The tribe is changing more and more, and Luo Chuan doesn't dare to attribute all the credit to himself. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info to see the progress of the tribe bit by bit, I can't say how gratifying. Luo Chuan was so tired these days that he didn't even let Xi come to call him for dinner, and fell on the stone bed in the cave, and after a while, a soft snoring sounded.

Xingtian's big house was finally completed, the whole house was seven meters high, and the load-bearing pillars were all thick trees, all of which were moved by Xingtian himself. The walls haven't been fully painted yet, and moving in isn't too much of a problem. Xing Tian squatted in the house, smirking vigorously, completely unaware that he had been sold by Luo Chuan again. Fools are always so easily satisfied.

It's another morning, and today the task is very heavy, to open the land where the beans are grown, and to plant all the beans. Xi did not call these newcomers like he had arranged for his clansmen. These people were not happy, and followed Xi to the river to reclaim the land. The reclamation site is next to the red sweet potato, which at the moment is already crawling around the small mound full of vines, which are carefully cared for by the tribesmen, because there is enough food to eat in winter.

Luo Chuan slept until noon, and only then did he get out of the cave when he was woken up from hunger. As soon as I got out of the cave, I saw the guys from the original Flying Insect Tribe, these people have been tortured in the past few days. Red hair is simply inhumane, this kind of stone is not easy to dig, and it has to be rationed every day, and everyone must dig out two clay pots of stones every day to eat.

"Which chief!" Several people saw Luo Chuan squeaking and whining, and wanted to say something. Luo Chuan said 'um', "You guys are busy, don't worry about me!" Several people looked sad, so they had to go back to the back mountain.

Coincidentally, Luo Chuan just jumped out of a few high-quality copper mines, and Tao came with a bunch of bottles and cans! "So fast? Didn't you sleep? "Don't blame Luo Chuan for asking, why do he have more than a dozen figures drawn, and he has to burn two of each, it shouldn't be so fast.

Tao smiled and said, "Sleep, we dug another earthen kiln, and divided it into two shifts, burning it day and night." ”

Hey, I've learned to divide shifts, and humans are really creatures who know how to make the most of their time.

After setting up the bottles and cans, Luo Chuan put the copper ore he picked out into the soil pit and calcined. This work should have been thought of for Luo Chuan, and the steps seemed to be very conditioned. It is half the time compared to the last time, and the process has been carried out to the point of copper melting.

The ratio of bronze requires different amounts of copper and different amounts of tin, and almost every different ratio will cause it to have different effects.

First of all, there is a certain amount of accuracy in the matching score, and it is impossible to beat the experiment by feeling about 10,000 times. Luo Chuan had already thought about it, and used a smooth wooden stick to take the tendon bolt in the center, and then hung it up and hung the pottery bowl. A simple balance is made.

The melting point of tin is very low, and it is not difficult to get it, and the ore is twisted and dried in a clay pot. Impurities will float and the metal liquid will precipitate. Although there are many impurities, there is no way to pay attention to them.

Luo Chuan's first ratio was five to one, and so on to five or five points, first of all, the first experiment, the two metal components were divided, and they were put into a new clay pot for calcination.

The pure white flames of the mahogany soon began to melt the metal burned in the pot, and the two melted metals mixed together. Luo Chuan put away the abrasives that had been made a long time ago, gently tilted the clay pot, and the metal juice flowed down the round long spoon of the clay pot into the groove of the abrasive, and when the abrasive was saturated, the groove was blocked with soil. Then the abrasive is stilled.

Didn't boil too much metal the first time. Luo Chuan quietly waited for the abrasives to cool down.

After a long time, in the expectation of several people, Luo Chuan knocked on the abrasive. A rough metal axe has been completed. The axe is the size of two adult palms, and the axe mouth has a beautiful shape, and this magical thing is exactly the same shape as the one dug by a grinder. What if it's something of any other shape? Tao quickly thought of the tools that the tribe needed—stone knives, stone axes, and stone sickles.

Luo Chuan poured a stick into the reserved axe. Grab a stone, sprinkle some water, and strike at the tribe's first metal weapon.

Luo Chuan sharpened more and more, until the axe edge was bright, took a wooden stick with the thickness of his wrist, and cut it down with an axe. "When" the stick breaks, the entire incision appears very smooth. Luo Chuan smiled, and laughed loudly with Tao and the others, "We succeeded!" We've made a weapon that can easily cut down trees! ”

After the joy, several people started work again, and there was a good start, and several people were full of enthusiasm. A few people first screened the ore, and other lower-quality ores must be improved before they can be used. The quality of the ore in the back mountain is not bad, and the high-quality ore should be enough in the early stage.

For the second piece of metal work, Luo Chuan chose a hoe. Now the tribesmen are still using stones to throw pits to weed, and with a hoe it will be much more efficient.

A hoe doesn't use as much ore as an axe, and by filling a clay pot to the fullest, three hoes can be produced at a time. The first round of rough embryos is baked. Luo Chuan said to Tao and several of his apprentices, "Everyone has worked hard, tomorrow I will arrange for someone to go to the bottom of the mountain to build a house for everyone." ”

Happy, Tao said his thoughts, "Chief, build the house on the mountain, and we can burn gold here." ”

To say that this kind of thinking should not be denied, but also encouraged, but Luo Chuan has never been that kind of person. Don't look at the land below the mountain now, there is nothing peculiar, but the tribe is always developing, and it won't be long before it becomes a city. When commercial money and so on developed, cities were every inch of land, and he didn't want a great hero who led the society from the Stone Age to the Bronze Age, and finally landed to the point that he could only live in a "remote mountainous area".

"The house is still built for you underneath, and you work in the mountains during the day and go back to sleep at night. When the tribe is not so busy, I will also build a workshop for you in the mountains. "Several people don't understand Luo Chuan's hard work, but the leader has said so, so accept it.

Several people were still discussing the improvement of the process and how to expand the scale of production in the future.

"The leader is not good, those newcomers are going to kill the red hair!"

"Red hair? Didn't the red fur kill them all? "Monk Luo Chuan Zhanger was puzzled.

Dian gasped, "No, it's the red hair who guards the Flying Insect Tribe in our back mountain." Now that it's been tied up and said it's going to be burned, Xi and Adong are appeasing everyone and letting the leader go and make a decision again. ”

Luo Chuan frowned, feeling that this matter was not so simple, Hongmao should still be watching the people of the Flying Insect Tribe mining in the back mountain, why was he arrested at the bottom of the mountain? The red-haired life Luo Chuan doesn't attach so much importance to it, but the reason for this must be clarified. And if you don't get it right this time, you'll plant a time bomb for the tribe.

"Take me to see it! Tao, you guys continue to be busy. ”