Many epoch-making inventions of mankind usually come from some unexpected events, such as rocket technology, such as the atomic bomb, such as jet engines, such as penicillin;

Of course, it also includes me who didn't close my eyes for two days and two nights, and was lifeless and whitely pulling the metal objects that the old stonemason was about to get his hands on!

For an old stonemason, who has lived for decades and has been dealing with tools all his life, it is not difficult to make tools from softened metal;

But it's one thing to make a decent tool out of metal that's still glowing with heat, and it's another thing to make it work.

In the civilization where I existed, during the Shang and Zhou dynasties, human beings were able to use pure copper, tin, or lead to synthesize bronze, and even this kind of soft and brittle object, which was completely unsuitable for agriculture or warfare, could be used by my ancestors for nearly 2,000 years, until the Warring States period, when it slowly faded out of history;

Of course, the original material and luster of the bronze objects are by no means the appearance of the excavated artifacts that we have seen, in fact, they are brilliant, and the newly made bronzes are a color between gold and silver, solemn and gorgeous;

And now the metal in front of me and the old stonemason, neither copper nor iron, is a bit like a rabbit that has been skinned!

Eventually, I called it "iron" because I really didn't know how to define it, and its strength and toughness as a metal were very similar to those of iron metals I've seen;

But to distinguish it from the traditional sense of "iron" in my mind, I call it "hematite";

The sound of the "clanging" stone hammer and metal collided in the smelting valley for a whole night, countless times of firing, and countless times of quenching into the water, layers of soot-like ashes were knocked out of the hematite block, and the color of the iron block became more and more pure steel, until the old stonemason's ears had intermittent tinnitus, and a real "hematite hoe" was not available;

In terms of performance, I have to say that the efficiency of this hematite hoe is absolutely worthy of three or five stone hoes of the same weight, and its cutting edge is quite hard, and the toughness is also satisfactory to me.

Yes, as you might expect, I did try to "gnaw" the Dryad once with something called a hematite hoe, and in addition to the fact that my arms were numb and I almost pulled the hoe that I had forged with great difficulty into the Dryad, I only left a shallow pit in the bark......

Eventually, I got the finished hematite hoe by noon the next day, and asked the old stonemason to make me a third, a fourth, and a fifth as soon as possible......

I didn't even forget to carry the old stonemason's ear, and told him the "rules of secrecy" over and over again, and even finally agreed with him: this forging process must follow the principle of "passing on the children not the daughters, and the inside but not the outside", of course, these are all temporary, because it was not long before I had to expand the scale of smelting and forging production more than ten times because of another emergency, and even took people to open up a new earthen house for these "craftsmen" next to the smelting valley for them to live nearby;

Sometimes I admire my perseverance, but I know that I am actually a person with extremely weak willpower, since I woke up from the bald man, I have not closed my eyes for three nights and two days, but it is strange to say, but I do not feel sleepy at all, but the spirit is abnormal, as if I have eaten Korean ginseng or been beaten with chicken blood;

I habitually returned to the gentle slope, but it was extraordinarily quiet, and it was only then that I remembered that my old nest --- oracle had been cleaned by the bald man's false decree in his white robe, just to get some firewood for his fake couple's tiger girl!

But compared to the demolition of the house, another thing has always been like a sharp knife hanging over my heart......

The corpse of the old fox!

I don't know whether to be happy or upset, for two days and one night, no one has mentioned the old fox of Qiwu, and I am even worried... If the corpse under the cliff is not found again, will it have white hair and give birth to maggots!

But what should come will always come, and the corpse that should be found will never be reduced to dry bones because of the passage of time;

The only difference is that it didn't come as shocking as I thought it would, and it didn't even bring any sadness to the tribe that had just come together......

When the first woman to find the body of Qiwu at the bottom of the cliff relayed the situation to Sister Chuan with a pale face, Chuan immediately made a decision that I admired: "Heavenly burial";

According to her, this death of Qi Wu is actually the hope that the sun god and the wood god hope that she can use her magic power to accompany the dozen or so people who have just died on their last journey, so Qi Wu chose to commit suicide by jumping off a cliff, so that his soul can stand on a high place and be closer to the dozen or so undead!

I watched Sister Sichuan talk nonsense in front of a group of white robes, but looking at her expression, it didn't seem like nonsense, this kind of thing was very convincing from the mouth of a harmless person like her, but I, the real murderer, couldn't figure out whether I really helped the old fox get closer to her god, or whether I would bear the reputation of a murderer and enter the eighteenth layer of tongue-pulling hell after my death in the future;

Of course, since the day of the birth of the human species, "gossip" is the unique attribute of this species, many white robes are skeptical about the explanation of the Sichuan sisters, but their direction is wrong, at least none of them question whether this is suicide or homicide, what they suspect is: "Qiwu chose the extreme because his two sons died in this disaster and were disheartened"!

Damn, I never thought that this incident would turn into a gossip storm in the end, nor did I expect that the two young men who were following Qi Wu would also die in that tunnel disaster, and in the end, I would not even be allowed to come forward to listen to it solemnly, and prohibit the excessive spread of gossip news like this;

But what surprised me the most was that Qi Nu didn't shed a single tear during the whole process, and even her emotions didn't seem to be affected;

This made my heart uneasy all the time, you know, on the night when I killed the old fox, she was resting in the oracle house, and I had visited her house after I had taken all the traces that night, and she was sleeping so deeply that she did not look like she had woken up;

The ashes of Qi Wu were accompanied by sixteen boxes of clothes and bones, and I finally placed them in the "Martyrs' Shrine", which is a place where the Sichuan girls spent half a day temporarily building a place of mud mixed with thick branches to summon spirits for tribal warriors!

She also told everyone that if the ashes could be placed here after death, the souls of the deceased would be infinitely closer to the sun god and the wood god!

The Martyrs' Shrine was built on the shore of the east shore of the isolated island, almost nine years ago I just escaped death and landed on the island for the first time, but I don't know if it was the ghost of the old fox, or I was a thief myself, when the Martyrs' Shrine was built the day after it was built, a gust of sea breeze accompanied by the rising tide brought down this ancestral hall that should have been blessed by the sun god!

Eventually, it was repaired on the edge of the Dryad Forest, and the ancestral hall was facing the Dryad Spirits in front of it, as if I wanted the dead to see with my own eyes how I would avenge them, and it was also like a sign of the impending fierce battle between the Banpo tribe and the giant tree forest possessed by these ghosts!