"Pa pa pa"

“Pah pah pah…”

The monotonous sound of a wooden hammer hitting red-hot iron echoed intermittently in the Qingque tribe.

There are four pieces of iron in the inaccessible furnace. This not only saves the time of ironmaking, but also saves charcoal.

Although the wooden hammer is not as powerful as the iron axe, it still has some effect.

This is what Han Chengcai remembered after working with the iron axe for two days.

Among the several pieces of iron, the iron axe was the one that made the fastest progress. Now it has taken shape.

The witch, who had fed the rabbit, strolled over holding the shameless rabbit.

Looking at this piece of iron that has changed drastically, his eyes became somewhat serious.

He knew that in the past few days, several stones and wooden hammers had to be cracked in order to forge the iron.

Such a big stone was cracked, but the iron that was hammered not only did not break, but became even more neat. This made him and the others who saw this scene begin to firmly believe what the Son of God said: iron is harder than stone.

These days, there are many people who go to the blacksmith furnace when they have nothing to do.

They were looking forward to the Son of God performing miracles again and seeing real iron products appear in the world.

Amid such anticipation, the iron products that had been forged for several days began to gradually emerge.

The first thing that appeared was an unbladed axe.

Due to limited tools, the axe he made was far from what Han Cheng had imagined.

But it can be used barely.

The reason why the axe was not sharpened was not because Han Cheng wanted to make a "heavy axe without a blade", but because he wanted to quickly get out the other three pieces of iron that had been hammered with a wooden hammer for several days.

"when!"

A sound of metal clashing suddenly rang out and spread around.

Heiwa, holding the axe with a wooden handle, looked at the faint mark left on the red-hot iron after the axe hit it down, and his eyes immediately lit up.

This time, the effect was greater than the previous ten hits with a wooden hammer!

“Dangdangdang!”

The iron block that was difficult to shake with a wooden hammer quickly changed its shape under the iron axe made of the same type, and the efficiency was greatly improved.

After the iron was returned to the furnace, the eldest brother, who had been watching here for a while, took the axe from Heiwa.

He held it in his hand and looked at it carefully for a while. After asking Han Cheng for his opinion, he smashed it hard with a stone weighing no less than ten pounds.

With just one blow, this solid stone broke into several pieces!

The eldest brother stared blankly at the shattered stone, unable to believe that he had caused it.

He was afraid that the axe would break, so he didn't use much force at once.

In his expectation, this stone would need to be hit several times and with great force before it would break, but it unexpectedly cracked with just one hit!

The people watching around were also a little stunned. From their previous blacksmithing, they had seen that iron was harder than stone, and thought that was amazing. They didn't expect that hitting the stone directly with iron would produce an even stronger effect!

The stone, which they thought was the hardest, had no resistance at all in front of the iron axe!

It didn't look like the eldest brother used much strength, the stone cracked lightly.

One can't help but wonder whether this is still a stone.

"Look at the axe!"

Someone came back to his senses from the shock and spoke out to remind others.

The others also turned their eyes to the axe with the blade facing upwards.

After being reminded, the eldest brother remembered the axe and quickly turned it over.

There are some white marks on the back of the four-sided axe.

The eldest brother wiped the white marks with his fingers and they disappeared.

This is the stone foam that is stuck on.

After wiping off the stone foam, the entire axe looked intact.

“Hiss~!”

Looking at this intact axe, some people began to gasp.

This iron tool is so terrifying!

Wu took the axe from the eldest senior brother, his hands trembling a little.

“Son of God…”

He looked at Han Cheng, then at the rubble on the ground, raised the axe in his hand, and looked very surprised.

"Wu, smash it."

Han Cheng looked at the surprised expressions of the crowd and felt very pleased. He smiled at Wu, then pointed to another stone not far away and said to Wu.

"Smash?"

Wu was somewhat tempted, yet hesitant.

"Well, smash!"

Han Cheng nodded vigorously and said to Wu Dao with a smile.

Encouraged by Han Cheng again, Wu stood up excitedly, took the axe and walked to the stone. He held the axe with both hands and shook it a little unfamiliarly, then smashed it down with force.

Except during sacrifices and when raping rabbits, the witch rarely acts so high-spirited and domineering.

"when!"

The axe hit the stone, bounced up, and then fell down again.

"when!"

Another axe fell, and the stone could not withstand the blow of the axe and broke into several pieces.

The already shocked people of the Qingque tribe became even more shocked.

A wizard of such an old age, who does not rely on strength to win, can actually use this axe to easily break the stone. This... this is really unbelievable!

The fire continued to burn, and the sound of iron forging could be heard intermittently in the Qingque tribe. The people working in the tribe seemed a little absent-minded, and would look at the iron furnace from time to time.

The iron axe refreshed everyone's concept and made everyone look forward to the emergence of new iron tools.

"Chichi~"

"Chichi~"

A piece of stone with a fine texture and a bit soft was placed on the ground, supported at one end by a stone about three or four centimeters thick.

Han Cheng squatted on the ground, holding a piece of iron about ten centimeters long, four centimeters wide, thick on one side and thin on the other, and rubbing it up and down on the stone.

As he moved, something black remained on the fine stone, which was the iron being worn away.

This kind of fine and soft stone is most suitable for sharpening knives. It is not easy to damage the blade and there will be no chipping on the blade.

Han Cheng sharpened the knife for a while, then scooped some water from a ceramic basin on the side, poured it on the whetstone, and continued sharpening.

The water will wash away the stone powder, increase the friction, and grind faster.

After sharpening it for a while, Han Cheng picked up the long piece of iron that could barely be called a knife, and scratched the edge with his fingers to test whether it was sharp.

The shiny blade gently stroked my finger, but there was no feeling of wanting to cut into it. This iron-like melon-killing knife had not been sharpened to the right degree and needed further sharpening.

But it is sharper than a bone knife.

It is really not easy to sharpen an iron knife without electric equipment such as grinders.

After sharpening the blade for a while, Han Cheng looked at the still relatively thick blade edge and suddenly remembered the old woman who sharpened the iron rod into a needle and gave the great poet Li a lesson in such a great way.

In his own tribe, if anyone was so prodigal as to grind a large iron rod into a needle, Han Cheng would definitely beat her up personally.