Mo Chuchen went to the iron-making site and walked around, the iron-making field was on the other side of the tribe, near an iron mine, surrounded by big-shouldered and round-waisted clansmen who were making iron simply, using high-temperature stoves made of clay.

Most of the workers in the ironworks are women, who are strong and strong, but they are not afraid of hard work.

By the scorching fire, the tribesmen, dressed in clothes made of leaves, with thick clay on their faces, painstakingly added wood to the stove one by one.

When the fire is extinguished, they use the wood to hold the sparkling rough stone and beat it on the edge with wood and stone to remove the iron inside and then proceed to the next step of processing.

When Mo Chuchen arrived, Da Wu was directing something next to the iron mine.

It seems that relying on the knowledge left by the previous generation of great witches, they still learned to make a lot of things.

Mo Chuchen looked at it for a while, and found that these people actually threw away the burned carbon directly, and most of the stoves were mini stoves, and they didn't have ...... bellows.

This refining method is undoubtedly very inefficient, and the iron quality is particularly bad.

Of course, Mo Chuchen would not sit idly by, he immediately found his cheap father and arranged a wave of candidates to build more advanced furnaces and iron-making tools.

Because Zha Hu couldn't recognize his son, he was actually quite doting on Zara, and when he heard that it was such a small thing, he immediately arranged it.

Although he said that he was doting, Zha Hu still knew in his heart that young and strong warriors would not play with children.

After pondering for a moment, he sent a few disabled or relatively thin clansmen from the tribe to assist Mo Chuchen in completing the so-called iron-making furnace.

"Zara's actions have gone a little too far lately."

Feng couldn't help frowning when he listened to Zha Hu's arrangements.

Although she loves her children, she also knows that such nonsense will teach bad children.

"Zha Hu, you shouldn't indulge him like this, he is the future leader in the end."

"It's just a child's play, besides, I sent out Ah Si and Xiao Wu, they were injured, they couldn't eat enough in the tribe if they didn't hunt, they followed the children to mess around, they could still eat, what complaints did they have?."

Zha Hu didn't feel that he was overindulgent at all, but said complacently:

"My son is just smart, not only teaches people to farm, but also wants to make iron."

"I wish he could be a good leader."

Looking at her husband's triumphant appearance, the wind sighed worriedly.

For the tribe, the leader is important.

A wise leader can lead the tribe from starvation and cold.

In the previous generation, the leader and the great witch were very wise beings.

The leader spent all his strength to send the Great Witch to the other side of the sea, where he learned a bunch of esoteric knowledge.

Legend has it that in those days, everyone in the tribe was well fed and well-dressed.

Unfortunately, after the abdication of the leaders of that generation, the new leader was an addict to fun.

The leader doesn't have much ambition, and naturally he doesn't want to develop the tribe.

Since then, life in the tribe has been up and down.

Wind wants his son to be happy.

But because of his status as a clansman, Feng was worried about whether such a son would be able to take the position of chief.

"Don't overthink it." Zha Hu's optimistic comfort.

Zha Hu, who never knows what it is to educate his children, will only blindly be good to his son.

Fortunately, the original owner, who had a relatively calm personality, did not grow crooked under his doting.

If this is a bear child, it would be a miracle that his personality is not crooked.

————I'm the dividing line——————

A few months later, Mo Chuchen appeared in the tribe with his freshly baked bow, crossbow, spear, knife, and some iron household items.

"What's that?"

Zha Hu didn't expect his son to really make something for himself, he stared at the dagger and the crossbow, the bow and crossbow he couldn't see the value, but he could see the dagger good or bad.

Such a sharp knife, their tribe is rare.

"These are hunting weapons, knives can be better skinned, or cut plants, bows and crossbows are used to hunt animals, even warriors in poor health can use them to complete the hunt."

Mo Chuchen explained seriously, casually demonstrated with a bow and crossbow, and pierced a big hole in the corpse of the cheetah hanging in the distance waiting to be skinned.

Zha Hu was terrified.

I didn't expect that unsightly thing to be so powerful, it didn't need to run, and it didn't take much arm strength to penetrate the animal.

"This thing is good! I've sent you the people of the ironworks, and I've got all the weapons replaced! ”

With a pat on the head, Zha Hu decided where the weapon would go.

Naturally, those weapons were assigned to the great warriors who shed blood and sweat for the tribe.

