Chapter 335: Sharp iron knife

"Witch, don't move, cut your hands."
When Han Cheng saw Wu also follow his example, he put his fingers on the edge of the blade and hurriedly stopped.
In later life, he did not cut the grass less. At first, he let adults sharpen the sickle, and then he started to sharpen it himself. He was able to grasp the degree of sharpness by hand.
But Wu is not good. The sharpest thing he has ever touched is the bone knife. It is difficult to grasp the weight by hand testing.
Now this newly-made iron knife has been opened by him. Although it is not as sharp and wear-resistant as the steel knife, it will still cut the hand accidentally.
Hearing Han Cheng's words, Wu took his hand back.
Look at this iron knife, which looks very different from the bone knife.
On the one hand, he believed Han Cheng's words very much, and on the other hand, he felt that the iron sword should not be as sharp.
The bone knives in the tribe are fine if he holds the blade with his hands. Although this iron knife looks sharper than the bone knives, it should still be fine to hold it by hand.
And the child also touched his hand just now, and his hand was not cut...
Seeing Wu's expression, Han Cheng could basically understand what he was thinking.
He stood up with the iron knife that was less than half a catty, took the leather placed aside, and prepared to use it to test the knife, so that Wu and others could see the sharpness of the iron knife, and also check the sharpness of the iron knife these days. The fruits of labor.
When I was about to do it, I suddenly remembered the birth of such things as the legendary sword and sword, and I couldn't help but move.
Gan Jiang Moxie used people to sacrifice swords while waiting for these swords to be cast, and there were some swords that did not see the blood.
Now the first iron knife in the tribe appeared in his own hands. The first time I tried the knife, it couldn't be so easy. It should have been some blood.
Although this iron knife looks a bit ugly.
Under the gaze of everyone, Han Cheng will take the leather in his hand and put it down, holding an iron knife in one hand, slowly looking at everyone.
The unidentified people are also looking at their son and the knife in his hand.
Han Cheng looked at it for a while, his gaze fell on the stone not far away, a little higher than him.
Then mentioned walking towards the stone.
The stone, who didn't know what was going on, looked at the child carrying a newly crafted object called an iron knife towards him, his face was excited, and he took a step forward.
Han Cheng pulled a weird smile at the corner of his mouth, raised the iron knife in his hand, and came to the stone.
then……
Then he walked past him and walked straight to the chicken coop behind the stone.
The others followed him.
The arrogant and unusual old rooster in the chicken coop, seeing so many and seeing it, not only did not have the slightest fear, but also people came crazy and climbed on the back of a little hen, and there was a restricted blockbuster performance in public. .
After the incident, he flapped his wings, tilting his head to look at Han Cheng provocatively.
Then this guy was caught out.
Grasp the root of the wings with one hand, and nest the neck, one foot on the two paws of the chicken, making it immobile.
He stretched out his hand to pull the hair off his neck, and this knife that could be used to kill cattle was placed on the neck of this old rooster who likes to show affection.
Han Cheng pulled the knife slightly, the iron knife cut through the skin on the old rooster's neck, and dark red blood flowed out and fell into the pottery bowl below.
Sprinkle a little salt on the blood, and stew it with the chicken after solidification. It tastes very good.
The old rooster was thrown out because of his arrogance and affection, and he fluttered twice on the ground. With his legs stretched out, he went to the west.
"Good knife!"
Han Cheng made a secret compliment.
Although this knife will not be used for cutting vegetables in later generations...
The adults were surprised that this iron knife could kill the chicken at once, and the children became extremely excited.
But most of their excitement came from the chicken on the ground that was completely dead.
Han Cheng didn't wipe the blood on the knife and used it directly to cut the skin.
The sturdy leather was spread on the wood, and Han Cheng pressed the leather with one hand and the knife with the other hand, drawing from top to bottom.
After the knife was taken, the leather broke a shallow layer, and Han Cheng continued to repeat the marks that had been cut.
After the ninth cut, the leather was completely cut in half.
Han Cheng frowned when he looked at the knife in his hand. Without a knife with a steel blade, it is still not sharp enough. You need to repeat so many knives to cut a skin. He can only throw it in later generations...
Withdrawing his gaze from the knife, he looked up and found that the people around him were looking at him with a stunned look.
Han Cheng couldn't help but sniffed.
I had too high expectations for the sharpness of the iron, and now the iron would be underestimated by the people in the tribe.
"God... Son of God..."
The scene that was once very silent was finally broken, and the one who spoke was the most mature and serious witch.
It's just that now he is a little stuttered and his voice is a little trembling.
Old Han Cheng blushed and couldn't help but sniffed again. The people in the Xindao tribe were really shocked by Tie's'sharpness'.
The words really cannot be too full.
Wu Zhen was really shocked, this iron knife could cut the skin!
This is leather!
So far, the method used by the people of the Qingque tribe to get rid of the leather is that Han Cheng originally used to rub back and forth on the stone ridge ~ EbookFREE.me ~ It is not that they don't know how to innovate, but the conditions do not allow it.
They also tried other tools and other methods.
Stone knives and bone knives have no effect on the epithelium.
As a relatively leisurely person in the tribe, he watched the women in the tribe making clothes when he was playing rabbits, and even polished the leather by himself, understanding that it was not easy.
Now that he saw the knife made of iron by the god, he cut the leather so easily, many times faster than the friction, how could he not be shocked?
Moreover, the son of God hasn't grown up yet and is not strong enough. If this knife is held by an adult, wouldn't it be faster to cut the leather?
This...what on earth is this iron, so amazing?
No wonder the son of God didn't let him touch it with his hands just now. According to his previous thoughts, his hands would definitely bleed!
It is so easy to cut dry skin. If it is used to kill prey or kill the enemy, wouldn't it...
Wu's old face became a little flushed.
The big brother and others also looked eagerly at the knife in Han Cheng's hand, their expressions changed from initial shock and dullness to excitement.
"God... Son of God..."
Wu didn't know what to say for a while, only knew to repeat this sentence.
Han Cheng sniffed again, damn, it was embarrassing now.
The ugly daughter-in-law also has to see her in-laws, and what happens is always going to happen.
Right now, he shook his heart and handed the knife to Wu.
But he didn't want Wu to step forward to take the knife with both hands, and after he personally held the twelve knives before cutting the leather apart, he actually held the knife in both hands and bowed directly to Han Cheng, praising: "The Son of God!"
The others also yelled "God Son!"
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