Chapter 874 Forging Meteorite Iron Weapons (3 in 1)

Looking at these more than 30 crude weapons made of meteorite, Han Cheng fainted for a while, and suddenly the scene of the meteor shower he saw several years ago appeared in his mind.

I remember that after I heard myself say that wishing on meteors was more effective, Bai Xuemei, a silly daughter-in-law, was still there talking about the meteor shower that she would have a monkey with herself.

Then, after a while, she became pregnant with the bastard here, Little Pea.

I remember that the meteor shower passed from south to north at that time, and these tribes came from the north far away from their tribe, could it be...

Could it be that these meteorites were brought by that meteor shower?

Han Cheng thought so, then shook his head with a smile.

How can there be such a coincidence in this world.

I saw a meteor shower, and then these unburned meteorites fell near this cave.

A few years later, the tribe that had obtained a large amount of meteorite iron came to attack their own tribe with weapons made of meteorite iron, and was wiped out by their own tribe. The meteorite iron that had passed over the tribe was collected again. to one's own tribe...

Thinking about it, this thing makes people feel impossible, it is 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 many meteorites and made them into weapons, one thing cannot be changed, that is, all these meteorites belong to their own tribe now!

With some meteorites, our tribe can make many high-quality weapons.

Things like knives and axes.

After being successfully forged, this is something that can be passed down from generation to generation.

Before the tribe encountered iron ore and opened up the technology of refining steel, these weapons made of meteoric iron must be the most sophisticated batch in the tribe.

After all, bronze has its material limitations.

Of course, an important prerequisite for passing it down from generation to generation is that people in the tribe cannot have the concept of serving the dead like waiters, and the custom of thick burials cannot be allowed to arise in the tribe.

Not only is this useless,

On the contrary, it will cause a great waste of resources and cause a lot of burden to the living people.

As for the funerary objects, some of them were completely buried and slowly merged with the soil, and a large part of them made it easier for the tomb robbers.

Thinking about these things, Han Cheng started to take out these bundled and very strong crude weapons from the room, pile them in the yard outside, and then set fire to them.

The reason why they set fire to them was not because Han Cheng wanted to do something with them with such a temperature, but because these weapons were tied very tightly, and it was very difficult to untie them one by one. It's easy, it's better to burn it directly and save effort.

As the flames burned, the wooden handles and vines were all turned into ashes in the end, and only the black meteorite was left behind.

In the distance, people from the original Blackstone tribe saw this scene from a distance, and their hearts ached.

Blackstone weapon!

That is the black stone weapon!

It was the black stone weapons that made them proud at the beginning, and they held them and followed the leader to obtain a lot of food for the tribe!

Now it was burned by that son of God.

Fortunately, this person doesn't know the term Prodigal Son and its meaning, otherwise he would definitely pin it on the son of God who is said to be extremely wise without hesitation.

However, when his eyes fell on the bronze hoe in his hand, which looked a little dazzling under the sunlight, such thoughts disappeared all of a sudden.

The bronze hoe they held in their hands was no worse than the black stone weapon they were proud of in every respect, and it was even more convenient to use.

And these are just the tools used by this tribe to hoe the ground, not to mention how powerful and easy-to-use the tools that are specially used for hunting and attacking the enemy can be.

Blackstone weapons that can completely crush them are certain.

This tribe has so many good things, and now it is no surprise that the Blackstone weapon is burned.

He found a wooden stick, and pulled out the thirty-six pieces of meteorite iron, large and small, that had been polished in the early stage, from the ashes. Han Cheng picked up his precious daughter and told the rest of the people not to touch it with their hands. These meteorites, so as not to burn them, went to find the second senior brother.

The condition of the second senior brother is not very good, and he is also yawning.

Han Cheng doesn't find it strange that the second senior brother is in this state.

He and Wudu only have one spouse, let alone someone like Second Senior Brother who has three spouses at once.

Just thinking about this amount, Han Chengcheng couldn't help but feel a pain in his back for the second senior brother.

"Wait, let's forge these meteorites and make some weapons and tools."

Han Cheng said to the second senior brother.

Originally, he wanted the second senior brother to start building today, but after seeing the second senior brother's state, he quietly pushed back the time of building.

