Chapter 19: The Hammer of Revival

The light of the fire coming from the cave seemed to burn the whole land, and standing on the ground, you could feel the heat rolling from below with the heavy roar of the ink wolf.

Looking at Wang Xu, who was sitting by the bonfire and teaching the people about herbal medicine, Mo Kui's face became more and more solemn.

He couldn't understand this man more and more, if he wasn't in a coma when he picked him up, he might really think that this man was a god.

The closer one is to God, the less he believes in God.

He has been taught by the previous generation of kings since he was a child, and he has known this truth, although he did not explicitly tell him whether there is a god in this world, but the truth that God exists as a tool of rule runs through Mo Kui's life.

The deteriorating Guzhu Kingdom had already caused problems for his rule, especially after receiving the news of the Qin State's large-scale attack on the Yan State this year, Mo Kui fell into anxiety.

Even if he has not been in contact with the strength of the Qin State, it is like thunder, and the brutality of the Qin army is even more thunderous, once the Yan State is destroyed, then Guzhu, as a vassal state, will naturally be incorporated into the rule of the Qin State.

Qin is different from all countries, it is like a never-satisfied glutton, wanting to devour all the incarnation of a part of its body, in the Yan State, the Guzhu State can also become a vassal state because of the weak way of tribute, once it falls under the rule of the Qin State, Mo Kui knows that his road to the monarch has come to an end.

In order to be able to make a last fight before this tragedy came, Mo Kui wanted to lead his clansmen to join the Qi country, but was strongly opposed by his clansmen.

The tribesmen were reluctant to leave their homeland, and at the same time they knew nothing about the impending apocalypse, and just when Mokui urgently needed a voice and rule that could be saved, the comatose Wang Xu came out.

If it weren't for the handsome eagle, a strangely dressed man would have been sacrificed as a slave at best.

But it was precisely because of this eagle that Mo Kui thought of a seamless plan, which was to use the 'oracle' to guide the direction of the clansmen.

But what he never imagined was that this strange man who appeared out of thin air disrupted all his plans, and even voided his right to rule.

At the same time, because of a series of chain reactions in Wang Xu, Mo Kui was shaken many times and was at a loss.

"Old man, go to bed early when you're old." Wang Li's strange voice interrupted Mo Kui's musings.

Mo Kui's body stiffened, and he turned his head with a smile, "The emperor is still working for the country, how can he be lazy as a courtier, but if Wucheng Jun is tired, he can rest earlier." ”

"Do you know who I am?" Wang Li raised his eyebrows slightly.

"The Emperor told me." Mokui smiled.

"I didn't expect a wild genus to have a person like you who knows etiquette." Wang Li smiled.

"The country of Guzhu was also a princely country a hundred years ago." Mo Kui said proudly.

"I did hear of the name of the Lonely Bamboo Country, but I thought it was destroyed by Qi, but I didn't expect there to be remnants." Wang Li smiled, "But you are all so down, why don't you include it in the Yan Kingdom, but would rather drink blood in the forest than keep the country name?" ”

"As long as the Lone Bamboo Country survives, it will guard the territory of northern Liaobei for Yin Shang for one day." Mo Kui said stiffly.

"You are loyal merchants." Wang Li squinted his eyes and smiled, "But you are also lucky, when the Yin Shang Emperor in the Mandate of Heaven comes to the world, you, the monarch, have made a great contribution." ”

Mo Kui frowned slightly, as if he heard what Wang Li had said.

"Don't worry, the Lonely Bamboo Kingdom and I have a life-saving grace, although I am only a small Wu Chengjun, but there is no problem in protecting you in the Qin Kingdom." Wang Li said with a smile.

"Then thank you Wucheng Jun for your kindness, but the emperor seems to have his own plans, and we as courtiers must obey the emperor's orders." Mo Kui said quietly.

"Respecting the emperor's life is the duty of a courtier, and the monarch is a duty." Wang Li smiled and patted Mo Kui's shoulder, and walked around him to Wang Xu's side.

Mo Kui wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and followed.

Wang Xu is leading the people to play with sand.

Sand is not the same thing as sand, sand is to be polished manually, so the grain and fullness will be stronger, suitable for sand molds or grinding tools.

Because the sand is polished by the power of nature over thousands of years, it is extremely fine and soft, and it is suitable for some soft products.

Wang Xu led his people to polish the sand out, made a simple hammer sand mold, and waited for the molten iron in the earthen blast furnace.

"It's been burning for an hour, and I've burned several trees, can it still be done?" Wang Li asked with a yawn.

"Charcoal has a limited amount of heat, and if there were coal, it would have been burned long ago." Wang Xu smiled: "If you are sleepy, you can go to sleep first." ”

"I just want to see if this sand you can make it." Wang Li shook his head, "I've never seen you cast like this." ”

"You'll know when the time comes." Wang Xu smiled, touched the head of the child who was already asleep on the stone next to him, and said to his parents, "You guys go to sleep first." ”

All the adults shook their heads, indicating that the emperor did not sleep, how dare they sleep first.

Wang Xu didn't force it, and continued to take them to play with sand.

"It's on!" With a rough roar from the ink wolf, all the drowsy people woke up instantly, their eyes widened, and they watched Wang Xu pick up the Luoyang shovel, shovel a shovel of bright red and burning molten iron from the earthen blast furnace, and pour it into it through the mouth of the sand mold.

The spilled bright red molten iron dissolved the sand at a rate visible to the naked eye, making a tooth-aching dissolving sound and a pungent smell.

After more than ten seconds, the molten iron was completely cooled and knocked out, and after a burst of green smoke came out of the surface layer of water cooling, a shaped hammer head was presented in front of everyone.

"Keep burning." Wang Xu shouted at the ink wolf below.

Then he squatted down and knocked the head of the hammer with a stone hammer, probably because it had not been completely cooled, and it was concave into a small piece.

"There are still too many impurities." Wang Xu shook his head regretfully.

"It's not strong without a hundred trials." Wang Li squatted on the ground and looked at it and said.

"With a hammer, there can naturally be a hundred irons." Wang Xu smiled, and waited for the hammer head to be completely cooled and then installed with a wooden handle, although it was not the first time to cast, but it was quite commemorative to successfully cast in such a primitive environment.

This small hammer will become the hammer of the revival of this lost civilization of the wild tribe.

After passing this hammer, which is of average quality but rich in special significance, to the clansmen, Wang Xu once again won the respect and awe of everyone.

The birth of a new tool symbolizes their confession to the crude stone tool, although they do not know what the hammer can do.

With this fire still not extinguished, Wang Xu threw the remaining iron ore into it, and then led the people to make a sand mold of axes and arrow clusters, and worked all night until dawn.

Finally, I squandered all the more than 100 catties of pig iron.

The results still did not reach Wang Xu's goal, perhaps the quality of this batch of poor ore was too poor, or the energy of charcoal was insufficient, more than 100 catties of pig iron were cast with six axes, an iron pot and five hammers, and twenty-six rough arrows, and the rest became scrap iron.

These things add up to less than 30 catties, the loss rate is more than 60%, and it also burns all the wood hoarded in the clan, which can be described as a huge cost.

But even so, the clansmen were overjoyed, they didn't understand what wasting was, what was cost, they were more concerned about the fact that the clan could cast iron, which was the most important achievement for them.

Mo Kui stayed up all night, his eyes were red, and his already thin body looked even thinner, looking at Wang Xu, who was surrounded by the clansmen in the center and bowing, he sighed and walked towards the thatched hut at sunrise.

The back is lonely and sour.