Looking at these more than 30 crude weapons made of meteorite iron, Han Cheng felt dizzy for a while, and suddenly the scene of the meteor shower he saw emerged in his mind several years ago.
I remember that after hearing me say that making wishes on shooting stars was quite effective, my silly wife, Sister Bai Xue, was still muttering about the meteor shower and saying she wanted to have a baby with me.
Then after a while, she became pregnant with Little Pea.
I remember that the meteor shower was moving from south to north, and these tribes came from the north, which is far away from my tribe. Could it be...
Could it be that these meteorites were brought by that meteor shower?
Han Cheng thought so, then smiled and shook his head.
There is no such coincidence in this world.
I saw a meteor shower, and then these meteorites that had not burned completely fell near this cave.
A few years later, the tribe that had obtained a large amount of meteorite iron used weapons made of these meteorite iron to attack their own tribe, but was easily destroyed by their own tribe, and took back the meteorite iron that had once passed over their tribe...
Just thinking about it makes people feel that this thing is impossible. It is really too magical.
Throwing all these messy thoughts out of his mind, Han Cheng looked at the meteorites with a bright smile.
No matter how that tribe obtained so much meteorite iron and made it into weapons, one thing cannot be changed, that is, all the meteorite iron now belongs to their own tribe!
With some meteorite iron, his tribe can make many fine weapons.
For example, knives, axes and other things.
Once successfully made, it can be passed down from generation to generation.
Before the tribe encountered iron ore and developed the technology to make steel, these weapons made of meteorite iron must have been the most sophisticated ones in the tribe.
After all, bronze has its material limitations.
Of course, an important prerequisite for it to be passed down from generation to generation is that the people in the tribe must not have the idea of treating the dead as if they were alive, and the custom of lavish burials must not be allowed to arise in the tribe.
Not only is this useless, it will also cause a huge waste of resources and impose a considerable burden on the living.
As for the burial objects, some were completely buried and slowly merged with the soil, while a considerable portion of them became the preserve of tomb robbers.
Thinking about these things, Han Cheng began to take out these tightly bound crude weapons from the room, piled them in the yard outside, and then set fire to them.
The reason why he set fire to them was not because Han Cheng wanted to do something with them at such a high temperature, but because these weapons were tied very tightly and it was not easy to untie them one by one. It would be better to burn them directly and save effort.
As the flames burned, the wooden handles, vines and other things eventually turned into ashes, leaving only the black meteorite iron.
In the distance, people from the former Black Stone Tribe saw this scene from afar and were heartbroken.
Blackrock weapons!
That's a Blackrock weapon!
These were the Black Stone weapons that made them proud in the past. With them, they followed the leader to obtain a lot of food for the tribe!
Now it has been burned to ashes by the Son of God.
Fortunately, this person did not know the term "prodigal son" or its meaning, otherwise he would have attributed it to the Son of God who was said to be extremely wise without hesitation.
However, when his eyes fell on the bronze hoe in his hand, which seemed dazzling under the sunlight, all these thoughts disappeared in an instant.
The bronze hoe in their hands is no worse than the Blackstone weapons they are proud of in any aspect, and is even more convenient and easy to use.
And these are just the tools used by this tribe to hoe the fields. There is no need to mention how powerful and easy to use those tools specifically used for hunting and attacking enemies are.
It is certain that the Blackrock weapons will be able to completely crush them.
This tribe has so many good things, so it's not surprising that they burned the Blackstone weapons.
He found a wooden stick and used it to dig out the thirty-six pieces of meteorite iron of various sizes that had been initially polished from the ashes. Han Cheng picked up his precious daughter and told the others not to touch the meteorite iron with their hands to avoid burning their hands. Then he went to look for his second senior brother.
The second brother wasn't in a very good condition either, he was also yawning constantly.
Han Cheng didn't find it strange at all that Second Brother was in this state.
He and Wu Du only have one spouse and it is still like this, let alone Second Senior Brother who has three spouses at once.
Just thinking about this number, Han Cheng couldn't help but feel a pain in his back for his second brother.
"Wait, forge these meteorites and make some weapons and tools."
Han Cheng said to his second senior brother.
Originally, he wanted to let the second senior brother start forging it today, but after seeing the condition of the second senior brother, he secretly postponed the forging time.
After all, talent is the foundation, and the rest are just details. You still need to rest when it is time to rest.