After all, talent is the foundation, and the rest are trivial details. When it's time to rest, you still have to rest.

While thinking this way, Han Cheng suddenly remembered the good thing of wolfberry.

It's a pity that I didn't meet them, otherwise, the adult men in the tribe, everyone would make a few cups of hot water every day, which might greatly relieve their fatigue.

"Son of God, don't you have bronze..."

After understanding what Han Cheng meant, the second senior brother seemed a little puzzled and said.

With the continuous mining of Tongshan Copper Mine, various bronze products continue to increase, and people in the tribe have a great affection for bronze.

I feel that with bronze, everything can be hanged, and many things are not as good as bronze.

The second senior brother also looked at these seized black stone weapons before, and waved them in his hands. He felt that they were far inferior to the bronze weapons of his tribe.

And it's too crude.

Han Cheng smiled. When the furnace temperature was not high enough and the iron smelting technology was far from good, iron 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.

Qin, which swept across the six countries, also used bronze weapons to beat other countries with iron weapons.

But Han Cheng, who came from later generations, knows that steel is king in the future.

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 easy to use because those people didn't make them well. After they are made, the tools made of these meteorite irons are more useful than bronze tools.

Not only stronger than bronze, but also sharper than bronze tools. "

Han Cheng explained to the second senior brother with a smile.

It's not surprising that the second senior brother has such an understanding, after all, the people in the tribe have all seen the bronze one.

They don't know, just explain it to them.

After hearing Han Cheng's words, the second senior brother's attitude suddenly became very correct. He squatted down, picked up a piece of meteorite that had cooled down, and began to look at it seriously.

The second senior brother, like everyone else in the tribe, believed in what Han Cheng, the son of God, said.

Now, the Son of God told him that this kind of inconspicuous stone, which the Son of God called Meteorite, could make tools that were more useful than bronze tools, so that must be the case.

He needs to be treated well.

Thinking of this in his heart, the second senior brother couldn't help but feel a little excited.

Bronze tools are so easy to use, so how easy should tools made from this meteorite be?

If I can build it myself, wouldn't the tribe have better tools? Wouldn't the tribe become stronger because of this?

After such thoughts arose, the second senior brother became even happier, and even couldn't wait.

"Son of God, how to do this? Is it melted in a furnace like copper ingots and tin ingots?"

After holding a piece of heavy meteorite and looking it up for a while, the itchy second senior brother couldn't help asking Han Cheng.

Of course, this meteoric iron cannot be melted in the furnace. With the current technical conditions in the tribe, even ordinary iron ore cannot be melted, let alone this meteoric iron.

In fact, things like meteorites basically don’t need to be melted.

Because when flying at extreme speed in the air, many impurities contained in it have been burned away.

For the rest, you only need to use the furnace to heat it as much as possible, and then forge and shape it.

It is no worse than Baisteel.

After listening to the words of the second senior brother, Han Cheng recalled some things he had learned about the meteorite, and then smiled and said to the second senior brother: "There is no need to melt it, we can't melt it yet, heat it up, use a hammer Just keep tapping out the shape of the tool we want."

The second senior brother is relatively experienced in this kind of thing. After all, when he was dealing with iron bacteria, getting some iron beads together, and getting a few pieces of ironware, a large part of it was the second senior brother under the command of Han Cheng. from.

"I'm going to burn the stove!"

After hearing Han Cheng's words, the second senior brother became excited all of a sudden. He stood up suddenly from the ground and said that he was going to burn the furnace for forging.

Han Cheng hurriedly stopped him: "Wait until tomorrow to do these things. We all have a good rest today, otherwise we will be in trouble if we are exhausted."

Although the second senior brother wanted to do it immediately, but Han Cheng, the son of god, had spoken, so he could only press down his thoughts.

After staying here for a while, and together with Han Cheng moved the meteorites back into the house one by one, they went to inspect the blacksmithing stove that hadn't been used for a long time.

The Son of God only said that he was not allowed to use those meteorites to make tools today, but he didn't let himself check the stove.

I checked the stove today, and if it didn't work well, I called Hei Wa to come over and fix it together, and then I found some good charcoal and prepared Feng Gulu 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 could understand the second senior brother's careful thinking, but he just smiled and didn't stop him.

