"How about it?"

Han Cheng walked over from the blacksmith's furnace, looked at Shang who was sitting next to a stalk of millet and breathing heavily, and asked with a smile.

When Shang saw that it was the Son of God coming, he quickly stood up, but he couldn't get up all at once. He tried three times before he finally stood up with the help of the wooden fork.

"Son of God, I was wrong..."

Shang admitted his mistake willingly.

Today, less than one-third of the millet stalks were spread out to dry for him to beat, and this was not the first time. If it was the first time, it would be more tiring.

It turns out that this seemingly easy job is actually so tiring. What the Son of God said about making a 'stone roller' and using deer instead of humans to thresh the field is really necessary to implement.

otherwise……

Thinking about the vast tracts of land around the tribe that they had reclaimed, and the scene of using wooden forks to beat the seemingly endless grain, Shang couldn't help but shudder.

This thing is really tiring.

Is it just the weapon that I desire?

When he thought of this incident, his expression became a little gloomy.

Let's wait until we find iron bacteria, then...

Han Cheng looked at Shang who was convinced, reached out and patted him on the shoulder, then turned the hand behind his back to the front.

"Hey, look at this."

Han Cheng raised his right hand, and an iron piece more than ten centimeters long, two centimeters wide and about three or four millimeters thick appeared in front of Shang.

Near the bottom, there is a horizontal stubble about three centimeters long.

A purely round gun head is too heavy, wastes iron, and is not very effective to use.

What Han Cheng is holding in his hand now is something he made based on his memory of Ge.

His immature painting skills combined with his second senior brother's half-baked blacksmithing skills, plus the desire to save some iron, all made this thing he called a spear not really look like a spear.

This thing is more useful than an iron spear head. After sharpening the edge, it can easily pierce the body of the prey.

At the same time, the horizontal cut can also prevent the iron spear from being inserted too deeply and difficult to pull out.

Han Cheng also considered the matter of forging some weapons. The rattan shields led by the eldest brother and the slingshot team led by the second brother did not need iron.

In other words, even if iron is used, the increase in power is not very obvious.

The spear team and archery team led by Junior Brothers Shang and Sha are the ones that can use the least amount of iron and increase their combat power to the greatest extent.

The gun barrels and arrow shafts are still made of wood, and only some gun heads and arrowheads need to be made of iron.

In fact, Shang didn't need to say anything this time, Han Cheng would have made some of them in moderation. However, before he could finish the things, Shang started talking first.

Han Cheng just tortured him as a matter of course.

"Iron weapons?!"

Shang, who was feeling lost, saw the iron spear that Han Cheng took out. He was usually a very steady man, but he suddenly screamed in surprise and disbelief.

"Take it, sharpen it, and put it on the gun barrel after it is sharpened."

Han Cheng put the slightly deformed iron spear into Shang's hand and said to him with a smile.

“Son of God…”

Shang held the iron spear in his hand and looked at Han Cheng in a daze, not knowing what to say.

Han Cheng smiled and patted him on the shoulder, saying, "Alright, go quickly, sharpen it, and install it to see how powerful it is."

"Um."

Shang, with red eyes, nodded vigorously, holding the iron spear head that seemed to weigh a thousand pounds in his hand, and ran to the whetstone.

Looking from afar at Shang squatting there sharpening the iron spear, Han Cheng smiled.

Beating with a stick and then feeding with a sweet date, this method is indeed simple and effective.

Shang was not the only one squatting beside the grindstone sharpening something. Junior Brother Sha was also there, excitedly and carefully sharpening the iron arrowhead. There were five such arrowheads in total.

In addition, Ruhua, who had just given birth and was in confinement, was also sharpening iron needles there.

Compared with other large objects, Han Cheng was very generous and directly made ten iron needles, which required very little material.

However, due to his limited skills, the iron needles he made were only five times as big as those in later generations.

And the surface is not smooth, it can only be smoothed little by little with a grindstone before it can be used.

But these are enough to make people happy. The women squatted here and grinded, chattering excitedly.

In addition to these, Han Cheng used the remaining iron to make an iron blade for a planer and a knife specifically for cooking.

At this point, all the iron bacteria obtained from this trip were used up.

The iron blade used for the planer is ten centimeters long, four centimeters wide and half a centimeter thick.

One end is sharpened on a whetstone and then mounted on a piece of wood that is 30 cm long and 10 cm wide.

The bottom of the wood was chopped steadily with an axe, and a hole five centimeters long and four centimeters wide was chiseled in the middle slightly to the back, and the sharpened iron blade was inserted into the hole at an angle.

The iron blade should be flush with the bottom surface of the wood, so that when pushing back and forth, the uneven areas on the board can be scraped off.

A horizontal hole is drilled at the back of the wooden groove, and a horizontal wooden stick is installed in it, which makes it convenient to push and pull the planer back and forth by hand.

“Chichi~Chichi~”

The wood-colored shavings curl up from the plane mouth and fall to the ground, exuding the unique fragrance of wood.

Lame put away the plane and looked at the flat and smooth wooden board below with an expression of admiration on his face.

Making the wooden board so smooth and neat was something he had never dared to think of before.

However, now, such a thing actually appeared in his hands so easily.

He looked at the smooth wooden board and then at the plane in his hand. Although he had used this tool several times, it still seemed a little unreal.

This is iron, this is the iron that they once despised...

"Duk!"

When the bowstring sounded, a feather arrow shot out and hit the target hard, with its wings shaking slightly.

"It's all through! It's all through!"

Someone ran over to see the results and shouted with excitement.

This is a specially thickened target, yet it can be penetrated by one arrow. The power of this iron arrowhead is truly amazing!

"puff!"

Shang thrust the iron spear in his hand with all his strength, and the sharp tip of the spear easily pierced into the leather dummy filled with straw.

Imagining that this was the evil tribe that once abducted his tribesmen, a ferocious look appeared on Shang's face.

If any tribe dares to invade this tribe again, he will stab them to death one by one with his iron spear!

In the leeward side of the courtyard where the sun shines, a dozen women from the Qingque tribe are busy making clothes and gloves needed for the winter. They hold iron needles in their hands and prick the leather that has been treated with nitrate. Compared with the bone needles they used before, the sharp iron needles are much easier to use.

The appearance of iron tools made everyone in the Qingque tribe happy.