“Son of God…”

Mu Tou was holding these two extremely precious and meaningful iron objects, and for a moment he didn't know what to say. He could only mutter "Son of God".

Han Cheng raised his arm and patted Mu's shoulder in an awkward position, smiling and saying, "Do a good job."

Mu Tou nodded vigorously.

Shang's expression was very complicated. Looking at the two pieces of iron in Mu Tou's hands, he felt envious, unwilling, and unfair...

Maybe it has something to do with his experience, he is very concerned about things like weapons.

Now that he had iron, which was more useful than stone and bone, he naturally associated it with weapons.

If such strong and sharp iron is installed on a wooden spear, replacing the stone spear and bone spear to become an iron spear, wouldn't it be more powerful?

Whether used for hunting or defense, it is a great improvement in combat power.

If they encounter the evil tribe that harmed their tribe in the past, they will definitely be able to defeat and kill them with the iron spear in their hands!

With this idea in mind, he was the most enthusiastic among the people of the Green Bird Tribe in searching for iron bacteria.

When he saw the well-forged iron spike, he was very happy, because in his opinion, this thing was very similar to the bone or stone spear tip tied to a wooden pole, and it was just right to be mounted on the wooden spear.

So when Han Cheng walked towards everyone with this thing in his hand, he was the most excited, thinking that this newly made thing belonged to him.

However, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. The thing that cost so much iron to make is not a weapon, but is used to smash stones...

How could he calm down after hearing this?

What we made before were tools, and what we made this time are still tools, but no weapons...

…Just use a wooden fork to hit the grain. Isn’t that what everyone in the tribe does in the past two years?

Hasn’t all the food been brought into the house?

Why do you have to make a stone roller of unknown shape?

"… threshing the grain is not tiring, and there is no need for a stone roller…"

Even the calmest people can become impulsive sometimes. In this matter, Shang, who had been holding it in for a long time, finally couldn't help but speak.

Han Cheng stopped and looked at the man who seemed a little uneasy and dissatisfied, and sighed slightly in his heart.

It is easy to share adversity, but difficult to share wealth.

When everyone is naked and only worried about their stomachs, it is easy to pool their energy. Firstly, everyone is the same and there is nothing to compare. Secondly, it is easier to survive by sticking together for warmth.

When the adversity is over and life is prosperous, it is not so easy to work together and live in harmony as before.

There will always be people who feel that they have contributed more but received less, while others receive more. Everyone feels that they are being wronged and at a disadvantage...

The transition from the most primitive public ownership to private ownership is a historical progress. However, as the surplus wealth continues to increase, the suppressed desires, selfishness, power, etc. will slowly grow and eventually break out of the ground.

This is an irreversible event in the course of historical development; where there is gain there is loss.

This is also the reason why Han Cheng sighed.

If you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight.

The harmony he longs for, like the one he has now, will one day be broken by the increasing abundance of material goods.

What defeats humanity and causes massive death toll will not be a natural disaster, but a man-made disaster.

When heaven and earth are no longer opponents, more and more powerful people will turn their targets of struggle to their own kind...

However, we are not powerless in the face of these things.

These inherent things in people's hearts can be guided and utilized by establishing systems, strengthening ideological education, and developing etiquette.

Thinking this in his mind, Han Cheng smiled, feeling that he was thinking too far ahead and worrying too much.

The transition from public ownership to private ownership does not happen overnight, but is a gradual and long-term process.

The Qingque tribe still has a long way to go if they want to reach that point.

As long as they exist and adopt appropriate methods, the Qingque tribe will not necessarily end up in the out-of-control situation they imagine.

"Isn't threshing tiring?"

Han Cheng looked at Shang who had stopped talking and asked back.

Things like these in a battle are usually handled by Balloon and a few other people as the main force, with the rest of the people not getting involved much, and Shang isn't involved much either.

In his opinion, fighting doesn't require too much strength, all you need to do is keep hitting it, how tiring can it be?

But he didn't say anything, because he felt that what he did today seemed a little wrong, but the iron weapon...

Han Cheng could know what Shang was thinking without Shang saying anything.

It is probably human nature to have high expectations but low skills, to magnify one's own pain and minimize the efforts of others, and to always think that others can succeed easily.

He didn't dwell on this matter any further and looked up at the sun hanging in the sky.

The temperature is low, but the weather is nice.

Han Cheng smiled and pointed to the pile of millet stalks, and said to Shang: "Then go and thresh the field. The threshing was not very clean before, so thresh it again today."

Seeing that the Son of God had a smile on his face and didn't look angry, Shang felt relieved.

He was really worried about making the Son of God unhappy.

Shang set off with the wooden fork. In order to let him experience how tiring it was to thresh the field and convince him, Han Cheng specifically instructed Balloon and others to help him spread the field, and only let him do it independently when threshing the field.

Shang, holding a wooden fork, picked up some light straws. After feeling the weight of the fork in his hand, a smile appeared on his face.

This thing is so light, not nearly as heavy as moving stones. I am not afraid of moving stones, so how could I be troubled by such a light stalk of grain?

The Son of God really did make a big deal out of nothing this time.

“Hoo, bang…”

The wooden fork turned half a circle in the air with the sound of wind, and hit the spread out millet stalks, looking extremely easy.

Han Cheng, who was standing by the blacksmith furnace, looked at Shang patting the grain stalks in the distance with a smile on his face.

Many things seem easy at first, but once you do them more, you will find out how difficult they are.

"Keep on forging iron."

Han Cheng looked at Shang who had already taken off his shirt, and said to his second senior brother with a smile.

Since Shang has some different ideas, let's use these straw to teach him a lesson first.

“Huff…”

Shang wiped the sweat off his face and breathed heavily.

At this moment, he no longer had the high spirits he had at the beginning. His strong arms became a little sore, and they trembled slightly when he raised his forks.

Why am I so tired?

He thought this as he looked at the more than half of the stalks of rice that had not been beaten.

This kind of work shouldn't be so tiring. It's even more tiring than carrying stones.

He paused for a moment, then raised the much heavier wooden fork and hit the uncut stalks of rice...