The refreshed Gao Feng walked out of the door and arrived at the square outside, he didn't eat the Fan Yue, and he couldn't pass the level of becoming a stepfather in his heart, but he was not too honest, since he was naked and let the Fan Yue wash, he also took a lot of advantage in his hands, this feeling was very good, and it made Gao Feng have a good mood.

There were already a lot of people waiting in the square, and Pink Moon stood in the front row, and on the ground in the middle of them, a pair of rusty and broken copper and iron were piled up indiscriminately, these were the steel found in the entire tribe.

This pile of rotten iron heads weighs almost a ton, all useless bits and pieces, some slightly thin parts, rusted only a little in the middle, and wrapped in some solidified stones, it is difficult to separate from the middle, but Gao Feng is very satisfied, as long as there is iron.

In addition to the management designated by Gao Feng personally, the pro-slaves also spontaneously elected their own representatives, the man's representative is the oldest guy, with a large skeleton and a very thin body, but he stands very steady, and his eyes are also very firm, Gao Feng only then saw that this man was a tribal warrior, and on the side of his neck, a black sè scar that rolled up the flesh showed that he was also a strong man who was born and died before.

"I'm a crippled warrior of the original Bam tribe, Talo, who was chosen by the slaves to be the temporary leader, if you have a better person, you can replace me at any time......."

This out-of-gas tribal warrior is quite humble, and without waiting for Gao Feng to speak, he took the initiative to introduce himself, and there is a murderous aura between the words that only a warrior understands, not for Gao Feng, but naturally emanated, and Gao Feng, who was born as a warrior, suddenly had some good feelings for this person, and people of the same kind are the best to communicate.

"All the ironware you can find is here?" Gao Feng put his hands behind his back, looking back and forth at the pile of iron lumps in front of him, Fan Yue involuntarily looked at Ta Luo, Ta Luo rubbed his hands awkwardly and said:

"Everything that can be found in the tribe is here, but we know that there are many more in the ruins in the wilderness, and it will take time and manpower ......."

Before he finished speaking, his eyes widened, and he and the others looked in amazement at the steel that was constantly disintegrating and collapsing, these were steel, but rather rusty things seemed to be thrown into strong sulfuric acid, and quickly melted, and some of the steel bars embedded in the stone disappeared one after another, leaving only the pimple-like stone.

The sharp-eyed person was the first to notice the difference, in front of Gao Feng, countless fine particles were gathering, the particles were like a dark dense fog suspended and stretched, changing shapes, and a grim face Gao Feng stared at the dense fog in front of him, and when the first white sè metal the size of a peanut appeared, Gao Feng's brow relaxed a lot.

Right under the noses of the group, a slender piece of steel as soft as a noodle twisted and appeared, slowly falling to the ground as it grew in size.

After landing, it still did not stop deforming, forming a zigzag steel, this strange thing has a half-curved handle, a cantilever like a recurve bow, and a sharp shovel below, which looks very much like a weapon, but I don't know how to do it, even a sharp shovel can't kill, because the angle is wrong, it is not as good as smashing people with a cantilever like a recurve bow.

This is the first time that Gao Feng has always put his ability on steel molding, he has tried to purify steel and forge what he wants before, but his ability is limited and he has not been able to succeed, he didn't expect that after he became Xianfeng Garo, he would succeed in one fell swoop.

Shut down

What other people in front of him don't know is the breakthrough point of the peak, the iron plow, the shape of this iron plough is a little bigger than the previous life, but unfortunately the peak of the previous life has not been in contact with it personally, at most he is just curious about the photo, half of the one-ton scrap iron is used in this iron plow, and at least 60% of it has become useless rust, but the peak is not satisfied, and a pair of iron ploughs can not change any problems.

Holding his arms and touching his chin, Gao Feng groaned for a long time, and suddenly snapped his fingers, and the rest of the steel was shaped again, and soon a plow appeared, just a simple plowshare, no handshake, no recurve bow cantilever, but the material only needed less than one-third of the previous one.

At this time, Gao Feng's brows were loosened, and he once again shaped a plowshare, as well as a set of carpentry tools, making Talo and the others look at the absurd scene in front of them as if they had seen ghosts.

"Go ahead and send men to look for iron tools, as many as you want, and then find people to make ...... out of wood in the shape of this thing."

Gao Feng stroked the plow he had built, sighed and said, a little excitement surged in his heart, he finally figured out his ability, his ability was not born for killing, but for creation, although he suffered a little when fighting, but in construction, compared with the 3D printer in the previous life, it is simply the best tool for cheating.

No one can figure out why Gao Feng does not enjoy women and good food in a large ornate room, why does he not maintain his majesty by keeping a straight face all day long like other shelterers, but carrying strange utensils and driving a horn the size of a donkey to the field?

Pink Moon has been by Gao Feng's side, claiming to be Gao Feng's henchman, while Talo frowns at the plow on Gao Feng's shoulder, frowning and pondering, guessing the usefulness of this strange thing.

Gao Feng used hemp rope to connect the iron plough and the corn together, and when he arrived at a piece of sand and date land that had not yet been cultivated, he saw him insert the iron plow god deep into the hard soil and shouted, and Fan Yue, who had been waiting for a long time, took the rope on the head of the horn and drove the corn forward.

The force of the horn is not small, and soon the rope connecting the iron plough will be straightened, and many people will be surprised to turn their heads and ears.

Gao Feng held his hands on the handle and stared at the limbs of the horn, he knew that success or failure was in one move, if they could succeed, they would officially master the more advanced productive forces, once the productive forces could ensure food self-sufficiency, then the rise of civilization would not be too far away, one after another, the horn millet pulled the rope that bound it, and kept stepping in place, the cultivated land was not something that any livestock could bear, it was necessary to have a strong force, and it had to obey the training, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the iron plough was motionless, which made them all anxious, Many people take the initiative to ask for the replacement of the keria and let themselves pull.

But Gao Feng was unmoved, just drove the horns, and he knew that the horns were not unable to pull, but were unwilling to pull due to the resistance behind him.

Gao Feng had never dealt with animals in his two lives, and the only time he rode Yalala in the wilderness was when he was running wild in the wilderness, Yalalatian was smart and didn't need too much strength to trend, as long as he could suppress Yalala who surrendered to the strong in terms of momentum.

But the horn is different, the horn is very much like a big dog, there are two more long horns, it eats grass, and the plow is carefully selected from the middle of hundreds of horns, tall and strong, and can let a girl with a light weight ride it, but the peak just can't find a way to let the horn go forward.

In order to please Gao Feng, Fan Yue has reached the point of giving up everything, in the strange eyes of countless people, she gritted her teeth and pulled the long horn of Jiao Mi vigorously, her heart was extremely anxious, but Jiao Mi was motionless, and she lowered her head to resist Fan Yue's little hands.

Repeated efforts have failed, this is no longer a matter of pulling the plow, but the wrestling between Pink Moon and, Pink Moon grabbed the two long horns with both hands and fell backwards with all her might, Rice lowered her head and tensed her body, instead of moving forward, she kept retreating backwards.

If it weren't for Gao Feng's presence, these pro-slaves would have burst out laughing, in the boring wilderness, there are so few entertainment programs, it is rare to see a good show, they have forgotten the effect of the strange iron plow, and just watch the interaction between the pink moon and the horned rice.

Gao Feng has rarely used his hands since he became Xianfeng Jialuo, but this time he was also angry, and wanted to chop this disobedient horn into broth, threw away the handle suddenly, and walked up in three or two steps to kick on the horn's ass.