I am a Primitive Man

Chapter 336: Knife that will anger the Heavens and the crooked saw

After the beheading ceremony several months ago, the Green Sparrow Tribe, which had been quiet for a long time, once again sprang into action today.

Everyone was excitedly preparing for the upcoming ceremony meant to inform the heavenly gods.

Looking at the unimpressive and barely functional knife, Han Cheng's face turned red again.

"Shaman, let's not inform the heavenly gods this time," Han Cheng said again, looking at the excited shaman making final preparations.

This thing was embarrassing.

The shaman, who usually didn't express much opinion, was persistent.

He insisted that the iron knife was a supreme treasure and must be presented to the heavenly gods.

He and everyone in the Green Sparrow Tribe shared the same belief.

Han Cheng had no choice but to reluctantly agree. Every time he saw the grand preparations of the tribe and then looked at this crude knife, his face couldn't help but blush.

It would be fine if it were just this, but the key point was that Bai Xue, his little child bride.

"Brother Cheng, why is your face red?"

"Brother Cheng, why are you sweating?"

"Brother Cheng, let me fan you..."

Seeing the innocent and caring little child bride asking him, Han Cheng had the impulse to shut her mouth.

This little girl was naughty.

Amidst the drumming of the skin drums, the sacrificial ceremony, which made Han Cheng cry and laugh, unfolded with unprecedented grandeur.

On the stone platform serving as the altar lay the iron axe that had not been sharpened and the iron knife that had been sharpened.

Rushed chisel and saw, about twenty centimeters long and not sharpened, were also among them.

The shaman danced a dance that Han Cheng still didn't understand, appearing particularly vigorous, and uttered some incomprehensible syllables continuously from his mouth.

Apart from the shaman and Shi Tou, there probably wasn't anyone else in the entire tribe who could understand.

This scene reminded Han Cheng of a joke—a few-year-old little girl shaking her little head, sweetly calling out, "Uncle, uncle, I don't understand some parts of 'Journey to the West. ' Can you explain it to me?"

A particular uncle breathed a sigh of relief. He had read "Journey to the West" at least ten times and remembered every plot inside out. Could he not answer a little question from his niece?

So he patted his chest and promised confidently, "Ask whatever you want, Uncle's got you."

The little girl tilted her head, her big eyes twinkling, and earnestly asked, "Uncle, can you tell me how to chant the Tightening Spell? He recited it too fast, and I couldn't hear clearly..."

The uncle was speechless, utterly baffled...

Could it be that the shaman didn't know what he was saying himself? Han Cheng thought with a mischievous smirk.

After the particularly grand sacrificial ceremony ended, several iron implements were placed on the stone altar. The shaman held onto the iron knife and refused to let go, saying they should all be treated as offerings to the heavenly gods.

Han Cheng's face twitched. The quality of the knife he threw away in the future would be better than this...

Fortunately, these heavenly gods were just imaginary. Otherwise, the Green Sparrow Tribe would have a high chance of being struck by lightning.

Han Cheng felt helpless about the shaman's behavior. He had put in so much effort to produce these iron implements, not for display, but to use them, to create more valuable things.

Leaving them there to rust without using them was not a good habit.

After much persuasion, Han Cheng finally made the shaman realize the error of his ways.

These four iron tools were also taken down from the altar. The axe, chisel, and even more pitiful iron saw were each given to three individuals—Lame, Shi Tou, and Hei Wa—to sharpen.

When Han Cheng sharpened the knives before, they all watched and learned. With some guidance, they were able to do it.

The most difficult to sharpen wasn't the bulky axe but the jagged-toothed iron saw.

This tool had too many jagged edges, and if it was not handled carefully during sharpening, it could get stuck on the grinding stone.

Sharpening these iron tools was much slower than Han Cheng had expected.

The reason was that these guys were reluctant to exert force while sharpening.

Even though they knew these iron tools were tough and sturdy and wouldn't easily be damaged, they were still very cautious and didn't dare to use too much force.

It wasn't until Han Cheng had spoken several times and kicked each of them in the butt that they finally started to loosen up.

"Bang!"

Lame gripped the sharpened axe in his right hand and swung it down fiercely at an upright wooden stake below.

The axe struck the wooden stake, which was more than three centimeters in diameter, and split it into two pieces.

One of the shorter pieces flew off far away.

When it came to chopping things, a knife was no match for a heavy and mighty axe.

Seeing the piece of wood flying off, the people of the Green Sparrow Tribe once again collectively fell into a daze.

Initially, they thought the axe would be remarkable enough for chopping stones and iron, but after sharpening it, it turned out to be even sharper at cutting wood than the iron knife!

Moreover, these few iron tools were more tangible than the stone and bone tools they had previously made.

Iron was indeed a good thing!

No wonder the Divine Child had put so much effort into making these iron tools and insisted on presenting them to the heavenly gods.

Seeing these few divine weapons, the people of the Green Sparrow Tribe felt sincere admiration for the Divine Child's wisdom and actions.

Some people remembered the Divine Child's determination to produce charcoal last year, and their admiration for him soared even higher.

It turned out that the Divine Child went to great lengths to produce charcoal not just for barbecue but also to refine these precious iron tools.

While everyone else in the Green Sparrow Tribe was marveling at the usefulness of the iron tools, the tribe's chief carpenter, Lame, frowned.

He held the iron saw with a wooden handle in his hand, and more than half of the saw was stuck in a tree trunk in front of him.

Not only was he frowning, but Han Cheng also furrowed his brow.

When used to saw wood, this unique iron saw of the Green Sparrow Tribe was easy at first. In just a moment, it sawed nearly three centimeters deep.

However, as it went deeper, the speed slowed, and it became slower and slower until it was stuck inside.

Saw, a tool essential for carpenters in the future, was something Han Cheng was familiar with. It was supposed to be fast and shouldn't have gotten stuck like this.

How could the saw he made himself be jammed by the wood like this?

Han Cheng rubbed his head with a furrowed brow.

After careful observation and comparison with his mental impression of the saw, Han Cheng finally found the root of the problem.

The key lay in the saw teeth.

The saw Han Cheng made had vertical saw teeth on the saw surface, while the saws of the future were staggered, with every other one leaning in opposite directions.

With this arrangement, the gaps between the saw teeth were larger, and the saw wouldn't get stuck.

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