Following the beheading ceremony a few months ago, the Qingque tribe, which had not made any major moves for a long time, took action again today.

Everyone was excitedly preparing for the upcoming meeting to inform the gods.

Looking at this knife which not only looked ugly but was also not very sharp, Han Cheng's old face turned red again.

"Wu, don't inform the gods now."

Han Cheng looked at Wu who was making final preparations with great excitement, and spoke again.

This thing is really not worth showing off.

Wu, who usually doesn't express his opinions much, was extremely resolute on this matter.

He insisted that the iron knife was a supreme treasure and needed to be reported to the gods.

Not only him, but everyone in the Qingque tribe thought the same way.

Han Cheng had to agree reluctantly. After seeing the tribe's grand fanfare, and then looking at this unusually simple knife, his old face couldn't help but turn red.

If it were just these, it would be fine, but the key is that there is Bai Xuemei, the little child bride, who is constantly giving the finishing touches.

"Brother Cheng, why is your face red?"

"Brother Cheng, why are you sweating?"

"Brother Cheng, let me fan the flames for you..."

Looking at the child bride with an innocent face who kept asking questions about his adopted child bride with concern, Han Cheng had the urge to cover her mouth.

This little girl is so bad.

Amid the beating sound of leather drums, the sacrifice that made Han Cheng laugh and cry began with unprecedented grandness.

On the stone platform that served as an altar, there were unsharpened iron axes and sharpened iron knives.

Among them were hastily made chisels and saws that were only twenty centimeters long and had not yet been sharpened.

The witch was dancing a dance that Han Cheng still didn't understand. She seemed to be extremely energetic and kept uttering some incomprehensible syllables from her mouth.

Apart from the stone and the witch, there should be no one else in the entire tribe who could understand it.

This scene reminded Han Cheng of a joke. A little girl, who was only a few years old, shook her head and called out in a baby voice, "Uncle, uncle, there are parts of Journey to the West that I don't understand. Can you explain it to me?"

An uncle felt relieved, thinking to himself that he had read "Journey to the West" no less than ten times and remembered all the plots by heart. How could he not be able to answer a small question from his little niece?

So he patted his chest and boasted: "Just ask, uncle will take care of it."

The little girl tilted her head, her big eyes twinkling, and said in a childish voice and with a serious face: "Uncle, can you tell me how to recite the spell? He recited it too fast, I couldn't hear it clearly..."

The uncle was speechless and looked confused...

But Biewu doesn't know what he is talking about, Han Cheng thought with evil humor.

The extremely grand sacrifice was over, and several iron utensils were placed on the stone altar. The witch held the iron knife and was unwilling to let go, saying that he wanted to use them as utensils to worship the gods.

Han Cheng's face twitched. The things thrown away in the future were of better quality than this knife...

Fortunately, this god is a fictitious thing, otherwise, the Qingque tribe would have a high possibility of being struck by lightning.

Han Cheng was helpless about Wu's behavior. He had spent so much effort to make this little piece of iron tool just to use it and create something more valuable.

It is not a good habit to leave it there and let it rust without being used.

Han Cheng tried to persuade Wu for a long time before he finally made him realize the mistake of his thinking.

The four pieces of iron tools were also taken down from the altar. The axe, the chisel and the even more horrible iron saw were distributed to Bo, Mu and Heiwa to sharpen respectively.

When Han Cheng was sharpening his knife before, they all watched and they were able to do the job well by following his example.

The most difficult thing to sharpen is not the bulky axe, but the toothy iron saw.

This thing has too many notches, and if you're not careful when sharpening it will get stuck on the whetstone.

The progress of polishing several pieces of ironware was much slower than Han Cheng expected.

The reason is that these guys are reluctant to put in the effort when grinding.

Although they knew that these iron tools were extremely hard and strong and would not be easily damaged, they were still very careful and did not dare to use too much force.

It was not until Han Cheng said it several times and kicked each of them in the butt that these Lame guys slowly let go.

"Bang!"

Lame held the sharpened axe in his right hand and brought it down diagonally.

The axe hit a tree stick with a diameter of more than three centimeters that was placed flat on the wooden stake below, and the stick broke directly into two pieces.

One of the short pieces flew far away.

When it comes to chopping things, a knife is far inferior to a heavy and powerful axe.

Looking at the piece of wooden stick that flew out, everyone in the Qingque tribe was once again stunned.

I originally thought that this axe was amazing as it could be used to smash stones and forge iron, but who would have thought that after being sharpened, it would be sharper than an iron knife when used to chop wood!

Moreover, these tools made of iron are more tangible than the stone and bone tools they had made before.

This iron is really a good thing!

No wonder the Son of God spent so much effort to forge it out of iron.

Looking at these magical weapons, the people of the Qingque tribe sincerely admired the wisdom and actions of the Son of God.

Some people remembered that the Son of God was determined to burn charcoal last year, and their reverence for Him increased even more.

No wonder the Son of God went to such great lengths to make charcoal. It turned out that the biggest purpose was not to barbecue, but to refine this extremely precious iron tool...

While everyone else in the Qingque tribe was marveling at the usefulness of iron tools, the tribe's top carpenter, Lame, frowned.

He held the saw with a wooden handle in his hand, and most of the saw body was stuck in a tree trunk in front of him that was as thick as a bowl.

Not only was he frowning, Han Cheng was also frowning.

This iron saw, unique to the Qingque tribe, was used to saw wood. It was very easy at the beginning, and it sawed nearly three centimeters deep in a short while.

The speed became slower and slower as we went further down, and now it was completely stuck inside.

Han Cheng was no stranger to the saw, an essential tool for carpenters in later generations. It was used to saw wood at a very fast speed.

Even if it is not fast, there should not be a phenomenon of saw jamming.

How could the saw I made be bitten so badly by the wood?

Was it that the wood in primitive times was too hungry, or was it that the saws made by ourselves were too thick?

Han Cheng frowned and scratched his head.

After careful observation and comparison with the saw he remembered, Han Cheng finally found the problem.

The key is the sawtooth.

The saw made by Han Cheng had teeth that were perpendicular to the saw surface, while the saws of later generations had teeth that were slanted to the sides one by one.

If you tilt it to the sides, the gap created will be larger and the saw will not get stuck.