Wang Lang took a relatively strong stone and smashed it down on a nail.

After smashing all four nails, the nail with the most tin was broken, and two of them were cracked, but they were still intact.

What excites Wang Lang the most is that the nail with the least tin content is almost intact, leaving only some shallow scars on the surface.

This effect is already comparable to ironware, and the ratio of copper five tin one is undoubtedly good news for Wang Lang, there is not much tin in the tribe, and it is definitely a lucky thing to be able to get the best effect with a small amount of tin.

The tin mine found before was too far away from here, and that place was worthless to the tribe for a long time, so Wang Lang could only make the most of the tin he currently had, and use these bronzes to make the tools that the tribe continues to want, as for the weapon, it is not so important, the strength of the ordinary brass hardness can meet the requirements of making weapons.

The others, who were not blind, could see which one was best, and the fire picked up the nail that was intact and said, "Lang, shall we use this?" ”

Wang Lang nodded and said: "We will make all the tin in the tribe into tools, and as for the weapons, we will use copper instead, and in a few days we will use copper to make some spearheads and arrowheads, and you will send those to the grassland, and bring all the tin there." ”

Huo agreed with Wang Lang's words, he also thought that weapons were not the most important, tin weapons could make them meet gods and ghosts, but the tools were different, and the shock brought to him by the saw a few days ago was too great.

Wang Lang knew that with metal tools, the tribe would develop extremely quickly, and some things that he couldn't think of before would be created little by little in his own hands.

"There will be bread, there will be milk, everything will be there." Wang Lang looked at the dancing firelight, as if he saw the future prosperity of the tribe.

The determined copper-tin ratio, in the next few days, the tribe mobilized to melt all the copper and tin into alloys, and made a large number of copper blocks, and the small tribe was smoky and hot all day, but no one had a word of complaint, they all knew that what they were doing would bring great changes to the tribe.

Soon after, the production of new bronze axes, bronze saws, bronze nails was completed.

Huo held the golden and shining copper axe, feeling the weight in his hands, and his mood was agitated, just now, he took this axe and cut off the wood with the thickness of his calf in two or three strokes, but there was not even a single gap left in the axe.

Seeing this shocking scene, the tribe boiled, with these tools, people's walls can be made bigger, stronger and more comfortable houses can be built, and a better life beckons to them.

With the help of new tools, people used saws to make a lot of flat planks, and the molds made were much more standardized, with flat and standardized clay molds, Wang Lang fired many pottery in the shape of tools, smeared these pottery with plant and wood ash, and pressed directly into the clay mold to make a perfect model, shovels, planers, daggers, and short swords can be described as varied.

Under the concept of not pursuing beauty but only practicality, people made it very quickly, and a large number of tools and weapons were made in a few days.

Most of the copper brought back has been consumed, all the tin has been used up, people look at the glittering bronze on the ground, everyone is full of pride, these things are made by their efforts and sweat, and more importantly, when they return to the grassland residence, they have something to brag about to others.

"Lang, let's go cut down trees, with these things, we can cut down a large area of trees in a day." Huo said excitedly.

Wang Lang glanced at him and said in his heart: "Does this guy have any obsessive-compulsive disorder for cutting trees, can he still be addicted to cutting trees?" ”

Looking at the others, they all deeply agreed with Huo's words, and looked eager to try, Wang Lang was speechless for a while.

"Now we are not busy cutting down trees, we will cook another batch of salt in a few days, fire! You and the bark take some of your stuff back to the grassland, and bring back the rest of the tin. Wang Lang said.

Hearing that it was not his turn to be able to show his face when he returned to the grassland tribe, he was very unhappy that he could not behave in front of those women, and rolled his eyes, Kong Yi thought of an idea, snickered, tried to pretend to be righteous and awe-inspiring, and said to Wang Lang: "Chief, how about leaving the bark, leave such a laborious matter to me!" He's been tired all this time. ”

Wang Lang looked at his clumsy acting skills, didn't know what the hell he was going to do, and asked, "Oh! Why don't I see you being positive about these things, why are you so concerned this time? ”

"Usually? I usually work hard! Kong said with a serious face.

Wang Lang turned his head to look at the bark and asked, "What do you think?" ”

Seeing that Kong Yi actually wanted to rob him of his beauty, Bark wanted to go over and beat Kong Yi, but in front of Wang Lang, he couldn't do it, so he could only hold back his anger and said: "I have good physical strength, I don't need him to worry about it, I can still row the raft!" ”

"You heard that, let's go back to the bark!" Wang Lang shrugged his shoulders and said.

"But..."

Seeing that Kong Yi was about to say something more, Wang Lang waved his hand and said, "That's it!" The people who are here have other things. ”

Bark looked at Kong Yi and smiled proudly, and Kong Yi was almost mad.

Huo ignored the smell of gunpowder between the two of them, looked at Wang Lang and asked, "Lang, what's the important thing about the people who stay?" ”

"You've ever seen that kind of deer that looks big, right?" Wang Lang asked.

"I've seen it!" Fire nodded.

The bark gave up and stared meaninglessly at Kong Yi, looked at Wang Lang and asked suspiciously: "Lang, our food is enough, there is no need to hunt anymore, even if it is domesticated, that kind of deer is too big." ”

Wang Lang shook his head and said, "That kind of deer is not for eating, but for riding. ”

"Ride? What is Riding? "People are curious about this new term.

"Are you tired of walking?" Wang Lang asked rhetorically.

People nodded, of course they would be tired from walking, and people didn't know why Wang Lang would ask such a stupid question.

Wang Lang smiled and said, "Since we are tired from walking, why can't we sit on the back of that kind of deer and let them take us with us?" ”

People's eyes lit up and they said, "And this kind of operation? ”

"Lang, this is riding? You're so smart you can think of it. Huo said excitedly.