Chapter Twenty-Seven: The God of Metallurgy - Chiyou

Unity is strength.

This slogan has been shouted by human beings for millions of years, and without this slogan, it would be impossible for human beings at the individual grassroots level in the biological chain to develop to the current level of civilization, let alone climb to the top of the food chain.

But the essence of solidarity is also fear.

Because of fear, people of the same kind form alliances to help each other resist the enemy, and in the process everyone moves towards one goal, which is called unity.

But after addressing a fear, that unity will naturally fall apart.

So at this time, in order for the group to continue to unite, the leader has to look for the next fear or enemy to protect the interests of the group, which is called external fear.

However, with the increase and differentiation of group interests, human beings will have their own problems, that is, the initial 'doubts' and 'disagreements', because of these doubts and disagreements, the Yellow Emperor, the ancestor of China, had to distribute his sons to stabilize his own ruling power and his own group interests.

Of course, Wang Xu doesn't need to think about these differences and doubts now, he is now in the eyes of the people of the Guzhu Country, and he will not be questioned, so he only needs to find the next enemy or target to guide the clansmen, and the cohesion of the group will gradually take shape.

Cracking down on Mokui is an inevitable result, because in order to form a cohesive force in the collective, it is necessary to suppress the individual, not only to fight Mokui, but even to fight others in the future, because the stability of the collective is the result of the infinite suppression of the individual, which belongs to internal fear.

The collective, which lacks internal fear, is a rabble.

A collective that lacks external fears will look distracted.

It's an inevitable choice for social creatures, and it's the most complex thing in the world, the human heart.

But fortunately, the people of the Guzhu country are simple and do not have too many complicated thoughts, because their external fear is too great, after all, they are still in the level of being poorly clothed and hungry, and before Wang Xu came, they mainly relied on gathering for a living.

Because the cost of hunting is very high for this tribe where men are not thriving, there is also a willingness to use the elm head of the ink wolf, and hunt without a sharp iron arrow, but with a beast tooth arrow with limited lethality.

Therefore, the prey in the previous clan was basically small creatures such as rabbits and pheasants, which was not enough for the hunters to replenish their energy.

But now that Wang Xu has brought advanced concepts of iron-smelting technology and making the best use of things, the state of the entire tribe is obviously different.

With the axe poured yesterday, Wang Xu led twenty men in the clan, leaving three men to look after the house, and walked into the jungle.

Because there is a migration route, the trees on the road must be cleared, and at least a path can accommodate a carriage two meters wide.

But in practice, Wang Xu found that the difficulty was indeed a bit high.

The twelve clansmen took turns to cut down, and for more than an hour, they only advanced less than half a meter, completely dispelling Wang Xu's idea of 'moving the fortress'.

"Forget it, let's change to a wheelbarrow." Wang Xu squatted next to a freshly cut down tree stump, studying the mushroom and muttering.

"What's that?" Wang Li, who was fiddling with the binoculars, turned around and asked.

"It's okay, you've been watching it for so long, and I haven't seen you shoot, and our dinner tonight hasn't been settled yet." Wang Xu complained.

"I can't die of hunger for a day, and when my people come, I'm afraid that there will be no food?" Wang Li snorted lightly.

"Having food is not in conflict with hunting, can you still rely on your people to get food?" Wang Xu gave him a blank look.

"What's so difficult about that, after the Yan Kingdom is pacified, according to our plan, the army will stay here for at least a year, and then we will use the village in front of us as a granary to supply, enough to feed us." Wang Li said with a smile.

"If that's the case, why are we moving?" Wang Xu finally found a handful of what he knew in a group of mushrooms and put them in the rattan basket next to him.

Picking mushrooms is a very dangerous job, because if you don't pay attention to it, picking poisonous mushrooms is a matter of human life, even if Wang Xu has rich experience in surviving in the wild, but he can't guarantee that in this land more than 2,000 years ago, the mushrooms he knew before were not poisonous, after all, mushrooms will evolve in more than 2,000 years.

So he only chose the 'fourth treasure of the Northeast' hazelnut mushroom, which is a unique weapon for chicken stewed mushrooms, and Wang Xu's favorite dish in the past, pheasant stewed mushrooms.

As soon as he thought of these, Wang Xu was a little irritated and said to Wang Li, "Hurry up, stop the ink, and give me a few pheasants." ”

"Pheasant?" Wang Li was stunned.

"It's a pheasant." Wang Xu swallowed.

"Earlier, I saw a group just now." Wang Li chuckled lightly and beckoned the ink wolf to go hunting.

After Wang Xu watched Wang Li and the ink wolf lurking silently in the dense forest, he was suddenly full of good feelings for this dense forest.

