I am a primitive

This thing is really too light, far less heavy than carrying a rock. I have never been afraid of opening a rock. How can I be stumped by such a light grain pole?

Shenzi really made a big fuss this time.

"Huh, bang..."

The wooden fork turned half a circle in the air with the sound of wind, and it slapped on the spread millet pole, looking extremely relaxed.

Han Cheng, who was standing by the iron stove, looked at Shang who was patting the grain pole in the distance, with a smile on his face.

You can't travel far with light load.Many things are easy at first glance, but once you do a lot, you will find that it is not easy.

"Continue to strike the iron."

Han Cheng looked at Shang who had already taken off his shirt, and said to the second senior brother with a smile.

Now that Shang has some different ideas, let's use these grain poles to boil him well.

"Whoosh..."

Shang wiped his sweat while panting heavily.

At this time, he was no longer as vigorous as before, and his powerful arms also became a little sore, and when he raised his fork, he would tremble slightly.

How can you be so tired?

Looking at the more than half of the grain stems that have not been patted, he thought so in his heart.

This kind of work shouldn't be so tiring, it's even more tiring than carrying stones.

He paused for a while, then raised the heavy wooden fork, and slapped the unfinished grain pole...

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"How about it?"

Han Cheng came from the blacksmith's stove, looked at Shang who was panting by the millet pole and asked with a smile.

Shang saw that the Son of God was coming, so he got up quickly, but he didn't get up all at once, and stood up three times in a row, before standing up with the wooden fork.

"Son of God, I was wrong..."

Shang willingly admits his mistake.

Today, less than one-third of the millet stalks he patted out to dry, and this is not the first time to millet, if it is the first time, it will be even more tiring.

It turned out that this job didn't look very tiring, but it was really so tiring. What the Son of God said about creating a 'stone roller' and using deer instead of people to fight the field was really necessary to carry out.

otherwise……

Thinking of the large tracts of land that they had reclaimed around the tribe, and remembering the scene of beating the seemingly endless millet with a wooden fork, Shang couldn't help but shudder.

This thing is really tiring.

Is it just the weapon I long for...?

When he remembered this incident, his expression became a little dark.

Wait for a while, wait until you find the iron bacteria, and then...

Han Cheng looked at Shang who was sincerely convinced, reached out and patted his shoulder, and then turned the hand behind his back to the front.

"Hey, look at this."

Han Cheng raised his right hand, and an iron plate more than ten centimeters long, two centimeters wide, and three to four millimeters thick appeared in front of Shang.

Near the bottom, there is also a stubble about three centimeters long.

A purely round gun tip is too heavy, wastes iron, and doesn't work well.

The one that Han Cheng is holding now is something he made out of Ge in his memory.

His immature painting skills, the second senior brother's half-handed blacksmithing skills, and his desire to save a little iron, together, made this thing he called Ge less like a Ge.

This thing is better than an iron spear head. After sharpening the edge, it can easily pierce the prey's body.

At the same time, the stubble can also prevent the iron spear from being inserted too deep as much as possible, making it difficult to pull it out.

Han Cheng also considered the matter of forging some weapons. The rattan shield led by the senior brother and the sling team led by the second senior brother did not need iron.

In other words, even if iron is used, the increase in power is not obvious.

The spear team and archery team led by Shang and Junior Brother Sha can use the least amount of iron to increase the maximum combat power.

The gun shaft and arrow shaft are still made of wood, and only some gun heads and arrows need to be made of iron.

This time Shang didn't need to make a sound, Han Cheng would build some appropriately, but before he finished the things, Shang had already started to speak.

Han Cheng also took him to a boil as a matter of course.

"Iron weapons?!"

Shang, who was losing his mind, saw the iron spear that Han Cheng took out in front of him, a usually steady man, suddenly cried out, full of surprise and disbelief.

"Take it, go sharpen it, sharpen it and put it on the gun barrel."

Han Cheng patted the out-of-shape Tie Ge in Shang's hand, and said to him with a smile.

"Son of God..."

Shang held the Tie Ge in his hand, looked at Han Cheng in a daze, and didn't know what to say.

Han Cheng patted him on the shoulder with a smile, and said with a smile: "Okay, go quickly, grind it hard, put it on and see how powerful it is."

"Ah."

Shang, with some red eye circles, nodded vigorously, and ran towards the whetstone holding the iron dagger that seemed to weigh a thousand catties in his hand.

Looking at Shang from a distance, squatting there and sharpening his iron spear, Han Cheng smiled.

Hitting a stick and then feeding a sweet date, this method is really simple and effective.

Beside the whetstone, not only Shang was squatting and sharpening things, but Junior Brother Sha was also sharpening the iron arrowheads excitedly and carefully. There were five such arrowheads in total.

In addition, Ruhua, who has given birth to the confinement child, also grinds iron needles there.

Compared with other large objects, Han Cheng was very generous with iron needles, which were made of extremely small materials, and directly made ten of them.