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

One by one, the crowd happily prepared for the upcoming assembly to announce the gods.

Looking at this knife, which not only looked like it didn't look like the audience, but was not very sharp, Han Cheng's old face turned red again.

"Wu, don't tell the gods."

Han Cheng looked at Wu who was excitedly making final preparations, and said out loud again.

I can't handle this thing.

On weekdays, he doesn't express much opinion, but in this matter, he is extremely resolute.

He insisted that the Iron Blade was a supreme treasure that needed to be informed.

Not only him, but the entire Qingque tribe all thought the same way.

Han Cheng had to agree half-pushing, that is, after seeing the fanfare of the tribe, when he looked at this simple and abnormal knife, his old face couldn't help but get hot.

If that's all there is to it, the key is that there is Bai Xuemei, the little child's daughter-in-law, who is constantly mending the knife on the side.

"Brother Cheng, why are you red?"

"Brother Cheng, why are you sweating?"

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

Looking at his innocent face, constantly asking his little daughter-in-law with concern, Han Chengcheng had the urge to plug her mouth.

This little girl is really bad.

In the sound of the leather drum, the sacrifice that made Han Cheng cry and laugh unfolded, which was unprecedentedly grand.

On the stone platform that served as the altar, there were iron axes that did not open and iron knives that opened edges.

The hastily made chisel and the saw, which was no more than twenty centimeters long and which also did not have time to strike, were also among them.

Wu danced a dance that Han Cheng hadn't understood so far, and he looked extremely energetic, and his mouth kept emitting some incomprehensible syllables.

Except for the stone and the witch, no one else in the entire tribe should be able to understand.

This scene reminded Han Cheng of a joke - a few years old little Lori, shaking her little head, and shouted in a milky voice: "Uncle, uncle, I didn't understand some of "Journey to the West", can you explain it to me?" ”

An uncle's heart was relieved, and he secretly said that he had watched "Journey to the West" no less than ten times, and he remembered all the plots, and he couldn't answer a small question about his little niece?

Then he patted his chest and boasted to the sea: "Just ask, my uncle has it." ”

Little Lori tilted her head, her big eyes flickered, and she said with a serious face: "Uncle, can you tell me how to pronounce the mantra?" He read it so fast that I couldn't even hear it......"

An uncle opened his mouth and looked confused......

But Bei Wu didn't know what he was talking about, Han Cheng thought with a wicked taste.

At the end of the extraordinarily solemn sacrifice, several iron utensils were placed on the stone altar, and the witch held the iron knife and was unwilling to let go, saying that he wanted to use these as instruments for sacrificing to the gods.

Han Cheng's dough was pumped, and the quality of the knife that was lost in later generations was better than this one......

Fortunately, this god is just a fictitious thing, otherwise, the possibility of the Qingque tribe being struck by lightning will be very high.

For Wu's behavior, Han Cheng was full of helplessness, and it took so much effort to get this iron weapon out, just to use it and create something more valuable.

It's not a good habit to leave it rusty and unused.

Han Chenghao talked for a while before Wu finally realized the mistake of his thinking.

These four iron tools were also removed from the altar, and the axes, chisels, and even more miserable iron saws were divided among the three people of lame, wood, and black baby to grind.

When Han Cheng sharpened his knife before, they all watched, and they could still do it well under the gourd painting.

The hardest thing to grind is not the bulky axe, but the toothy saw.

There are too many openings in this thing, and if you don't get it right when you sharpen it, it will jam the whetstone.

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

The reason is that these guys are reluctant to put in the effort when grinding.

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

It wasn't until Han Cheng said it several times and made up for it on the ass that these lame guys slowly let go of their hands and feet.

"Bang!"

The lame right hand held the axe that had been sharpened, and it fell diagonally and fiercely.

The axe was slashed at a stick more than three centimeters in diameter that lay flat on the stake below, and the stick was broken in two.

One of the short ones flew away.

Chopping things, the knife is nowhere near as heavy and powerful as an axe.

Looking at the wooden stick that flew out, everyone in the Qingque tribe once again collectively fell into a stupor.

I thought that this axe could be used to crush stones and strike iron, but who would have thought that after sharpening the blade, the wood would be sharper than the iron knife!

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

This iron is really a good thing!

No wonder the Son of God spent so much effort, and he also had to talk about iron to build.

Looking at these few divine weapons, everyone in the Qingque tribe sincerely admired the wisdom and behavior of the Divine Son.

Some people think of the fact that Miko was bent on burning charcoal last year, and the reverence in their hearts is even greater.

It is no wonder that the Divine Son has to go to great lengths to burn the charcoal, and the biggest purpose is not to roast meat, but to refine this precious iron......

While the rest of the Qingque tribe was sighing about the good use of the iron tools, the first carpenter of the tribe was lame, but he frowned.

In his hand he held the saw with a wooden handle, most of which was stuck in a trunk the thickness of a bowl in front of him.

Not only was he frowning, but Han Cheng was also frowning.

This unique iron saw of the Qingque tribe is used to saw wood, and it was very easy at the beginning, and it was sawed down nearly three centimeters in a short time.

The further down the speed is slower, and it is getting slower and slower, and by now, it is completely stuck in it.

Han Cheng is no stranger to sawing, a necessary tool for carpenters in later generations, and it is used to saw wood at a fast speed.

Even if it's not fast, it shouldn't be jammed.

How could a self-made saw be bitten to death by wood?

Was the wood of primitive times too hungry, or was the self-made saw too thick?

Han Cheng frowned and scratched his head.

After a careful observation and comparison of the saw in his impression, Han Cheng finally found the problem.

It's all about sawtooth.

The saws built by Han Cheng have the teeth perpendicular to the saw surface, while the saws of later generations are separated from each other to both sides.

If you tilt it to both sides, the gap between the saws will be larger, and the saws will not be stuck.

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