Such a small mind, more and more people in the tribe can have it...

In this way, 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 Wu, senior brother, Bai Xuemei and other people who stayed in the tribe.

Knowing that during the period when they left the tribe, except for the fact that the tree belt brought a large number of people to attack their own tribe, nothing major happened and everything was stable.

Harvesting rapeseed and planting such crops as millet and soybeans went very smoothly.

Even because of the sudden increase of so many adult slaves and sufficient manpower, seventy or eighty acres of millet were planted this year more than expected.

After learning about this, Han Cheng also became more at ease.

"I'm not here, you guys are doing great."

Han Cheng smiled, Wu, senior brother and others once again affirmed.

After lunch, Han Cheng couldn't bear it after all, so he fell asleep on the kang.

After getting along for half a day, Little Pea was no longer as clingy as when Han Cheng first came back. When Han Cheng was sleeping soundly, the little guy went running wildly with other minors in the tribe.

As for Xiao Xing'er, who was much younger, she didn't have such a good spirit, she rested her head on Han Cheng's arm, and fell asleep with Han Cheng's father.

When falling asleep, some saliva would flow out from the corner of his mouth from time to time, leaving along Han Cheng's arm...

"Pee, pee..."

The sleeping Han Cheng was awakened by his daughter's voice.

He opened his eyes in a daze, and after understanding what the little girl was talking about, Han Cheng hurriedly carried her off the kang, and found a urinal...

Holding the little girl in his arms, Han Cheng shook his head vigorously. After sleeping, he looked more energetic.

It was also at this time that he realized that the yard was so quiet that he didn't even hear the little minors playing.

No wonder some people in later generations said that when you live alone, it is best not to sleep in the afternoon, because when you wake up, the quietness outside can make you feel the loneliness that seems to emanate from the depths of your soul ...

However, Han Chengcheng has never felt such loneliness since he came to this era, because he has his tribe.

And at this time, he was still holding his little girl in his arms.

After staying in the room for a while, feeling the quietness of the afternoon, Han Cheng hugged Xiao Xing'er and walked away from the door.

The afternoon sun slanted down, but it was no longer so scorching, and there were basically no people in the courtyard.

At this time, most of the people went to work outside the courtyard.

"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 room where the silkworms were raised, and ran over with a face full of joy. She who didn't sleep looked better than Han Cheng who took a nap Be spiritual.

"I've slept well, right, Little Pea and the others?"

For some reason, at this moment, seeing the bright smile on his daughter-in-law's face, Han Chenggong vaguely felt a little weak in his legs.

"You're sleeping, so I'll let them play outside. They should be catching grasshoppers right now."

Bai Xuemei said with a smile.

Han Cheng's heart warmed when he heard the words, and he stretched out his hand to touch the face of this increasingly caring little daughter-in-law, and then came to the room where the silkworms were raised with him.

There are many shelves in the silkworm room, and there are many dustpan-like things on the shelves, and all the silkworms are raised in them.

After entering the room, you can hear the rustling of silkworms eating mulberry leaves.

The air smells of some fresh mulberry leaves.

After more than ten years of continuous selection and cultivation from generation to generation, these silkworms are now much larger than before, and the cocoons they form are also larger than before. However, this is a long-term thing and needs to be continued unremittingly.

Not only silkworm rearing, but also silk reeling and cloth weaving have a long way to go.

"Come on, let's go outside with me."

After adding mulberry leaves to silkworms with Bai Xuemei, Han Cheng said to Bai Xuemei.

Bai Xuemei went out with Han Cheng, Han Cheng held Xiaoxing'er in his arms, and Bai Xuemei followed him.

Today, with the continuous expansion of the scale of sericulture in the tribe and the increase in the number of people in the tribe, the number of people who raise silkworms has also increased. It is no longer just relying on Bai Xuemei as before.

Moreover, this batch of silkworms only shed their skins once, and their daily food intake has not yet reached its peak. After Bai Xuemei left with Han Cheng, the other two primitive females were completely busy with the rest, so Bai Xuemei became very straightforward this time. As soon as Han Cheng yelled, she obediently followed her out.

