"It must be cool...... Gao Feng said affirmatively, and threw the giant axe in his hand out of the box, and hit it straight to the place where the bomb was not broken, but because the axe handle hit the shell first, it rebounded out of the box, and in the loud noise, Gao Feng looked up at the axe flying over his head.

The axe was still in mid-air, Gao Feng raised his left hand, and a fast-growing metal thorn appeared, like a growing nose like Pi Ruo Cao telling a shocking lie, and quickly chased after the axe, like a movie, the sharp thorn slammed into the axe, and in the crunching sound, it bent out of a huge arc-shaped semicircle, and the sharpest thorn head, as if it had been hammered by a big sledgehammer, turned into a heavy meteor hammer.

"How so?" Gao Feng looked depressedly at the axes that crashed into a pile of scrap copper and rotten iron, obviously they were all split out of the outer metal of the body, why can't they be recovered? This is Gao Feng's biggest question, if he can release and collect, wouldn't he be suitable for both near and far?

"Is it too hard?" Gao Feng looked up at the half-bent metal thorns, the metal thorns quickly dissolved, retracted into the middle of the metal armor beside him, looked at the axe handle of the half-pestle in the scrap metal pile, shook his right hand, brushed out a metal chain more than ten meters long, swished up in the air and turned a huge circle on the top of his head, and then flew to the top of the axe, like a ring, firmly enclosed the axe handle, and pulled violently.

In the end, Gao Feng had to admit that once he left his hands, the metal would no longer be under his control, and the weight would become different.

However, Gao Feng had no regrets in his heart, at least his ability to resist attacks had been improved, and ordinary weapons would no longer cause him damage.

Gao Feng, who was covered in armor, was like a child who had received a new toy, tossing all kinds of abilities vigorously, and the remaining half of the shell of the giant bomb was shattered by him with infinite jīng force, and in addition, a large amount of scrap iron was chopped to pieces by Gao Feng.

Meteor hammers, spears, two-handed swords, maces, three-pointed two-edged knives, etc., as long as there are things in Gao Feng's memory, they have all changed, until Talo carefully stood not far from Gao Feng and shouted:

"Is it an adult?"

After Gao Feng was awakened by Talo, he realized that something was wrong, he didn't know what to do with the armor on his body, his mind moved, like liquid metal quickly flowing down from his body, piling up a small silver peak on the ground, and when Gao Feng's perception was withdrawn from the metal hill, he cut off the connection between him and metal, he was still the same as before.

"Ahem, let them all come back, it's okay......."

Gao Feng was a little embarrassed when he saw the mess around him, and coughed a few words in disguise, asking Talo to withdraw the others, and when Talo turned to go to work, Gao Feng began to think, where did they find this bomb?

This should be a bunker crusher, a giant bomb specially used to dismantle underground bunkers, which can act on concrete fortifications tens of meters deep, that is to say, it is a miracle in itself to find this bomb, after all, in a few hundred years, who knows what will be under the ground?

Shut down

Tharlo went to beckon the slave to return to the tribe, but no one asked, so he took the matter to heart, leaving the pile of metal at his feet, and walked over to the remaining half of the bomb casing, and blended in again as before.

This time, Gao Feng didn't play any more tricks, separating the piles of silver shining metal and piling them up on the ground, but it was much faster than the speed of smelting, which was simply cheating.

The Qinu who came back first saw these metals behind Gao Feng, and he was so happy that he scratched his ears and cheeks, thinking that they would have more iron plows to join the cultivation plan, and their work would be easier at that time, but Gao Feng was thinking that if all the smelting depended on him alone, once he was gone, the so-called rise of civilization would be an empty illusion, without a foundation, even if the building was thousands of feet high, it would collapse and collapse.

"My lord, make all the plowshares, and we will reclaim all the land ......."

Tharlo danced in surprise, and loved the pile of metal around him, touching this, kissing that, and couldn't sleep with these iron bumps.

"It doesn't take too much, it's enough to make a hundred and twenty plowshares, and the rest will be made into hoes and shovels......."

Gao Feng looked at the pile of metal in front of him and frowned, but he felt irritated about the barrenness of the wilderness in his heart, it was not enough to have metal, he needed more materials and raw materials, at present, after completing the farming, the biggest task was the water source.

He will never forget the endless gurgling water of the Beilong Gorge, the clear water of which was once tainted by blood, and after the war is over, it is still an indispensable source of life, and if the tribe wants to grow more food in the next step, it must ensure the supply of water, which involves the next step of planning.

It is no better than sweet wells, where there is an endless supply of groundwater to the ground, and there are only dozens of bitter well water in the tribe, and the drinking water provided for the population and livestock can also be guaranteed, and if it is pumped out for irrigation, it is a little unreliable, so snow is so important in the wilderness, because only falling snow can bring water for watering crops.

If the 120 ploughshares go well, only 500 people will be needed to complete the land reclamation that doubled the area before, just counting on the harvest from the sky, Gao Feng believes that it is no problem to grow sand dates that can feed 3,000 people for a year, but he is not satisfied, what if he can water normally?

The sand date itself does not need much management to grow and survive, but if it is managed by jīng, what will it look like?

All this made Gao Feng's heart swell with a strong impulse, wanting to try it himself, try his idea, if it can really be realized, maybe .......

The work of planting and sowing was almost completed after the appearance of a large number of iron ploughs, but the work of the slaves was not reduced, but was busier than before, and the smoke of the cooking stove in the tribe swirled around, and the creaking of sawing wood in the wooden workshop under the smoke made the quiet tribe play a lively symphony.

The wall was empty, but there were many people coming in and out of the gate, and the slaves who came out of their respective dwellings, pushing small carts and yawning, walked out into the wilderness outside, and when they got out of the gate, they could see an endless field that had been cultivated, and the slaves used almost every inch of the land they could use, except for leaving a way in and out of the gate, and could no longer see any deserted land.

Whether it is fertile or infertile land, it is reclaimed according to the meaning of the peak, and it may not be much harvest if it is a waste of manpower in the past, but now because of the appearance of the iron plow, it saves time and effort.

The reclaimed fields are criss-crossed, and before the change, Gao Feng would never have recognized this as the Blackclaw tribe.

The slave men who came out of the gate pushed carts and iron tools to the hollow that was once the most suitable for planting dates, and they jumped into the hollow and used shovels to dig out the soil and old roots underneath and throw them on the surface overhead.

The slaves above threw the earth into the cart in a rattan basket, and when the cart was full, it groaned and squeaked towards the hill of dirt piled up in the open space near the fence farther away, and not far from the hill a small hill was hollowed out and converted into an earthen kiln, into which large square bricks mixed with muddy water and animal urine were sent to be calcined.

The scarcity of water does not mean that there is no shortage of water at all, Gao Feng does not guarantee the irrigation of all fields, there is no problem in squeezing out a little groundwater to burn mud bricks, no one knows what the peak of the road is going to do, and they have no reason to interfere with the high peak.

Gao Feng is like a graffiti child, according to his own ideas to smudge the strokes in his heart at will, each depression is the future water cellar, digging the soil of the water cellar can be calcined into adobe bricks, the earth bricks can be used as a protective layer of the water cellar, to prevent the water from slipping away, if there is any excess, it can also be built into a culvert, in the underground of the wilderness to build a drinking channel from the sweet water well, if so, maybe he can really build the Black Claw tribe into a big city like Cuiliu City?