Before the winter wheat is yellow, there is always a heavy snowfall. Twenty days after the tribe left, the first winter snow finally fell.

This was the first snow after Jian Chen came to this world, and the north wind blew tightly, scraping the two rattan ropes in front of the house, making a whining sound.

All kinds of animals draw all kinds of pictures on the snow, such as the plum blossoms of wolves, the maple leaves of geese, and the love of sheep...... The only thing missing is the bamboo leaves and the crescent moon.

There were no footprints outside the village, and the ten tribesmen had returned to the mountains as soon as the weather turned cloudy. There are also their mothers and sisters in the mountains, who are pregnant and need to be taken care of.

The ditch was dug before the snow as scheduled, and the earth was piled on the inside of the ditch, and the walls were far from being seen, until the snow melted.

In the ditch, near the Grass River, two red brick buildings rose from the ground, taller than the other houses.

A school, a sacrifice.

These are the only two brick and stone houses in the entire village to date, and they are unique in terms of height and material.

The masons of the clan had not yet built the dome with masonry, but still had a roof made of mortise and tenon timber and thatched bark.

The hall was empty, with only one flag, which had not yet been sorted out.

But there are already children's voices in the school. Fourteen of the older children of the tribe were gathered here, and through the thatched doors and windows, they could be heard chanting one, two, three, and four in a ragged voice.

Yu Qian'er and her younger siblings of the same clan acted as the children's teachers, and there was not much to teach every day, as long as the children could count a few every day.

When the wheat is finished, they need to go to the field and learn to harvest; When the weather is not cold, they need to learn to knead; They even need to learn how to manage slaves, how to make slaves work more without resisting.

And these are not things that these children can teach.

After a few days of teaching, she became a little impatient, and Chen Jian did not play with them these days, but found a piece of quartz the size of a horned deer outside the village with a few people, and built a small stove nearby.

Charcoal was also delivered there, along with the iron tools brought back by the five pines, and the sound of stone hammers striking the iron could be heard every day.

When I got closer, I could still hear the sound of snorting, and I didn't know if it was the bellows or the person pulling the bellows who was panting.

The iron is still the same iron, but after nearly twenty days of beating, the shape has changed.

Chen Jian couldn't tell whether these were pig iron, wrought iron or steel, and he didn't think that these iron tools could be sharp and unparalleled, but he just hoped that these iron tools could accompany his tribe and civilization to grow, and countless people jointly built a legend that could be accompanied by wine in later generations.

It's enough to have a story, so why sharpen it?

One day after the snow, the clansmen gathered near the school, and the snow on the ground had already been cleared.

Since yesterday, the clanging of iron outside the village has stopped, and everyone knows that those people have created five weapons, and they want to know what they are.

The women sat around the fire, in groups of several people, chatting and twisting twine; The men mended the fishing nets with pottery shuttles, and looked up at Chen Jian in the front, wondering what he had hit.

Chen Jian took out the first iron weapon, the color was a little black, only slightly longer than the palm of his hand, very slender.

There are no patterns on it, but it looks like a wooden hairpin on a woman's head.

"This sword, named hairpin, was given to my sisters."

"This is a hairpin, which can be decorated with emerald stones, it will be very good-looking, and your lover will like it. But it can also pierce the throat of the enemy"

"If one day, we men are all dead and can no longer protect you. I hope that the sisters can draw hairpins from their combed buns. Pierce the hairpin into the throat of the enemy who slaughtered your brother. ”

The women paused for a moment, touched their hair buns unnaturally, and looked at their brothers sitting on the side, only then were they relieved.

Jian Chen took out a second iron tool.

It is only the size of a palm, very small, looks like a willow leaf, very thin and sharp, and the place where the sand and stone have been polished, flashes with a dazzling cold light.

"This sword is called a thrush. To my brothers. ”

"I hope that the sisters will never need hairpins because we will protect them."