The warriors were startled when they got their new weapons, and they were stunned for a long time before they came to their senses.

Before Mo Chuchen took out his weapon, the warriors didn't expect that this future leader could really make so many practical things.

Zha Hu, who smelled the benefits, immediately stopped the small fights in the iron-making field, and stuffed all those iron-making clansmen to Mo Chuchen and the others.

At this moment, the crippled warriors Ah Si and Xiao Wu, who followed Mo Chuchen to make iron at the beginning, were tired and paralyzed.

In the matter of iron smelting, Mo Chuchen obviously will not do it himself again after teaching a group of people.

Therefore, the two warriors who followed Mo Chuchen were directly driven to the shelves and became the first instructor of the ironworks.

The change in weapons has greatly reduced the casualty rate of tribal hunting animals.

Most warriors who go out hunting love weapons.

And the iron bowls, iron chopsticks, and iron pots made by Mo Chuchen are only loved by the young people who play with Mo Chuchen.

The people don't like these things.

It's just that young people use it too much, and they gradually accept these strange things.

Under the influence of Mo Chuchen, those young people worked hard to build a small stove in order to eat one by one, and learned delicious cooking skills.

"Alas! It's good that after having an iron pot, I don't need a stone pot anymore, and that thing burns very slowly. ”

"I think chopsticks and spoons are the most convenient! No more hot hands and mouths! ”

Young people who have not yet reached the age of going out hunting are happy to see the changes in the tribe.

Although the tribe as a whole has not changed much, it is still mainly hunting.

But people are able to accept plant-fired food.

This gives them the pleasure of leading the way on their own.

The Yuange tribe has always been very tolerant of children's self-reliance and farming.

Those vegetables can't eat the dead, and they are quite delicious, and they have no reason to reject them, and as time goes on, people in the tribe began to join the ranks of farming one after another.

Those sweet potatoes and vegetables were originally not accepted by mainstream carnivores, and everyone has long been accustomed to hunting, and growing vegetables is just a small fight.

But after the arrival of a bad harvest winter, the sweet potato was stunned by virtue of its high yield, usable and full of food, feeding all the old, weak, sick and disabled of the tribe.

After that, everyone's eyes changed when they looked at the little leader.

Most people no longer dare to take the words of the little leader as children's play.

Relying on subtle changes, Mo Chuchen directly started his own "urban planning" after the tribe gained enough faith and discourse. ”

He mercilessly replaced the fragile wooden house with a sturdy brick house.

They also teach how to make cloth, catch fish, use sulfur to sterilize, and so on.

After two or three years of Mo Chuchen's deployment, the people in the tribe finally stopped devoting themselves to iron striking and hunting.

Some of them could cook, some could make clothes, some could make weapons, and the division of labor and systems of the tribe became more and more perfect.

At the same time, with the changes of the Yuange tribe, the civilization of the surrounding affiliated tribes has also been driven.

The Great Witch took his people to the subordinate tribes and taught them new knowledge and a new way of life.

Such rapid change is not something that every tribe can adapt to quickly.

Many tribes felt deeply uncomfortable after being exposed to new things, and immediately rejected the teachings of the Great Witch.

Rather than accepting the odd, they prefer to live a pristine lifestyle.

The sun and the moon are like a shuttle, and time is like flowing water, sweeping the chaos and constantly moving forward.

In the year when Mo Chuchen was ten years old, the tribe's way of life changed completely.

The warriors were no longer devoted to hunting, they would farm, they would do all kinds of handicrafts, the brick-made houses were strong and beautiful, and the clothes on their bodies were light and durable.

When they don't go out of the tribe, they no longer draw heavy soil lines.

Because the tribe paved beautiful stone paths, cleared the weeds, and fenced them off with bricks, it was difficult for the beasts and bugs to approach them anymore.

"This is the latest glass bowl, envy, I got it from the warriors around the little leader!"

The young man in a clean linen robe showed off a small crystal clear glass bowl and snorted in front of his friends.

"Wow! It's so beautiful, better than the glass windows that were just installed in my brother's house! ”

The little girl in the cotton and linen dress looked at the glass bowl with sparkling eyes: "When I grow up!" I must fight for a job in the glass field! ”

"Wait, isn't your goal to strike iron? How did it become glass? You're too easy to change! ”

A few friends burst into laughter.

