Chapter 367 Private Germination

"Son of God..."

Mu Mu was carrying these two precious and unusual iron objects of great significance. He didn't know what to say for a while, he just murmured to call God Son.

Han Cheng raised his arm, patted the wooden shoulder vigorously in a not-so-facilitating posture, and said with a smile, "Do it well."

Wood nodded vigorously.

Shang's expression was very complicated, looking at the two iron utensils in Mu Mu's hand, he felt envious, unwilling, and injustice...

It may be related to his experience. He is very concerned about things like weapons.

Now that there is iron that is more useful than stone and bone, he naturally associates it with weapons.

Wouldn't it be more powerful if such a strong and sharp iron was mounted on a wooden spear instead of a stone spear or bone spear as an iron spear?

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

If you meet the evil tribe that ravaged their tribe back then, with an iron spear in your hand, you will definitely be able to defeat and kill them!

With this thought in mind, among the people of the Qingque tribe, he is the most fanatical in finding iron bacteria.

He was very happy when he saw the iron chisel that had been forged, because in his opinion, this thing was very similar to the bone bound on the wooden pole, and the stone spear point, which was used to mount the wooden spear Just right.

So when Han Cheng walked towards the crowd with this thing, he was the most excited, thinking that the newly made thing must belong to him.

However, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. The thing made with so much iron is not a weapon, it is used to smash stones...

How can this make him calm down?

What was built before was a tool, but this time it is a tool, there is no weapon...

...It is enough to beat the millet with a wooden fork. Isn't this what the tribe has been doing in the past two years?

Hasn't all the food been received in the house?

Why do you have to make that kind of stone roller that you don't know what it looks like?

"...beating the millet is not tiring, and you don't need a stone roller..."

No matter how calm people are, there are times when they are impulsive,

On this matter, Shang, who had held back for a long time, finally couldn't help but speak.

Han Chengli stopped his feet, looked a little worried and dissatisfied, and sighed slightly in his heart.

Sharing adversity is easy, sharing wealth is difficult.

When everyone is naked and only worries about their stomachs, it is easy to use their strength together. First, everyone is the same and there is nothing to compare with. Second, it is easier to live in a group for warmth.

When the adversity is over and life is rich, it will not be so easy to think about working together to achieve harmony as before.

There will always be people who feel that they contribute more and get less, and others get more. Everyone feels wronged and suffers...

From the most primitive public ownership to private ownership is a historical progress, but with the continuous increase of surplus wealth, selfish desires, self-interest, power and other suppressed things that cannot be held up will grow slowly and finally break out of the ground ,

This is an irreversible event in the development of history, and what is gained is bound to be lost.

This is why Han Cheng sighed.

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

The harmony he longed for, as it is now, will one day be broken by more and more abundant materials.

What defeats human beings and causes a large number of human deaths will not be natural disasters, but man-made disasters.

When Heaven and Earth are no longer rivals, more and more powerful people will turn their targets to the same kind...

But when faced with these, it is not powerless.

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

Thinking of this in his heart, Han Cheng smiled, and felt that his thinking was too long-term and worrying unfoundedly.

From public ownership to private ownership does not happen overnight, but a gradual and long-term process.

If the Qingque Tribe wants to get there, there is still a long way to go.

With its own existence and the adoption of appropriate methods, the Qingque Tribe may not necessarily end up in the unmanageable situation it imagined.

"Aren't you tired of threshing millet?"

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

These matters in the field are usually handled by a few people from the balloon as the main force, and the rest of the people don't intervene much, and Shang doesn't have much contact.

In his opinion, playing field doesn’t need to use too much strength, you just need to keep patting, how tired can it be?

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

Without Shang opening his mouth, Han Chengcheng could know what he was thinking.

It is human nature to have high eyesight and low abilities, magnify one's own pain, and minimize the efforts of others. It is human nature to always feel that others can succeed casually.

He didn't bother with this matter any more, and looked up at the sun hanging in the sky.

The temperature is low, but the sky is sunny.

Han Cheng smiled and pointed to the pile of millet poles there, and said to Shang: "Then go to the playing field. The previous one was not very clean, so I will play it again today."

Seeing that Shenzi had a smile on his face, and he didn't look angry, Shang felt relieved a lot.

He was really worried that he would make Shen Zi unhappy.

Shang took the wooden fork and set off. In order to let him see how exhausting the game is, and be convinced, Han Cheng specially told Qiqiu and others to help him set up the game, and only let him do it by himself when he is playing.

Holding the wooden fork, Shang picked up some light grain poles, feeling the weight of the wooden fork in his hand, with a smile on his face.

This thing is really too light, far less heavy than carrying a rock. I have never been afraid of opening a rock. How can I be stumped by such a light grain pole?

Shenzi really made a big fuss this time.

"Huh, bang..."

The wooden fork turned half a circle in the air with the sound of wind, and it slapped on the spread millet pole, looking extremely relaxed.

Han Cheng, who was standing by the iron stove, looked at Shang who was patting the grain pole in the distance, with a smile on his face.

You can't travel far with light load. Many things are easy at first glance, but once you do a lot, you will find that it is not easy.

"Continue to strike the iron."

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

Now that Shang has some different ideas, let's use these grain poles to boil him well.

"Hoo hoo..."

Shang wiped his sweat while panting heavily.

At this time, he was no longer as vigorous as before, and his powerful arms also became a little sore, and when he raised his fork, he would tremble slightly.

How can you be so tired?

Looking at the more than half of the grain stems that have not been patted, he thought so in his heart.

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

He paused for a while, then raised the heavy wooden fork, and slapped the unfinished grain pole... ( )