"I hope that every time there is a war, you will come back alive. Hold the women you have slept with, sit on the walls of your village, watch the sun set, or sing a song. Women may be sunbathed in the sun on your lap, or you may be asked to help her trim her eyebrows with a sword, or comb their jagged hair. ”

"I hope my brothers can stroke the woman's hairpin and tell them that it is just a hairpin and will never get bloody, because the man is still there."

The third sword, slightly longer, but with a blade on only one side, three fingers wide, and the sharpened side of the bladed side, stuck diagonally into a piece of wood.

"This one is called fish intestines."

"It's not a sword, it's a knife. You can cut meat, fillet fish, and cut fruit, but you can also kill people. I want everyone to be able to eat thinly sliced sashimi and slices of meat as thin as a cicada's wings. I hope that in the future, everyone will have such a stalk in their hands, which proves that we can eat meat and fish every day, and we can't use it to eat acorns. ”

"If one day we become slaves, those people may have our weapons confiscated, not even knives to cut meat."

"I hope that one day, people will be able to hide this sword in the belly of the fish, hiding from their eyes. Waiting for them to fall asleep, pull out the fish intestines and stab them into the hearts of their enemies. ”

He put down the fish intestines and took out the fourth weapon.

The fourth was not a sword, not even a knife, but a crescent-like piece of iron, with a wooden handle more than a foot long on the back, which the tribesmen recognized, which was somewhat similar to a stone sickle.

"This one is called the scythe."

"It is a scythe for harvesting wheat, and our hands can hold the sword and spear tightly, or we can hold the wooden handle of the sickle."

"Swords and spears, protect our wheat from being eaten by wild beasts and taken away by enemies."

"Sickle, protect our wheat from being wet by heavy rain and blown away by cold winds."

"I hope that one day, our descendants will be able to go anywhere where they can grow wheat beans, wielding a sickle and taking them back to the warehouse before it rains heavily."

"I want everyone who grows wheat beans to wear their hair in the same bun as us, say the same words as us, and wave the same shape of sickle."

Chen Jian paused, and drew the last sword from the leather sheath, which was forged with the crooked knife, two fingers wide and two feet long.

The whole sword was black, not even a blade, and the hilt was not decorated with antlers, pig's teeth, and emerald stone, only a simple wooden handle.

"This sword is called Wufeng."

"This is the sword of every military leader of the future clan, and as long as our blood is passed on in this world for a day, this sword belongs to the leader who leads us to defeat the enemy."

"As you can see, this sword has no blade and does not seem to kill anyone. But every one of you, every one who can take up an axe and spear, is the edge of this sword. ”

"I hope that when this sword is raised, even if there is a tiger as high as a mountain in front of you, and a poisonous snake like a river, you will rush up and turn it into the edge of this sword, and cut them in two."

"Without you, this sword is nothing. Because without you, this sword would have no edge. But with you, the edge of this sword can be ten, hundred, or even thousand. ”

"I want every military leader to remember that his brothers are the blade of this sword."

"Now no one knows about this sword except us, but the Meteorite tribe is in the direction of the rising sun, and the scalping tribe is in the direction of the deeper snow. These two tribes will be the first drop of blood that this sword will drink. Because they may strip us of our scalps, they may force us to pay tribute and give them food, and we will not give, so they will definitely fight. ”

"I hope that one day, this sword will have its own story, and every enemy who sees this sword raised will throw down their weapons and flee in a hurry, because they know that the blade of this sword will cut everything, even if the sword is still in its sheath."

He looked at all the people and asked aloud, "Are you willing to be this bladeless blade for the sake of a woman's hairpin never seeing blood, for a man's thrush to laugh, for the fish's intestines to never hide in the belly of a fish, and for the sickle to wield in all places where wheat beans can be grown?" ”

Holding the black and bladeless sword aloft, pointing at the winter sun, the men shouted in unison, as if condensed an indestructible blade, even the cold wind was about to split.

In front of them are five blades that have no story in front of them, but they believe that one day, they will become five blades with a story that will be passed down to future generations, just like the legends of their ancestors.