Although it has temporarily become an obstacle to its own progress, everything in this forest will become the foundation of its own foothold, and unconsciously, Wang Xu has turned this forest into his own 'territory'.

Touching the giant trees that were cut down, Wang Xu felt for the first time that the advantage of ancient times was that these trees did not cost money, and these clansmen who sweated like rain and cut down trees did not need money.

Wang Xu silently perfected his own development line, and the first step was to 'take grain as the key link' and borrow the 'commune model' of later great men to carry out all-round spiritual civilization construction in Guzhu Country.

Wang Xu really wants to know whether he can create a harmonious communist era by implementing this concept all the time.

Wang Xu, who was immersed in the blueprint planning, was called back to reality by an exclamation, and nervously got up to find the source of the sound, and found that the clansmen were all kneeling in the open space not far away.

"What's wrong?" Wang Xu wondered.

"The Emperor begs forgiveness." A sturdy clansman knelt on the ground and said tremblingly as he pointed to the axe that had been broken in two on the ground.

"Sure enough, it's still too brittle." Wang Xu picked up the broken axe and sighed, and said to the clansmen, "Get up, it's not your problem, it's because I and Chi You are not good at studying theology." ”

The clansmen all stared at Wang Xu with wide eyes.

Although the cultural level of the people of Guzhu is not high, but under the influence of the Yin Shang civilization, they are familiar with the mythological era, they may not be able to distinguish how many emperors there are in the Yin Shang, but the story of the three emperors and the five emperors is indeed memorized.

All this is due to Mo Kui, as a great witch, in addition to managing the country (tribe), the main thing is to tell myths and stories to the people.

Mokui told myths to his people in order to consolidate his theocracy.

But for the clansmen, it is the only pastime and longing in their lives, in other words, it can also be regarded as an alternative spiritual belief.

It is precisely because of the belief that these mythical gods will save them that they are so tenacious to survive in this barren land.

So when Wang Xu mentioned Chi You's name, everyone was excited.

The ink wolf told them about Wang Xu's god power yesterday, and they were convinced of the ink wolf's description, Wang Xu was the god of heaven, so he must have something to do with the ancient mythological characters!

This feeling is as exciting as the children who worship Sun Wukong in later generations and really have the opportunity to meet Sun Wukong's friends.

"The emperor's metallurgical skills were learned from Chi You?" A junior clan member asked excitedly, "But wasn't he killed by Emperor Yan and Huang?" ”

"It's just a mortal grudge, and they're still good friends with us." Wang Xu smiled and motioned for everyone to sit down, "The metallurgical technique was brought down by Chi You from the Heavenly Realm, but because the human world can't stand the power of the Heavenly Metallurgy Technique, it will cause destruction, so the Yellow Emperor and the Yan Emperor will have a war with Chi You." ”

"Chi You is really a bad person, no wonder the Yellow Emperor will kill him." The young clansman said excitedly.

"Who said Chi You is dead?" Wang Xu smiled and said, "With the character of the Yellow Emperor's benevolence, how could he kill Chi You?" The two emperors of Yan and Huang joined forces to seal the art of metallurgy, and Ge You deeply discussed the advantages and disadvantages of metallurgy for the world, and finally Chi You discovered his mistake, surrendered to the Yellow Emperor, and began to study the art of metallurgy that is beneficial to the world. ”

"Metallurgy that is good for the world? Is metallurgy still beneficial? Wang Li came back with two pheasants that were still dripping with blood, threw them aside and asked curiously.

"Metallurgy is the highest level, it can move mountains and reclaim the sea, pierce the void, what do you think is the benefit of such a metallurgical technique to the world?" Wang Xu glanced at Wang Li and said with a smile.

Wang shook his hand: "Move mountains and reclaim the sea?" ”

"How many people do you have in Xianyang?" Wang Xu asked.

"That's a million!" Wang Li said proudly.

"With a wave of his hand, the ground sank ten feet, the bones were gone, and everything was turned to powder." Wang Xu said with an indifferent expression.

Wang Li gasped, his pupils shrunk, and he was speechless in shock.

On the contrary, the other tribesmen were at a loss, because they didn't understand what a million people were called, and they didn't know where Xianyang was.

"Really?" Wang Li slowed down for a long time before he came back to his senses, and said in a trembling voice.

"Of course, otherwise heaven and earth are unkind, how can all things be dogs?" Wang Xu smiled, and continued to explain the story of Chiyou and the art of iron smelting to the people who were full of curiosity.

This story was just compiled by Wang Xu, combining his rich archaeological knowledge and understanding of theocracy and communism, and synthesizing into a touching story of harmony and friendship, and tirelessly overcoming obstacles for human civilization.