The blacksmith took the black stone from Shen Qingci's hand, looked at it for a long time, and then shook his head.

"You don't know what it is?"

Shen Qing asked in disbelief, could this be a fake blacksmith, she had only seen it once, and she recognized it, and she didn't know how to strike iron.

The blacksmith grimaced, "Miss Shen, I really don't know, this can't be gold, right?" ”

Shen Qingci took back the black stone, "I feel that no matter how much gold and silver there is, none of these will be useful to you." ”

"Ahh

The blacksmith didn't understand, "Why?" ”

"It's iron ore."

Shen Qingci gave the black stone to the iron ore again, "You can go back and burn it." ”

"Iron ...... Iron ore? ”

The blacksmith almost didn't throw the stone in his hand.

"I heard my grandfather say that his grandfather's grandfather said that this iron came out of the stone, and I still didn't believe it before, but it turned out to be a stone."

"Haven't you seen it?"

Shen Qing said that he could hear what the blacksmith meant.

"No," the blacksmith scratched his head in embarrassment.

"We use pig iron, which is left over from the past, and we use the province, and many of our tools are handed down from the family, and they have been used for generations, and they can't be broken. If it's broken, it's good to melt it and continue to use it. ”

He happily hugged the stone, and was not afraid of staining his clothes, for them Dongling people, it is true to dig out iron ore, but it is much stronger than digging out gold and silver, they can't spend gold and silver here, it is not as good as iron, they are all farming, what is the most suitable for Zhuang to marry, they know it.

And what he can't wait is to practice pig iron, of course, he knows this process, their ancestors are all iron-making, these are also passed down from generation to generation, just like iron-making, it is not difficult.

When the others heard that it was iron ore, they were all happy.

"Let's dig some out first, be careful."

The village chief was busy instructing, now there are fewer stones here, relatively speaking, much softer than the outside, although it is still hard, it is also difficult to dig, but it can be dug manually, which is also the best wealth they have in the village.

The others also took out their own farming tools, and they all went up to dig iron ore.

The iron ore was dug out piece by piece, and when the blacksmith ran over, half crying and half laughing, saying that these iron ores were real, and pig iron could really be raised, everyone's enthusiasm became more and more, and everyone was gearing up, just like beating chicken blood, and they were not tired.

If they can dig it, they will dig it, and if they can't dig it, they will blow it up again, and then carefully pick up these iron ores, which is a good thing, and can give everyone a lot of things, and even new farm tools can be replaced with new iron.

Iron ore is dug piece by piece, the people of Tanglin are really too short of these, even the big nail is not willing to let go, all of them are picked up, although the amount of these iron ores dug out is not much, but it can also give a lot of good things to the people in the village, and it can also leave some for the younger generations, just like the blacksmith said.

This iron is different from other things, he uses it slowly, and it rots slowly, and this iron is enough for them to use it for decades.

After about half a month, the mountain seems to be not much left, and the places that have been bombed, the villagers have also repaired the roads diligently, and they are very clean every day, sometimes Shen Qingci feels that she doesn't dare to blow it up anymore, she is afraid that it will blow up, and these villages will be swept away, and they will be dirty again.