The flaming torches, after being thrown into the bottom of the earthen blast furnace, first ignited the little dry wood in it.

Soon after, in the air preheating chamber at the bottom of the earthen blast furnace, the pre-placed coal was also ignited.

At this time, the two craftsmen with particularly strong arm muscles began to pull the bellows hard, constantly blowing wind into the earthen blast furnace.

This kind of time lasted for a whole morning.

During this period, a group of craftsmen and male totem warriors such as hooligans kept replacing the inside of the furnace, hoping that the iron ore in the furnace could become the kind of molten iron in Brother Yong's mouth as soon as possible.

The process of waiting anxiously waited until everyone had eaten a little lunch in a hurry and barely filled their stomachs.

Song Yong, who was holding a toothpick, began to climb up the shelf next to the blast furnace, and after glancing inside, there was a furnace of magma-like things inside.

Finally, in front of the people who were staring at him, this sentence came out of his mouth:

"Looks like it's almost there, open the valve and release the molten iron. ”

As soon as he heard this, he had already pressed his six fingers, and hurriedly pulled it open with force, which was used to plug a gap in the middle and lower parts of the earth blast furnace.

Suddenly, the fiery red molten iron slowly flowed out of this gap.

The magma-like thing flowed down a diagonally downward natively groove towards an iron-frying furnace next to the blast furnace.

In this process, four men with numb hands and feet kept holding sapper shovels with long wooden handles, and picked out the slag mixed with molten iron one by one.

Originally, it was more convenient to use tongs as a labor tool to do such an action.

But the problem is, didn't Song Yong think of such a point before, and didn't bring it over!

The so-called iron furnace is nothing more than a large pit dug in the ground, and a layer of refractory bricks is padded at the bottom, and the overall shape is like an ancient teacup.

Underneath the iron-making furnace, an earthen stove was dug out.

At this moment, the anthracite coal, which is constantly burning violently, is considered to be the molten iron in the iron furnace, and it has been maintained at the necessary temperature.

When I arrived at a furnace in the earthen blast furnace, it was about 500 catties of heavy molten iron.

All of it flowed down the groove to the iron furnace, and several men with sapper shovels stirred hard in it.

This practice is said to improve the quality of molten iron.

In the Western world of the modern plane, which kind of tongs steel was first refined, it was the refining method of continuous stirring.

The specific truth or falsehood, Song Yong is not so clear.

Anyway, that's what the cheats say, and he did it according to the above!

Originally, as long as qualified pig iron was smelted, this attempt at the earthen blast furnace was already qualified, and it was also an unprecedented feat in the primitive era.

If there is a better quality steel in the whole out, it is also a surprise.

After a long period of stirring, the molten iron in the iron oven gradually became viscous, and even the whole pot of molten iron in the back turned into a large jelly-like thing one by one.

After signaling one of the men, after scooping out a lump of molten iron several catties in size, it was finally time for Brother Yong to perform.

A lump of iron balls in itself has no effect on the Gray Rabbit Tribe.

Only the weapons and tools that are processed and forged with these iron materials can make the Gray Rabbit tribe work more efficiently and double their combat effectiveness.

And to complete the forging process of this magical transformation, except for Song Yong, a modern person, at least no one else in the Gray Rabbit Tribe has a related concept.

So at this moment, Song Yong stood up, so it was a matter of course.

In order to provide himself with the necessary protection, Song Yong made all preparations as much as possible before the demonstration.

After wearing a thick deerskin apron in front of him and a pair of deerskin gloves on his hands, Song Yong did not forget and put on his explosion-proof helmet.

And he still put down the mask and protected his handsome face without fail.

After all this preparation, he walked to the front of the forging platform.

Speaking of which, at such a historic and important moment, the Gray Rabbit tribe even looked ridiculously shabby even with the forging table necessary for forging.

Because of Song Yong's goods, the reason why he forgot this.

There is not even an iron felt for forging on the forging table, so it can only be replaced by a piece of quartz stone with barely made up hardness and a smooth surface.

Standing in front of and behind the forging table, the iron is still soft enough at high temperatures.

Song Yong seized the time and began to wave the iron urge.

While beating, Song Yong's mouth had not forgotten, and he began to explain to the natives:

"The sword is the king of a hundred soldiers, and now I will forge a king-like long sword for you, which is to let you remember one thing: we are surrounded by tigers and wolves, and only by fighting with swords and plows can we survive well in such an environment. ”

In such an explanation, Song Yong's face was so sacred, and even glowed with a layer of shining light.