While thinking this, Han Cheng suddenly remembered the good thing called wolfberry.
It's a pity that I didn't encounter it. Otherwise, every adult male in the tribe would make a few cups of hot water every day and drink it, which might greatly relieve fatigue.
"Son of God, don't you have bronze..."
After understanding Han Cheng's meaning, the second senior brother seemed a little puzzled and said.
With the continuous mining of the Tongshan copper mine, various bronze products continued to increase, and people in the tribe had a great liking for bronze.
I feel that if I have bronze, I can beat everything, and many things are not as good as bronze.
The second brother had seen these captured black stone weapons before, and waved them in his hands for a while, and felt that they were far less useful than the bronze weapons of his own tribe.
And it's too simple.
Han Cheng smiled. When the furnace temperature was not high enough and the iron smelting technology was far from adequate, ironware was indeed not as good as bronze, which was easier to cast.
For example, during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, iron was called evil gold.
The Qin State, which swept across the six kingdoms, also used bronze weapons to defeat several other countries that used a lot of iron weapons.
But Han Cheng, who came from later generations, knew that steel would be the king in future development.
For example, in the Western Han Dynasty, with the advancement of iron smelting technology, the once glorious bronze civilization was gradually abandoned...
"These weapons are not useful because those people did not forge them well. Once they are forged well, the tools made from these meteorite irons will be more useful than bronze tools.
Not only is it stronger than bronze, it's also sharper than bronze tools."
Han Cheng explained to his second senior brother with a smile.
It is not surprising that the second brother has such an understanding. After all, the people in the tribe have all witnessed the good of Bronze.
They don't know, so just explain it to them.
After hearing Han Cheng's words, the second senior brother's attitude suddenly became very serious. He squatted down, picked up a piece of cold meteorite, and began to look at it carefully.
Second Brother, like everyone else in the tribe, believed very much in what Han Cheng, the Son of God, said.
Now, the Son of God told him that this seemingly inconspicuous stone, which the Son of God called meteorite iron, could be used to make tools that were more useful than bronze tools. That must be the case.
He needs to be treated well.
Thinking about this, the second brother couldn't help but feel excited.
Bronze tools are so easy to use, so how easy would it be to use tools made from this meteorite?
If I could make it myself, wouldn't the tribe have better tools? Wouldn't the tribe become more powerful?
After this thought came to his mind, the second senior brother became even happier, and even a little impatient.
"Son of God, how do we do this? Do we use a furnace to melt it like we do with copper and tin ingots?"
After looking at the heavy meteorite for a while, the second brother, who was itching to try it, couldn't help but ask Han Cheng.
Of course, this meteorite iron cannot be put into the furnace to melt. With the current technical conditions in the tribe, even ordinary iron ore cannot be melted, let alone this meteorite iron.
In fact, things like meteorites basically don't need to be melted.
Because when it is flying at high speed in the air, many of the impurities contained in it have been burned.
For the rest, you just need to use the furnace to heat them as much as possible and then forge them into shape.
No worse than tempered steel.
After listening to his second brother's words, Han Cheng recalled some of the things he had learned about meteorite iron, and then smiled and said to his second brother: "No need to melt it, we can't melt it now, just heat it up and use a hammer to hammer it into the shape of the tool we want."
Second Senior Brother is more experienced in such things. After all, when he was making iron bacteria, putting together some iron beads, and obtaining several pieces of iron tools, a large part of it was made by Second Senior Brother under the command of Han Cheng.
"I'm just going to light the stove!"
After hearing Han Cheng's words, the second senior brother suddenly became excited. He stood up from the ground suddenly and said he would light the furnace and start forging.
Han Cheng hurriedly stopped him and said, "Let's do these things tomorrow. Let's have a good rest today. Otherwise, it will be troublesome if we tire ourselves out."
Although the second senior brother wanted to do it immediately, he could only suppress this thought after Han Cheng, the Son of God, spoke.
After staying here for a while and moving the meteorites back to the house one by one with Han Cheng, he went to check the blacksmith furnace that had not been used for a long time.
The Son of God only told me not to use the meteorite iron to make tools today, but he did not forbid me to check the furnace and other things.
I'll check the stove today. If there's anything that's not working properly, I'll call Heiwa over to help fix it. Then I'll find some good charcoal and prepare the Fenggulu as well.
