is easy to use strength. Firstly, everyone is the same. There is no comparison. Secondly, it is easier to live by holding a group for warmth.

When the tribulations have passed and the life is rich, it is not so easy to try to achieve harmony in one place as before.

There will always be people who feel that they have contributed more and less, others have more, everyone feels wronged and suffered...

From the most primitive public ownership to private ownership is a historical progress. However, as the surplus wealth continues to increase, selfishness, self-interest, power and other suppressed things that cannot be lifted will slowly grow and eventually emerge. ,

This is an irreversible event in historical development, and one gains and the other loses.

This is why Han Cheng sighed.

If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight.

The harmony he desires, as it is now, will one day be broken by more and more abundant materials.

What defeats mankind and causes a large number of human deaths will not be natural disasters, but man-made disasters.

When Tiandi is no longer an opponent, more and more powerful people will turn the goal of fighting to the same kind...

But when faced with these, it is not powerless.

These inherent things in people’s hearts can be guided and used by establishing systems, strengthening ideological education, and developing etiquette.

Thinking of this in his heart, Han Cheng smiled, feeling that he was thinking too long and unreasonably worried.

From public ownership to private ownership is not accomplished overnight, but a gradual and long-term process.

If the Qingque tribe wants to get there, there is still a lot to go.

With one's own existence and adopting appropriate methods, the Qingque tribe may not necessarily reach the out-of-control situation that one has imagined.

"Threshing grain is not tired?"

Han Cheng looked at Shang who had no longer spoken, and asked aloud.

These matters in the game are generally responsible for the main force with a few people from the balloon, and the others don't interfere much, and they don't have much contact with them.

In his opinion, it doesn't take too much effort to play on the field. Just keep beating. How tired can it be?

However, he did not speak, because he felt that he did it today, it seemed something was wrong, but the iron weapon...

There is no need to speak, Han Chengcheng can know what he thinks.

It’s human nature to have good eyes and low hands, magnify one's own pain, reduce the efforts of others, and always feel that others can succeed casually.

He didn't get too entangled in this matter, and looked up at the sun hanging in the sky.

The temperature is low, but the sky is good.

Han Cheng smiled and pointed to the pile of millet poles, and said to Shang: "Then go to the playing field. You didn't play too clean before, so I will play again today.

Seeing that there was a smile on the face of the **** child, and he did not look angry, the heart that Shang mentioned was relieved.

He was really worried that he would upset the son of God.

Shang took the wooden fork and set off. In order to let him see how tiring the game was, Han Cheng specifically explained that the balloon and others helped him stand, only let him complete the game independently.

Carrying the wooden fork, he picked up some light grain poles, felt the weight of the wooden fork in his hand, and smiled on his face.

This thing is really too light. It's far better than carrying a heavy stone. I haven't been afraid of driving a stone. How can I be stumped by such a fluttering grain pole?

The son of God did make a big fuss this time.

"Huh, bang..."

The wooden fork turned a half circle in the air with the sound of wind, and patted it on the spreading corn pole, which seemed extremely relaxed.

Han Cheng on the edge of the iron-making furnace, with a smile on his face as he watched the pat of Gu Guan in the distance.

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Han Cheng looked at the shame that had already taken off his shirt, and said to the second brother with a smile.

Now that Shang has some different ideas, let's use these grains to get him through.

"Huh..."

Shang panted while wiping sweat.

At this time, he is no longer energetic, and his strong arms have become a little sore. When he raises the fork, he will tremble slightly.

How can you be so tired?

Seeing that there are more than half of the straws that have not been slapped, he thought to himself.

This kind of work shouldn't be so tiring, it's more tiring than moving rocks.

He paused for a while, then raised the heavy wooden fork, and slapped the unfinished valley pole...()