The apricot trees planted outside the courtyard bear a lot of fruit this year, and many apricots hang on the branches.

The surface of some apricots seems to have turned slightly yellow, and after a while, they can be picked and eaten.

No, it's ready to eat now.

Because Bai Xuemei, who was following on the side, had already stretched out her sinful claws towards these apricots. After picking off a few apricots, she washed them with water and ate them with her teeth.

Not only was Xiao Xing'er in Han Cheng's arms drooling greedily, but even Han Cheng couldn't help swallowing.

There's no way, he's been tricked by this silly woman to have a psychological shadow on Xingzi. As long as he sees someone eating apricots, he can't help drooling, feeling like his teeth are going to be sore.

Xiao Xing'er is much more majestic than Han Cheng, the father. She not only smashed her greedy mouth, but also stretched out her little hands to beg Bai Xuemei for apricots, and wanted to make trouble if she didn't give them.

After a while like this, Bai Xuemei brought a half-gnawed apricot to Xiao Xing'er's mouth and gave it to Xiao Xing'er.

Little Xing'er, who has already grown six teeth, immediately stopped making trouble when she saw the good thing coming, and stretched her head to lean on the half-cut apricot that Bai Xuemei handed over, as if she saw a big swallow preying on her, The little swallows stretching their necks, opening their mouths and chattering, waiting for their parents to feed them, are very similar.

Han Chengcheng wanted to stop her, but seeing how impatient his daughter was, he let it go.

Not only that, but he, the father, also moved Xiao Xing'er forward very thoughtfully, so that she could eat more realistically, and at the same time, he watched without blinking, with a look of anticipation on his face.

Xiao Xing'er is not deeply involved in the world, and she doesn't know much about it. How can she know the sinister intentions of being a parent? Seeing something delicious came to his mouth, he immediately leaned forward and gnawed it vigorously.

Although there are only six teeth, it is still very solid to gnaw, especially the part she gnawed is the remaining flesh after Bai Xuemei gnawed off the skin.

With this mouthful, time seemed to have stopped. Xiao Xing'er, who was full of smiles, gnawed on the green apricot, the smile on her face froze, her round eyes became rounder, and her face was full of confusion. look.

The next moment, the little guy's staring eyes were tightly closed, and the whole person moved his face away from the green apricot like an electric shock, smacking his mouth continuously, shaking his head vigorously, two The little arm was waving vigorously, and the little hand was grasping helplessly, and the whole person was soured into an emoticon.

Seeing this sour scene, Han Cheng, the father, grinned and laughed non-stop, and Bai Xuemei was also there, having heartless and silly joy, only Xiao Xing'er experienced such a strong taste shock , After calming down for a while, he burst into tears.

Han Cheng couldn't stop laughing while shaking his body to coax the little girl.

This is the helplessness of a child who is not covered by a grandma. If the grandma is by her side and dares to bully people like this, the next moment the angry grandma will arrive at the battlefield with the soles of her shoes in her hand, and will kill the bastards who cheated her grandchildren. The whole yard was chasing.

After coaxing Xiao Xing'er, who was so sour into a meme, the unscrupulous parents continued to walk forward cheerfully.

In the fields around the tribe, the first batch of millet planted has almost reached the knee level, and even the latest batch of millet planted is now able to submerge the ankles, and the growth is very good.

In the field, there are many people working here, weeding and many other things, which looks very pleasing to the eye.

After watching for a while, Han Cheng's eyes fell on those slaves who were grouped one-on-one, and some thoughts began to emerge in his mind.

The newly acquired slaves in the tribe are basically stronger adults, which shows that there must be a lot of less strong adults and many minors in the tribe where their husband is alive .

For most tribes in this era, people who are not too strong are basically cumbersome existences, but this is not the case in the Qingque tribe, because there are still many jobs in the tribe, and people who are not too strong people can also do it.

In terms of carpentry and weaving, the lame who has always been ahead of others in the tribe is the most inspirational existence.

So Han Cheng was thinking at this moment, should he send someone to follow some of these people back later, and bring the rest of them to his tribe.

In this way, the population of one's own tribe can achieve another explosive growth.

Moreover, they can drop by to see if there is still meteorite in the place where they lived before.