In this way, by tomorrow morning, I can use the meteorite to make tools.
Moreover, doing these things is not tiring at all...
Of course Han Cheng understood the second brother's little thoughts, he just smiled and did not stop him.
I wish more and more people in the tribe could have such little thoughts...
Just like that, half a day passed quietly.
During this period of time, in addition to doing these things, Han Cheng also learned more about what happened in the tribe after he left by asking the witch, the eldest brother, Sister Bai Xue and other people who stayed in the tribe.
They knew that during the time they were away from the tribe, apart from the incident where Treebark brought a large number of people to attack their tribe, nothing major happened and everything was very peaceful.
Harvesting rapeseed and planting crops such as millet and soybeans are all going very smoothly.
In fact, because there were so many extra adult slaves and sufficient manpower, they were able to plant 70 or 80 acres more millet this year than expected.
After learning this, Han Cheng felt more at ease.
"You guys did great while I was away."
Han Cheng smiled and Wu, the eldest brother and others once again confirmed it.
After lunch, Han Cheng couldn't bear it anymore and fell into a deep sleep on the kang.
After half a day of getting along, Little Pea was no longer as clingy as when Han Cheng just came back. When Han Cheng was sleeping soundly, the little guy ran around and played with other minors in the tribe.
As for Xiao Xing'er, who was much younger, she was not in such good spirits. She rested her head on Han Cheng's arm and fell asleep with her father Han Cheng.
When she was asleep, some saliva would flow out from the corners of her mouth from time to time, flowing down Han Cheng's arm...
"Pee, pee..."
Han Cheng, who was sleeping, was awakened by the voice of his daughter.
After opening his eyes dazedly and understanding what the little girl said, Han Cheng quickly carried her off the kang and found a urinal...
Holding his little girl in his arms, Han Cheng shook his head vigorously. After waking up from a nap, he looked much more energetic.
It was at this time that he realized that the yard was extremely quiet, and he could not even hear the sounds of young children playing.
No wonder some people in later generations said that when a person lives alone, it is best not to sleep in the afternoon, because when you wake up, the silence outside can make you feel the loneliness that seems to be emanating from the depths of your soul...
However, Han Cheng has never felt such loneliness since he came to this era, because he has his tribe.
And at this time he was holding his little daughter in his arms.
After staying in the room for a while and feeling the tranquility of the afternoon, Han Cheng carried Xiao Xing'er out of the door.
The afternoon sun was shining obliquely and was no longer as scorching. There were basically no people in the courtyard.
At this time, most people went outside the courtyard to work.
"Brother Cheng, are you awake? Why don't you sleep a little longer?"
Not long after Han Cheng carried Xiao Xing'er out of the room, Bai Xuemei came out of the silkworm breeding room and ran over with a happy face. Although she hadn't slept, she looked more energetic than Han Cheng who had taken a nap.
"I've slept well. By the way, where are Little Pea and the others?"
I don’t know why, but at this moment, looking at the bright smile on his wife’s face, Han Cheng felt a little weak in the legs.
"I let them go outside to play while you were asleep. They should be catching grasshoppers right now."
Sister Bai Xue said with a smile.
Han Cheng felt warm at heart when he heard this. He reached out and touched the face of this increasingly caring young wife, and then she went with him to the silkworm breeding room.
There are many racks in the silkworm room, and on the racks are many things like winnowing baskets, in which are raised silkworms.
When you walk into the room, you can hear the rustling sound of silkworms eating mulberry leaves.
The air was filled with the smell of fresh mulberry leaves.
After more than ten years of continuous selection and breeding from generation to generation, these silkworms are now much larger than before, and the cocoons they produce are also larger than before. However, this is a long-term process that requires perseverance.
It's not just sericulture, silk reeling and cloth weaving also have a long way to go.
"Come on, go for a walk outside with me."
After accompanying Bai Xuemei to add mulberry leaves to the silkworms, Han Cheng said to Bai Xuemei.
Bai Xuemei went out with Han Cheng. Han Cheng held Xiao Xing'er in his arms and Bai Xuemei followed him.
Nowadays, with the continuous expansion of the scale of silkworm breeding in the tribe and the increase in the number of people in the tribe, the number of people raising silkworms has also increased. It is no longer just relying on Bai Xuemei as before.