"Alas, don't laugh!

You say, how did the little leader come up with so many strange things?

I don't want to be a kid ....... ”

The girl's words stopped abruptly, and she found that none of her friends had a conversation.

The little leader is very powerful, everyone knows it.

At the beginning, when the little leader proposed farming, it could be said that he happened to save the old, weak, sick and disabled of the tribe.

Then the things that followed, weapons, houses, glass......, these miraculous things came out one after another.

No matter how thick the nerves are, they can't take them as the luck of the little leader.

In terms of improving productivity, Mo Chuchen did not mean to cover up his behavior at all.

He has a clear purpose in everything he does.

Even if he encounters something that the cheap dad does not support, he will patiently explain and strive to do the best thing.

Gradually, everyone muttered to the little leader.

In addition to the awe of the little chief, the tribesmen could not raise any mood of laughter and nonsense.

In their consciousness, the little leader should stand on a high place beyond the reach of ordinary people, for admiration.

"Could the little leader have been sent by the gods?"

The boy hesitated to say an answer in his mind.

"It should be, many years ago the animals migrated, we haven't caught prey for a long time, and we still live on the sweet potatoes of the little chief, and no one in the tribe starved to death is also the credit of the little chief!"

"Then come to think of it, the little leader is simply the embodiment of the gods!"

"Be confident, get rid of it! The little boss is the embodiment of the gods! “”

A few friends were discussing and discussing, and their brains were opened, and they made up for all the unreasonableness in Mo Chuchen.

They owe everything to Mo Chuchen's aura to the ethereal gods.

As long as everything is pushed towards the gods, the little leader doesn't seem to have a sense of disobedience at all!

Of course, the incarnation of the gods cannot be as stupid as mortals!

——————I'm the dividing line of melancholy————————

At this moment, in the leader's small single-family building, Zha Hu and his wife were talking about the long-planned recognition of the child, and they were standing in the living room full of sumptuous food, with different expressions.

"Zara is ten years old, I think he should know who his parents are!"

Feng was wearing the most popular numb long skirt at the moment, she looked at her husband expectantly, her thick arms nervously grasping Zha Hu's shoulders, and the muscles were faintly visible.

Don't look at the tiger with a weak heart.

I always felt that if I refused my wife's request, I might be crippled by a punch.

"Okay, I'll let Zara come over, you have to be careful not to let people know."

Zha Hu swallowed his saliva and reluctantly agreed.

"Then you hurry up!" The wind is urging.

"Okay, I'm leaving!"

Zha Hu left his home.

He walked towards Dawu's dilapidated mud house step by step, each step was like a prisoner about to walk towards Xingtai, with an indescribable depression.

I don't know when it started, in Zha Hu's memory, his son has changed from soft and cute to terrifying.

is obviously only ten years old, every move, every eye, and a smile always have a frightening momentum behind it.

Mo Chuchen's soft and cute little face kept appearing in Zha Hu's mind, and his heart became more and more unreasonable.

He always felt that after the matter was exposed, his son might not be happy at all.

Put yourself in their shoes, the old leader who has no interest is actually his father!

This kind of thing seems to be a bad thing for any genius?.

When Zha Hu arrived at the mud hut, it happened that the eagle was watering the plants at the door of the house.

The ten-year-old Eagle still had strange white hair and red eyes, and although his face was childish, he could see that it was handsome without growing up.

"Where's Zara?"

Zha Hu stopped outside the mud house.

"The old leader looking for the little leader?"

Eagle's handsome little face had a strange beauty, and when he heard Zha Hu's question, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and glanced at it critically:

"Have you made an appointment? The little leader said, "I won't see you without an appointment."

Mo Chuchen's reputation in the tribe is very high, even if he was hostile to Mo Chuchen at the beginning, under the subtle influence of the tribe's fanatical atmosphere, his attitude towards Mo Chuchen also tended to be a brainless fan.

“……”

Hearing this, Zha Hu had many more wrinkles on his face, and he wanted to beat up this rabbit cub immediately.

Many young people now feel that the position of leader should be given to Zara immediately, and their attitude towards the old leader has always been unfriendly.

"Just tell him, it doesn't make sense that the witch has privileges, I don't have privileges."

At the mention of the Great Witch, Eagle's face improved a little, he thought for a moment, and agreed: "Okay, I'll help you ask." ”