Ye Feng placed his hand against the blower's outlet, feeling the force of the wind...

It's a bit like... the lowest setting on a small fan.

Although it's not particularly powerful, the effect is still quite considerable if two blowers are used together.

A few dozen seconds later, Fu Changxiong suddenly stopped what he was doing and started blowing on his palm.

"Hoo! Hoo! Brother, this thing works, but you can't keep rubbing it with your hands all the time, can you?"

Even my calloused hands can't stand rubbing for a minute; iron smelting takes an hour or two.

Wouldn't that peel off all the skin?

"Hmm, that makes sense."

Ye Feng nodded in agreement; he had already thought of this.

"So I also need to make a labor-saving device."

After saying that, under the puzzled gazes of the crowd, he brought out several wooden sticks of different sizes.

After measuring and measuring for a while, he sawed it into three sticks that were almost the same length.

Two are as thick as a wrist, and one is as thick as a forearm.

Then they sawed off a large section of the stick that was sticking the fan blades out of the blower.

Then, after a little time, he sharpened one end of the two wrist-thick sticks into a pointed shape.

Then, they used a hammer to nail it to both sides of the blower.

This serves to fix the casing in place, preventing it from shifting as the blower blades operate.

After that, Ye Feng took the chisel and began to strike the middle of the stick, which was about the thickness of a forearm.

It's obvious that this is for drilling holes...

His goal was simple: to make a blower that could be operated with one hand.

Arrange these three sticks into the shape of the character "冂" to secure the blower.

Then insert the stick that clamps the blower blades into the hole in the middle of the top stroke of the character "冂".

Finally, make a small wooden bow-like pulling device and tie the bowstring to the stick that holds the fan blades.

In this way, you can achieve the same effect as rubbing with both hands by simply pulling back and forth with one hand.

The rotational force drives the fan blades hidden inside the blower casing, creating an airflow...

This wind will travel along the blower duct and fly directly into the furnace.

The effect is definitely not much worse than that of the bellows...

Around 5 pm —

Wisps of smoke rose from the mountains and forests, and the charcoal inside the furnace had already begun to carbonize slowly without anyone noticing.

"Whoosh~"

Ye Feng let out a long sigh; the blower was finally completely finished…

The onlookers, filled with curiosity, all gathered around.

Zhan Pengfei was the most proactive among them…

"Hey, Brother Feng, let me try..."

Ye Feng did not refuse and made room for him.

Zhan Pengfei rubbed his hands together excitedly, like a child who had just received his beloved Ultraman toy.

He grasped the small wooden bow and gently pulled it back and forth with one hand.

"Heh! There's a wind! And it's quite strong."

Zhan Pengwu pressed his face against the air vent, looking like he'd never seen anything like it before.

Tang Weiwei also felt the wind force with his hand, and even he, who was always arrogant, couldn't help but admire it.

"Ye Feng is amazing. He actually made this kind of wind-powered blower using only mud."

Based solely on this extraordinary imagination and craftsmanship, it's no surprise that they deserve the top spot on the list.

Before meeting Ye Feng, Tang Weiwei was actually quite curious about this young man who was three years younger than her.

He always thought that the person ranked first on the leaderboard must be an extremely powerful and mysterious master.

But when they saw Ye Feng, they found that he didn't know any martial arts at all, and they were immediately disappointed.

I think this kid must have gotten in through connections, or that this ranking list has no merit at all.

But after spending the past two days together, he also learned about some of Ye Feng's experiences.

What shocked him was that Ye Feng actually brought along this group of weak teammates who were practically incapable of fighting...

Not only have they survived to this day, but they are also living such a good life.

All the original equipment he wore was created by his own hands.

Tang Weiwei then fully understood that combat strength didn't seem to be that important in this game.

Extensive knowledge and a clever mind seem to be the keys to survival.

Unconsciously, his proud martial arts heart had actually been conquered by Ye Feng.

The facts prove that overwhelming force can only force people to submit.

Only transcendent wisdom can truly win people's hearts and minds.

"Maybe he really can smelt steel..."

Tang Weiwei, who was initially skeptical, had to believe in the power of the blower after seeing it.

When are you planning to start practicing?

Ye Feng raised his head and looked thoughtfully at the gradually darkening sky.

"We can only make the charcoal today; the steelmaking shouldn't be finished until tomorrow."

But before that, I need to make a smelting vessel; the old one was too small.

As he spoke, he started fiddling with the mud again.

"Let me help you..."

Tang Weiwei put down her bow and prepared to go forward to help, looking very eager.

But he didn't notice that everyone was staring at him with surprised eyes, including Ye Feng...

The reason is simple: Tang Weiwei, who is always aloof, usually has a stern face.

Not liking to talk to people is one thing, but offering to help enthusiastically? That's something I've never seen before…

Hehe~

Zhan Pengfei grinned and slowly approached Tang Weiwei, speaking in a whisper that everyone could hear...

"Brother Dawei...are you learning to sculpt clay?"

Tang Weiwei immediately raised an eyebrow, her eyes darting around in a panic.

Yes, he really wants to learn…

In his view, one could use only their hands to transform mud into useful tools for survival.

What a cool skill this is! It's even more impressive than riding a horse and shooting arrows.

Moreover, judging from Ye Feng's skillful way of making the blower and furnace, it was clear that he could make even more things.

You'll definitely learn a lot by learning from him...

But how could he, who is always so proud, possibly admit it?

"What nonsense are you talking about! Why would I...why would I learn this? I just...seeed that he was too busy, and simply wanted to help out."

His hesitant manner made everyone grin and chuckle.

Liu Sisi's words struck him like a dagger...

"Oh, Brother Tang, it's not a bad habit to be ashamed to ask questions."

Brother Feng is very generous and will definitely teach you, but it's a bit disrespectful of you to always have such a stern face.

Why don't you smile first? Stop looking so aloof. We'll be friends from now on.

"Tch~"

Tang Weiwei reluctantly and arrogantly turned her head, picked up the compound bow, and walked into the woods.

His proud personality prevented him from ever lowering his pride.

"I'm going to hunt some birds; I'll make soup with them tonight..."

Watching his departing figure, Liu Sisi said resentfully:

"What a stubborn mule! He clearly wants to learn, but he insists on pretending to be indifferent. How can there be such a strange person?"