Seeing Ye Feng staring blankly at the pile of ironware, Liu Sisi immediately knew what he was thinking.
He immediately drew the short knife from his waist and threw it into the pile of ironware...
"Brother Feng, since this is our last battle anyway, let's just melt down all the knives we have. Apart from Brother Dawei and Brother Wu, none of the rest of us know how to use knives."
“Yes.” Qi Xiaoyan also took out her self-defense dagger and threw it in. “Include mine too, I don’t know how to use it, so it’s not very useful to keep it.”
"No way." Ye Feng shook his head and refused directly... "Our swords are much sharper than theirs, and they'll be very useful in the construction later."
"And I've taught you all before, you must always have a backup plan. Never melt down a knife for self-defense. Let me think about it."
As he spoke, he picked up the two knives and returned them to the two women, then sat on the ground, stroking his chin and frowning in thought.
The Baija tribe is all women, and when it comes to close combat, they are definitely no match for those bounty hunters. This is tantamount to sending them to their deaths.
Therefore, this arrow must be made.
But even a skilled cook can't cook without rice; I'm not a real god, and I can't just conjure things up out of thin air.
"Hiss~ What should we do? What else in the jungle can produce metal?"
Ye Feng was so anxious that he scratched his head and felt for the first time that he didn't know enough.
Everyone stared at him blankly, and after thinking for a while, he still couldn't come up with any solution.
"Eh..."
"Shh!"
Tatis wanted to step forward and ask, but Liu Sisi made a shushing gesture...
Although Salla didn't understand what Ye Feng was thinking, she began to explain to Tatis in a low voice, based on her unique understanding:
"High Priest, Lady Ye Feng is meditating and summoning divine power. We must not disturb her. Let's get on with our work first."
"Oh, alright." Tatis believed him completely, waved to his people behind him, and they slowly dispersed.
Just as they were retreating, two children walking in the crowd suddenly caught Ye Feng's attention.
"Hmm?" Ye Feng stared intently at the two children's legs, his confused gaze gradually clearing up.
"Wait!" His sudden shout stopped everyone in their tracks.
Just as Tatis was about to speak, Ye Feng quickly ran up to the two children.
These two little girls are the children who were on guard duty when we entered the tribe yesterday.
One is named Narika, and the other is named Narime.
Ye Feng grinned and slowly lifted Naliga's leg. Her five little toes, covered in dried mud, were sticking out, clearly indicating that the straw sandals didn't fit properly.
But Ye Feng took off Naliga's shoes, stared blankly at the dark red mud on the soles, then brought them to his nose and smelled them. He couldn't hold back his smile any longer.
He immediately beckoned to Salla, signaling for him to translate.
"Ask them for me where they went yesterday?"
The two little girls blinked their adorable big eyes, looked up and thought for a moment, then replied with some doubt, "We were patrolling by the stream that day."
"Beside the stream?" Ye Feng suddenly remembered that there was a small waterfall not far from the campsite, with a stream flowing beneath it.
"Go! Take me there right now!"
Without waiting for anyone to ask, he hurriedly pulled the two girls toward the waterfall.
"My lord, are there Wendigo mythical beasts by the river as well?" Tatis felt that Ye Feng must have discovered something.
Ye Feng didn't even look at her, shaking his head repeatedly. "High Priest, you've really chosen a good place. Now you're saved."
Tatis was taken aback, not understanding what this meant.
Ye Feng continued, "There's metal in this soil. As long as there's enough soil, I can conjure up lots of tools and weapons!"
"There's...metal in the soil?" Tatis could hardly believe his ears. He had lived on this land for so long, and he had never heard of such a thing before.
However, after being shocked for a while, she came to terms with it. If anyone else had said this, she would have thought they were crazy, but if it was her God Allah, then it must be true.
After all, in her worldview, everything in this world was created by Allah.
The stream is located to the side and behind the campsite. It is only seven or eight meters wide, and the water is relatively clear, so you can barely see various small fish and shrimp swimming in it.
However, Ye Feng was not interested in this, and instead went to a place a dozen meters away from the river.
Perhaps due to the rain a few days ago, what appeared before Ye Feng was a small patch of red mud.
"Sir, this is it." Naliga pointed with her small, childish finger to the reddish mud puddle. She and Nalimi had patrolled here yesterday.
Ye Feng patted her head, squatted down, and casually scooped up a handful of mud. He first smelled it, then stuck out his tongue and licked it...
Sure enough, the soil had a distinct rusty smell, somewhat similar to human blood.
"Terrible! Hahaha!" He spat out a mouthful of dirt, then burst into excited laughter, pointing at the dirt and looking at Tatis, saying:
"Quickly! Have the tribesmen bring out all the containers they can hold and transport this soil to the camp."
Although Tatis was also confused, he didn't ask any questions and quickly started instructing his people to get to work.
Everyone knows that Ye Feng wants to create iron, but how can this soil be transformed into iron, which is extremely rare in the jungle?
Even Liu Sisi, who always understood Ye Feng very well, couldn't figure it out this time and couldn't help but step forward and ask:
"Brother Feng, is there anything special about this mud? Can it really turn into iron?"
"Of course! I almost forgot, there's plenty of this kind of soil in the rainforest." Ye Feng smiled confidently, rubbing his hands excitedly...
"But I don't want to turn it into soil; I want to extract the iron from it."
"There can be iron in the soil?" Even Tang Weiwei, who was usually quiet, couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.
Seeing that everyone was still confused, Ye Feng presented the dark red mud in his hand to them...
"This is called lateritic red soil. It contains abundant highly acidic iron-aluminum soil. Once it's extracted, isn't that iron?"
"Oh~" Liu Sisi was the first to understand. "Wow... Brother Feng, is there any knowledge in this world that you don't know? That's amazing. But... extracting iron from mud must require a lot of chemical elements and procedures, right?"
"Hehe..." Ye Feng maintained his confident and composed smile... "You don't need to worry about that, you'll find out soon enough. As I instructed last night, get to work quickly, and remember to bring Mao Mao and Da Wang along. Be careful of those guys' sneak attacks, and call for help if anything happens."
Everyone responded and immediately dispersed to do their own work.
In the following time, Ye Feng first led the Baijia tribe members to arrange the location of the sentry post, and then returned to the camp to start building the furnace.
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