Moreover, this batch of silkworms has only shed its skin once, and their daily food intake has not yet reached its peak. After Bai Xuemei followed Han Cheng away, the other two female primitive people took care of the rest of the things, so Bai Xuemei was very decisive this time. As soon as Han Cheng called her, she obediently followed him out.
The apricot trees planted outside the courtyard are full of fruits this year, with many apricots hanging from the branches.
The surface of some apricots seems to have turned slightly yellow, and after a while, they can be picked and eaten.
No, you can eat it now.
Because sister Bai Xue, who was following beside them, had already stretched out her evil claws towards the apricots. After picking a few, she washed them with water and ate them with her teeth, making a crunching sound.
Not only was Xiao Xing'er in Han Cheng's arms drooling with greed, but even Han Cheng couldn't help swallowing his saliva.
There was nothing he could do. He had developed a psychological trauma about apricots because of this silly woman. Whenever he saw someone crunching apricots, he couldn't help drooling and felt like his teeth were about to ache.
Little Xing'er was much more courageous than her father Han Cheng. Not only did she keep licking her lips greedily, she also stretched out her little hands to ask Bai Xue for apricots to eat, and even wanted to make trouble if she wasn't given any.
After a while, Sister Bai Xue brought a half-eaten apricot to Xiao Xing'er's mouth.
Little Xing'er, who had already grown six teeth, stopped making noises when she saw good stuff coming. She stretched her head towards the apricot handed to her by Bai Xuemei. She looked very similar to a little swallow that sees a big swallow coming to hunt, stretching its neck, opening its mouth wide, chirping and waiting for its parents to feed it.
Han Ben originally wanted to stop it, but seeing that his daughter was so impatient, he just let her go.
Not only that, as a father he was very considerate and moved Xiao Xing'er forward so that she could eat more fully. At the same time, he watched her without blinking, with a look of anticipation on his face.
Little Xing'er was young and ignorant, so how could she know the sinister intentions of her parents? When she saw the delicious food approaching her mouth, she immediately leaned over and took a big bite.
Even though she only had six teeth, she was still able to bite it very firmly, especially the part she was biting, which was the remaining flesh after Sister Bai Xue had bitten off the skin.
After taking this bite, time seemed to stand still. Xiao Xing'er, who had a smile on her face, froze her smile after biting the green apricot. Her round eyes became even rounder and she looked confused.
The next moment, the little fellow's eyes, which had been wide open, suddenly closed tightly, and he turned his face away from Qingxing as if he had been electrocuted. He kept smacking his lips, shaking his head vigorously, waving his two little arms vigorously, grabbing with his little hands helplessly, and his whole body was turned into an emoticon pack because of the sourness.
Seeing this sour and refreshing scene, the father Han Cheng grinned and laughed non-stop, and sister Bai Xue was also laughing foolishly. Only Xiao Xing'er, after experiencing such a strong taste impact and calming down a little, burst into tears.
Han Cheng couldn't stop laughing as he rocked his body to coax his little girl.
This is the helplessness of a child without the protection of his grandmother. If his grandmother is around and he dares to bully others like this, the next moment the angry grandmother will arrive at the battlefield with her shoe soles in hand and chase the bastard who has deceived her grandchildren all over the yard.
After coaxing Xiao Xing'er, who was turned into an emoticon by sour words, the unscrupulous couple continued to walk forward happily.
In the fields surrounding the tribe, the first batch of millet planted has almost reached knee height. Even the latest batch planted has now reached ankle height, and is growing very well.
In the fields, there are many people working, weeding and doing many other things, which looks very pleasing to the eye.
After watching for a while, Han Cheng's eyes fell on the slaves grouped one by one, and some thoughts began to emerge in his mind.
The new slaves acquired by the tribe this time are basically strong adults. This means that in the tribe where they originally lived, there must have been many adults who were not very strong, as well as many minors.
For most tribes of this era, people who are not very strong are basically considered a burden. However, this is not the case in the Qingque tribe, because there are still many jobs in the tribe that can be done by people who are not very strong.
Lame, who has always been ahead of others in the tribe in carpentry and weaving, is the most inspirational person.
So Han Cheng was thinking at this time whether he should send someone to go back with some of these people and bring the rest of them to his tribe.
In this way, the population of his tribe will experience explosive growth again.
Moreover, they can also take a look at whether there is any meteorite iron in the place where they originally lived.
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