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If you want to make something like carved rice, you have to cook it yourself. Today's fish is big and fat, and it would be a waste to let those pregnant women deal with it. Their mastery of cooking is limited to grilling and cooking. The concept of cooking is also what Wang Chuan requires to cook until the bones are removed.

As for the heat, first of all, they have to understand what time is, and then they have to prepare a timer. Wang Chuan felt that it could not be realized.

As for the color and fragrance? Wang Chuan said that he couldn't do it, so he didn't ask for it.

Wild rice needs to be rubbed into the shell, this thing tells the strong cow what to do, and he can be very careful about what he eats.

Wang Chuan peeled and washed the fish, cut it into pieces and put it in the pot, and the wild rice of the strong cow was also shelled. Soak the wild rice slightly, and then change the pot under water, and the aroma of the pot of rice cooked without putting anything is enough to make the tribesmen gather around the pot and are reluctant to leave.

This is the legendary carved hu rice. It's just that the number is a little small compared to the number of people in the tribe, which can't let them grab it. Put a fist-sized piece in each person's bowl, and everyone can taste it.

Seeing that my mother ate sweetly, I gave a little more, and the old man had this preferential treatment. Thinking of Kuan's actions today, he gave him half of what he had in the bowl, but he didn't cherish it at all and gave it directly to the woman next to him. The woman also did not know to cherish the child who spat directly next to her. The children who had eaten a full meal for a few days also learned to vomit, and the woman picked up the rice balls on the ground and ate them separately, and then said that they were delicious.

But at this time, there is a small half bowl left in the basin, which is reserved for Bihu, let's drink fish soup. Today's fish soup is just right, and the stalk of perilla is added to remove the fish, and the lard is put in, but there is no salt, and everyone will eat it.

Wang Chuan didn't worry about letting Bihu live in the cave, so he didn't mention it. Bihu probably knew that it was impossible to integrate into this tribe so quickly, so he went back to the cave by himself after dark.

When he sent it to Bihu, this person who couldn't see the grass seeds ate extremely protective food, and Wang Chuan, who thought that he could eat more if he didn't eat it, was extremely dissatisfied. After eating, Bihu once again expressed his resentment that the amount was not enough, and said that he would go again tomorrow and get all the wild rice back to cook.

Wang Chuan said that the iron will start tomorrow.

In later generations, there were many ways to make iron. However, in this situation where there is nothing, Wang Chuan only feels that even the simplest method of high-temperature forging is difficult.

There are several design drawings for such things as bellows, but in this era when there are no wooden boards, all the drawings are blind. In the end, I thought about it for a long time, so I had to make a shelf out of rattan and wrap it around animal skins to make the simplest piston bellows. The mouthpiece was pinched with mud and hardened with fire.

After making the bellows, I blew on the fire for a while, and the flames were also burning red, and the effect was good.

When the iron ore was put on the fire, it attracted many people from the tribe to come and watch, and they were curious about what the fire boy could burn out of the clay and what the stone could burn.

After the iron ore is burned for half a day, some impurities are burned off and turn into an irregular mass of reddish iron.

When the iron was clamped out and kept forging, the tribesmen were scared away. The first piece of iron in the history of striking iron should have been hammered. Because other stones are not as hard as iron, they are generally smashed into pieces and fly around after a few hits.

Even if Wang Chuan creatively invented something like an animal skin mask to wrap his head and face and put on long-sleeved clothes and pants, the taste of being hit by flying stones made him feel painful.

Bihu was obviously suspected of revenge at this time, the stone hammer in his hand would splash and scatter if he couldn't smash it a few times, and he didn't have anything to do with his thick skin, listening to Wang Chuan's painful hum, and grinning. The spirit with the stone hammer tied next to him couldn't stand it anymore.

The iron is hammered and heated repeatedly, and in this process, the impurities will be removed, and a small amount of charcoal will be incorporated to temper the iron.

Bihu and Zhuang Niu are both very powerful people, and the work of forging can make them take turns. However, the work of clamping latte blocks can only be done by Wang Chuan himself. Otherwise, they will be all over the place, and there will be no rules.

The first piece of iron, of course, could not have been made into a hammer. It's hard to say that the hammer is useless, but as the first piece of steel, the hammer has far less impact on the mind than other current weapons. Like knives, like spears.

After the first piece of iron was beaten for half a day, the mass gradually decreased, and Wang Chuan felt that the volume of the knife might not be enough, so when the second half of the day was formed, let them strike in the direction of the spear.

As the tip of the spear gradually took shape, Bihu's face gradually became serious. After half a day of beating, he slowly gained more and more understanding of this hard thing. The beating in the back is also getting harder and harder.

By the time the sun went down, the piece of iron was hammered into a spearhead.

Throwing this thing into the water, the steaming water almost startled everyone.

Scooping up the warm and hard iron spearhead, Wang Chuan couldn't put it down. The water polished the blade on the stone slab, grabbed a strand of Ling's hair and blew on the edge, not a single break. But if I cut it hard, there will be an extra handful of broken hair in my hand.

I sharpened it on the hide, and a belt of the beast's skin was cut straight off.

Very good, the hair is not enough to blow and break the hair, and the skin is more than enough to break the hair.

Let the spirit tie the spear shaft and hand it to the strong ox, Wang Chuan pointed to the trunk next to him, and the strong ox threw it at the trunk. Replace it with a stone spear, which will only scrape off a little bark from the trunk, and the stone spear will be broken into thousands of pieces. But the iron spear slammed into the trunk of the tree, and the pole kept shaking.

Bihu pulled out the iron spear with great effort, looking at the unbroken spearhead in disbelief.

He took his fangs and slammed them into the iron spear, which was unscathed. Swinging the iron spear and slashing at the fangs, the iron spear was still intact after a ding, and the fangs had been broken in two.

Wang Chuan was obviously very satisfied with this effect, and on the occasion of the first steel product in history, he made an enthusiastic speech: "Comrades, this is the power of steel. This thing can not only be used as a spearhead. Swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks, everything is indispensable. It is characterized by being hard, sharp and wear-resistant. As long as there are enough of them, they can be used for offensive weapons, defensive armor, or household utensils. Bihu expressed his fascination.

"We don't have anything to do with a big tree like this, but if we make an axe, we can cut it down in half a day." The strong bull went over and pushed the tree, but sure enough, it couldn't be pushed.

"A stone like this, bigger than us, is almost indestructible, and when the time comes, we will make an iron nail and open it into several pieces if we want." Ling gently patted the stone under his buttocks, and looked at Wang Chuan's eyes were full of little stars.

"A man as fierce as a tiger...... Do you bet to throw in the towel? ”

Bihu knelt down solemnly in front of Wang Chuan, stretched his neck and said, "I am willing to help you build this iron all winter." If you agree, I'll stay here in the future to help you strike the iron. ”

With something so good, what prey can't be hunted? With something so good, what other tribe would dare to be our enemy? With such good stuff, what's wrong with this tribe being the largest tribe in the south?

This Wang Chuan promised him to manage a thousand people for him. With this thing, will this wish be far away?

The child didn't know what magical power there was. He knows an unbelievable amount of things, and his years of knowledge have no advantage in front of him. Although his views and techniques of healing injuries are painful but very effective, his ability to burn pottery is admirable, but his ability to strike iron really impresses Bihu.

Bihu's eyes are full of light, and what he sees are all kinds of hopes that he only dared to think about before.