After two days of working day and night in the small blast furnace, the slime that had been brought back was consumed.

Yan Zheng finally got about four catties of iron sand, and judging from this result, the iron content of these slimes is not too high.

The next step is to cast the iron sand into a piece and then temper it into a suitable tool.

Yan Zheng chose the method commonly used by traditional blacksmiths, and he made a simple crucible out of clay and sand to melt the iron sand.

Under his direction, the people put the cauldron into an airtight earthen oven that blew wind.

As the blast progressed, the crucible could not withstand such a high temperature, and there was a certain amount of melting.

The iron sand inside turned into a lump, and after taking it out and cooling it with water, Yan Zheng asked the clansmen to carefully remove the impurities cemented on the iron.

Then the crucible was changed, and the iron was turned again.

repeated it three times in a row, and Yan Zheng got a satisfactory piece of iron.

Then he asked his people to take a hardwood stick and start striking the iron, and after a few blows, he burned the red iron again and continued to strike.

Once you have the desired shape, you can start quenching.

After quenching three times, a somewhat dark piece of iron in the shape of an axe was obtained.

Yan Zheng couldn't be sure what the carbon content of this iron was, but no matter how much carbon it contained, this piece of iron made into an axe would not be too brittle.

This is also the reason why he decided to make an axe first, because the axe uses less iron, and because the horizontal and vertical ratios are smaller than the knife, as long as the hardness is enough, it can be used.

Although this first axe is very irregular, it only has a certain fan-like shape. And the size is also a little too small, only half the size of a palm.

But to be able to do this, Yan Zheng felt that it was almost enough. At least you can already hang any stone axe!

He asked his people to get another axe, and the rest of the iron sand was used to forge a hammer.

After another day of hard work, Yan Zheng finally held two half-finished axes and hammers, he only felt that the iron axe was in his hand, and his sense of security was raised to a higher level.

He immediately ran to find a piece of gray sandstone, sharpened the axe into a thin blade, and then gave it to a clansman for him to try to use.

When this clansman easily used an axe to leave a mark on the wood, he was stunned! There was an indescribable shock and ecstasy in his eyes.

Yan Zheng smiled with satisfaction, handed over the work of sharpening the knife to him, and asked him to follow this blade and open the edge of the axe deeper.

In this way, it took nine days until the seedlings could be transplanted, and Yan Zheng's first iron-making finally came to an end.

The two axes were fitted with wooden handles, and the hammer, which did not look like a hammer, was also tied to the wooden handle.

When these two axes and hammers were displayed in front of all the clansmen, the expressions of these people looking at Yan Zheng could no longer be described in words.

The leader and the witch were in tears, and they stroked the axe, and with their own hands they went to cut down a tree next to the tribe.

Then, in the atmosphere of the tribesmen looking at the gods, the leader and the witch launched a tribal carnival with axes and hammers.

The clansmen lit bonfires and used a tribal unique oral instrument, making a trembling sound.

They danced around the campfire and sang one by one.

Two axes, a hammer, and three clusters of arrows made of leftover materials were quietly placed on the altar where the ancestral spirits were worshipped.

The leader and the witch respectfully told the ancestral spirit, as if to tell the ancestral spirit about this great blessing of the tribe.

Their approach surprised Yan Zheng a little, because he confirmed that the object of sacrifice of the leader and the witch was the ancestral spirit! And not pure deity.

In other words, this tribe also respects its ancestors to a certain extent, believing that its ancestors are gods. Or rather, they are the descendants of the gods.

This is not a simple common consciousness, which is somewhat similar to the consciousness that appeared in the Sanmiao tribe in China.

And what makes Yan Zheng even more curious is that this tribe is not very productive, but it already has the concept of a family.

At present, the tribe implements one family and one household, but private ownership is not the mainstream of the tribe, and there is only limited private ownership.

The prey they harvest is generally owned by the tribe and is distributed by the chief.

So looking at these ecstatic clansmen, Yan Zheng actually wanted to determine his geographical location.

He had carefully observed the moon, and when he found that it was the same as he remembered, he confirmed that he was on Earth, and in the Northern Hemisphere.

It's just that he can't confirm the latitude and longitude, and the time he stays is a little short, so he can't roughly judge it by the climate.

But he also understands that there will also be big errors in climate judgment, because for thousands of years, the average temperature of the world is not constant, but has been changing.

Thinking of this, the sense of accomplishment that Yan Zheng just had in his heart was half extinguished.

The world is so big, the tribe is so small, and his journey is still very long!

The little he has achieved so far is simply too small!

The revelry continued, but he couldn't sit still.

He ran to the breeding field and inspected the seedlings, which were ready to be transplanted.

I went to look at the growth of the beans again, and found that the growth of the beans was very gratifying.

Even the honey locust he let his people sow at random sprouted dark green seedlings.

Yan Zheng left the field satisfied, and looked at the vegetable garden next to his thatched house, and all the four seasoning crops were alive. And since some drenched water, it has grown a lot stronger.

These are his confidences! These all represent the direction in which the tide of history is heading! Farming will inevitably ban hunting, just as industrial civilization will destroy agricultural civilization.

He returned to the carnival camp and was in a much better mood.

He told the leader and the witch to stop the revelry, then raised an axe and said, "I can make a god!" ”

"Yes, so that the tribe will no longer starve!"

"As long as you are there, the reclaimed land will be full of rice!"

"We'll have endless food!"

The clansmen listened to his stumbling words, although they lacked few words, but most of them already understood half of them.

Hearing that there was no need to starve, they immediately shouted wildly, they had completely believed Yan Zheng.

The leader and the witch also looked excited, and the unbelievable thing like metal gave them a shock that touched their souls.

It can be said that from now on, the entire tribe will be headed by the will of Yan Zheng alone.

From now on, his words will become more and more credible.

When the tribe actually started farming, everyone would be able to eat, live in spacious houses, and put on new clothes.

He will become the soul of this tribe, and with him, this tribe will be confident that it can overcome everything.

Yan Zheng enjoyed this honor, waved his hand and said, "In the future, we will also have more iron!" Build more Iron Axes! ”

"Iron!"

All the clansmen chimed in: "Iron! Iron! Iron! ”

From today onwards, this peculiar thing will be called iron!

And in the future, there will be more and more such terms, as long as it is created by Yan Zheng, there will be a new term.

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