The natives who listened to their Yong brother in their ears and told such a profound truth also nodded their heads one after another, and they were a little deeply convinced.

It's a pity that such an incomparably harmonious scene, if there is no later scene, it will be more perfect.

I saw that after Song Yong's hard beating, his face gradually became a little embarrassed.

Later, in his mouth, there was a new change in the statement:

"What! The sword is the courage of a hundred soldiers, in fact, I found that with your combat skills, it is more suitable for the knife as a weapon; whether it is a sword or a sword, there is a weapon that can be used for you to fight, and the difference is not big!"

Upon hearing this, the natives continued to nod their heads, feeling that there was nothing wrong with them.

That guy wielded a pig-killing knife and slashed people, and they had been envious of them for a long time, but unfortunately, Brother Yong also brought back a knife like this, and they couldn't find a weapon if they wanted to imitate it.

After all, wielding a light watermelon knife, it is a lot weaker in terms of momentum!

Now that the tribe can forge this thing themselves, they can put two handfuls on their belts.

In fact, Song Yong didn't want to do this, mainly after his hard work, he found that the thing that was beaten into a puddle under his hands was really unable to turn into a slender and handsome long sword.

As for the machete on his back and the like, he felt that he could save it somewhat......

In the end, after a long period of thrashing, Song Yong raised a brick-like thing with a handle in his hand and made a final explanation in his mouth.

"Ahem~ I think it's a kitchen knife, it's one of a hundred soldiers~ What the hell is one of the hundred soldiers. ”

"Anyway, before the battle, you still have to eat a full stomach, so that you have the strength to fight, isn't it! And before you eat your stomach, my big kitchen knife must be necessary; besides, no one has stipulated that kitchen knives can't cut people, right?"

Holding an ugly crying kitchen knife in his hand, Song Yong's mouth was so forcibly explained.

After passing through the water, the kitchen knife with a slightly hot temperature was still passed in the hands of the natives.

It's just a kitchen knife weighing several pounds, but after they hold it in their hands, it weighs the same as a thousand pounds, which makes them feel so heavy.

The scoundrel took the thing that had not yet been opened, and slashed at the hard quartz stone with a knife from the ground.

I saw that a conspicuous spark flickered, and under such a slash, it would have been broken into several pieces if it was replaced by the stone knife they were accustomed to in the past.

And this heavy, thick-backed kitchen knife only has a small gap.

Suddenly, a sudden shout of 'good, good knife~' rang out in the mouths of these people, and it spread far and wide in the village.

Since the beginning of the morning, I have realized something, and the village, which has become extremely quiet and dignified, immediately relaxed.

The women and cubs who were nervous in their instincts suddenly showed happy smiles on their faces.

The women's hands bowed and their busy movements seemed more brisk, and the cubs fought with each other again like monkeys whose grip had been loosened.

In such a unique way, the celebration of such a historic moment......

Obviously, these people in the Gray Rabbit tribe are, without exception, perfect pragmatists.

What they care more about is whether the forged thing can be used, whether it is good or not, rather than the kind of small problem that Song Yong is worried about, whether this thing is good enough or not.

Take advantage of these guys, baby-like to appreciate kitchen knives.

Song Yong, who was extremely embarrassed, secretly wiped his forehead, which was full of cold sweat.

Then he found that he seemed to be happy a little too soon, for after handing the kitchen knife in his hand to the next native, the scoundrel began to propose:

"Brother Yong, I think this is the first iron tool forged by our Gray Rabbit Tribe, which has extremely important commemorative significance; ”

As soon as the gangster's proposal came out, Song Yong's sentence of 'don't~', which was full of horror, was stuck in his throat and didn't have time to say it.

The voices of other people's echoes are expressed one after another.

"Yes, yes, I think this approach is too good, it must be preserved, so that the younger generations can admire and worship, and know the greatness of Brother Yong, your old man. ”

So, even if the gangster's proposal was implemented in this way.

The problem is, when I think of the museum of the gray rabbit tribe that has been completely developed hundreds of years later, a certain tour guide girl points to this lump displayed in the exhibition position, and cries ugly.

introduced to the little cubs: "Look, this is the treasure knife that the great Brother Yong made with his own hands. ”

At this time, you say that embarrassment is not embarrassing, and disgrace is not ashamed.