Han Cheng was quite surprised when he saw the bow in Junior Brother Sha's hand, which was thick in the middle, slightly thinner at both ends and slightly curved.

Because according to his estimation, with the current tools, even the fastest lame man would need to wait until around noon to finish the bow.

Looking up at Junior Brother Sha's bloodshot eyes, Han Cheng knew what was going on.

When a person particularly likes something and is able to do his best to achieve it, there is a great possibility that he will burst out with great enthusiasm like Junior Brother Sha.

The bow was very well made, better than Han Cheng expected.

To be able to make such a bow under such conditions, I have to say that Junior Brother Sha put in a lot of effort.

Han Cheng took the bow in his hand, looked at it carefully for a while, and nodded vigorously at Junior Brother Sha to show his approval. Junior Brother Sha's tired and tense face suddenly broke into a smile.

Then Han Cheng taught him to use a stone knife to carve bowstring grooves on both ends of the bow, and then find a rope of suitable thickness, and let Junior Brother Sha hold down the bow while Han Cheng hung the string on it.

There were no cows at that time. If there were cows available, and they were used to make bow strings using cow tendons, the performance of the bows produced would be better.

Han Cheng thought about this and couldn't help but smile to himself. He really was greedy.

Bo and several other senior brothers who also made bows and arrows were a little surprised to see the bow in Junior Brother Sha's hand. Most of them had not even finished half of it, but Junior Brother Sha had already finished the bow. The gap was indeed quite large.

Junior Brother Sha pulled the bow with force and then released it. The bow trembled slightly, making a buzzing sound, showing the power of the bow.

The expression on his face became very excited, and he couldn't help but want to go outside to shoot a few arrows to verify the power of the bow.

"Let's go and try it!"

Han Cheng also wanted to know how powerful the wooden bow he made by copying the images he had seen in movies and TV shows was.

The same thing happened to the eldest brother and others. After taking the three feather arrows made yesterday, they went outside together which was covered with snow.

Among the people who followed out, only the second senior brother didn't care too much. He didn't think that the newly made bow would be that powerful.

When he went out to watch the arrow test, he also picked up a few stones, ready to test the new bow again.

Han Cheng roughly estimated the distance of twenty-five meters, drew a horizontal line on the snow with his foot, and then asked Junior Brother Sha to stand there and shoot arrows.

Twenty-five meters was the distance at which Junior Brother Sha tested his archery yesterday.

Junior Brother Sha took a deep breath, drew the bow and aimed, then loosened his hand and the arrow flew out like a meteor chasing the moon.

"Duk!"

Junior Brother Sha's archery skills did not disappoint. The first arrow did not miss the target. The feather arrow hit the tree stump that was used as a target, causing it to shake a little.

Everyone cheered, but the second brother snorted and tightened his grip on the stone.

The wooden feather arrow was firmly embedded in the tree stump. Han Cheng pulled it out twice but failed. It was Junior Brother Sha who did it.

Everyone could not hide their excitement.

The archery distance moved back about five meters. Junior Brother Sha continued to draw the bow. The first arrow missed, but the second arrow hit.

Everyone continued to cheer, and those who, like the second brother, thought that the bow and arrow were not very good after seeing it yesterday began to waver in their thoughts.

When the distance was extended to sixty meters and Junior Brother Sha shot the feather arrow into the wooden stake again, those who thought the feather arrow was not effective were all convinced by this new weapon.

The second brother thought for a while, then quietly threw a few stones in his hands into the snow pit. This distance was beyond his ability to throw with his arms.

Faced with such facts, no matter how reluctant he was, he had to admit that the bow and arrow was indeed a very remarkable thing.

Yesterday, I could easily beat the bow and arrow, but now, after just one night, I have been far surpassed. This...

After the improved bow and arrow came out, it immediately refreshed everyone in the tribe's understanding of bows and arrows. If this trend continues, it is not impossible to create a bow and arrow that can shoot down the sun...some people thought so in their hearts.

As for the eldest brother and others who had been assigned wood yesterday but had not yet finished their work, they were filled with excitement and went on to make bows and arrows in high spirits.

Heiwa knocked on wood in the room for a while, and suddenly seemed to remember something. He put down the thing in his hand, then walked out of the room and walked towards the door.

The courtyard soon became quiet, and after a while, the second senior brother, who had already returned to the house, walked out of the house.

He found the stones he had thrown into the snow pit not long ago, then looked around and came to the sixty-meter distance he had marked out before. He stood in position, raised his left arm, which was best for throwing, high up, and then swung it down with force.

The stone in his hand flew out, drew a parabola in the air, and fell into the snow.

From here it looked like the wooden stake was not far away, but when he got there he found it was still quite far away, and the second brother looked even more discouraged...

"God... Son of God! Son of God!"

Han Cheng stood by the window in the room, lifted a corner of the animal skin covering the window, and looked at his second senior brother who was standing in the snow and throwing stones at the wooden stakes. He couldn't help but sigh. He could understand his second senior brother's mood at this moment.

Just as he was expressing his emotion, Heiwa's voice suddenly sounded from a distance, full of surprise.

Did this guy eat magpie shit? So happy? He's already a father, but still so unstable.

Han Cheng thought so.

“Bang!”

The door was suddenly opened, hit the wall behind and bounced back. A figure flashed from the door and rushed into the snow. It was Han Dashenzi, who was thinking about being steady just now.

Of course Han Cheng would not be calm, because just now, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

"Charcoal! Charcoal! Charcoal...done...done..."

Han Cheng ran a short distance and saw Heiwa running towards him. Before he got close to him, Heiwa started shouting loudly after seeing Han Cheng.

Han Cheng's tense heart suddenly relaxed and he couldn't help but stop walking.

carbon!

It's really charcoal!

He didn't know how to describe his feelings for a moment.

“How much was burned?”

Han Cheng suppressed his excitement and asked Heiwa who had already run to his side.

"No... not burned... burned..., everything... is fine..."

Heiwa was running out of breath and talking breathlessly, but the excitement on his face was hard to conceal.

Not burned?

Han Cheng's eyes widened instantly.

How is this possible? !

After he learned from Heiwa that the charcoal was indeed burned, he just thought that a lot of charcoal was produced this time. As for the fact that no firewood was burned, he really didn't dare to think about it.

Hearing Heiwa say this, Han Cheng couldn't believe it.

"Are you sure there's no firewood burned?"

"It's really...it's really not...not burned, it's all...all charcoal!"

Heiwa nodded vigorously.