Jiang Xue held out her hand, and Ah Qing handed her her sword. "This is it. We use iron ore to smelt iron, and then forge it into tools that are more useful than stone tools. Tools made of iron are sharper and more useful than stone tools."
Wu Bing subconsciously stretched out his hand towards her, but just as he was about to touch the sword, he retracted it. He still looked respectful, "Witch Lady, could you please let me see the knife in your hand?"
"Look." Jiang Xue generously threw the sword to him, "But I have to correct you. This thing is called a sword, not a knife."
Wu Bing took the sword and touched the cold sword body. A cold chill came from his fingers. He tried the blade with his hand, but he didn't control the strength well, and his finger was cut instantly.
He was horrified: "This is an iron sword, how can it be so sharp?"
"Actually, iron can be sharper, but our current forging technology is not yet perfect, so this sword cannot be called sharp. A truly sharp sword can cut through iron like mud."
Wu Bing's eyes gleamed with brilliance. He swallowed hard and said, "Mrs. Witch, could you please sell us a few swords? We're willing to pay a high price for them."
Jiang Xue was about to refuse, but then she changed her mind and hesitated again.
She naturally knew what kind of people the Bluebird Tribe were.
They can make the flea market lively and successful, if they can do it, why can't I?
If we seize the right to operate their flea market, won't all the nearby tribes, big and small, have to come to us to exchange any good things they have?
Thinking of this, Jiang Xue said, "It's not impossible. If you can do one thing for me, and if you succeed, we can also give you four pieces of iron."
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