From Chief to Ball

Unable to withstand the extreme temperature changes, some stones continued to shatter and fall, and the rest also had a lot of gaps. When they were hit hard with a stone hammer and a chisel, they would fall down, exposing the stones inside the mountain wall.

Staring at the exposed stone for a while, the interior of the mountain wall is divided into many interlayers, which should be a mineral vein, but it is not known whether the direction of extension is upward or downward.

Fortunately, this ore vein is an associated mine. Besides copper ore, there are some other ores. Because no one has ever mined it, the degree of enrichment is very good.

The tribesmen packed the ore into wicker baskets for easy transportation back.

When loading ore, I will also curiously look for some strange stones.

Wolfpi squatted on the ground, staring at a black stone in a daze.

There is a layer of small gray beans on the stone, which will be shattered when smashed with a stone, revealing the shiny section inside, but some of them will be shattered into powder just by pinching with hands.

He took the stone to find Chen Jian. Chen Jian looked at the particles that melted outside the ore and thought it should be tin.

I lit a pile of charcoal fire and threw the stone into it. Soon, some tiny silver luster water droplets formed on the outside of the stone. The tribesmen were very curious, and it was the first time they saw this luster.

The melting point of tin is very low, and it can be melted in less than [-] degrees. It may be that when the stone was burned, some tin ore reacted with charcoal and was reduced.

The melting point of lead is also very low, but the wolf skin said before that there is some gray powder that shatters when touched, so it does not seem to be lead.

Tin is a very strange metal. In minus thirteen degrees of weather, it will suffer from "tin plague". The internal crystal structure changes and it shatters when touched.An analogy is that diamond has become charcoal, which is still charcoal, but its nature has changed.

Chen Jian had heard a similar story in his previous life. The kerosene barrels brought by an Antarctic expedition team were soldered, but they got tin plague. All the kerosene ran away, and the expedition team was wiped out.

Tin plague is miraculous and contagious. Even if the temperature is normal, normal tin will still get sick when it comes into contact with gray tin infected with tin plague. It may even turn the tin in the warehouse into powder overnight.

Now that it is confirmed that this is tin, it is only one step away from bronze.

I searched for the place where the wolf skin found the gray stone, and smashed some gray ore with a stone hammer. It looks different from the copper mine in the interlayer in the distance. Maybe this is the tin mine. Go back and smelt it and you will know. up.

Separate the copper ore and possible tin ore into baskets. Thirty horned deer sledges, each of which can hold two hundred catties, are not too strenuous to slide in the snow, and the calculation is nearly two to three tons.

After returning, he did not start smelting immediately, but called all the adult slaves owned by the two clans together.

It has been a few months since they were captured. The current language is not rich, there is not so much grammar, and the vocabulary is pitifully small, so they should be able to communicate with these people simply.

This was also one of the few times when the hundred slaves got together, and someone guarded them with weapons to prevent them from moving.

"I need sixteen men and two women to dig stones and carry stones. Dig for sixty months, or bring back five thousand baskets of stones per person, and you will no longer be slaves. You can fight with those villages outside the city. Same, cultivate the land, and become a savage.”

He yelled, but unfortunately, these slaves stood numbly one by one, maybe they understood, or maybe they didn't understand, they didn't know what he meant.

When Chen Jian said that, he was just drawing a big cake.It has nothing to do with the Holy Mother, it is purely a matter of cost and efficiency.

In the Spring and Autumn Period of the previous life, slaves were called Xu Mi, which is a pseudonym for 縃縻. They were not people who had nothing, but people who were strung together with ropes.

It can be imagined that the labor efficiency of strung together is extremely low, let alone the enthusiasm, and even often damage the tools, drawing a big pie, at least it can give them a little hope.It is unknown whether I can live to five years after memorizing mine for five years, but it will definitely increase my enthusiasm.

In addition, the degree of organization of the miners is too high, it is impossible for them to mine empty-handed, and there must be stone tools.Throwing all the fifty male slaves to work as mine slaves, there will be a dozen clansmen as supervisors, and the work done by the fifty slaves may not be as many as sixteen people.

Five years in prison is not enough to grind out complete despair, and Chen Jian feels that they will long for the life of a savage.

As for the issue of blood, it is even more unfounded to worry about. Even if they become wild people and have nothing to reclaim the land, which ruling class woman will marry them?Nominally equal savages, under private law, no money, no land, no means of production, unequal tax rates, rights, and obligations, equality is a hammer.Those savage women will definitely go to the city with all their brains, who will go to their arms?

Five years is also an established goal.Within five years, things such as horses, bronze farm tools, and plowshares can be produced, and the family land system can basically be disintegrated into family mutual aid groups. Because slaves cannot give them good tools, the efficiency will be far lower than that of family farming. More slaves can be used for mining.

Sixteen men opened mines, and two women cooked and fetched water. In winter, they were given four-horned deer, which were transported by sledge. The food needed to be taken from the village, and then by wooden boats after spring.

There are not enough people to go out and form a settlement alone, and the food supply of leaving the village in winter is also a dead end.It is impossible for people to be united. Some want to escape, and some want to become wild people in five years. Even sitting system can save supervisors.

Under the condition of using copper and stone together, three people can safely drive one slave, one hundred people can always control fifty slaves, and one hundred thousand people can completely control 20 slaves.At this time, the number of basic players is scarce, so he has to plan carefully.

However, his careful calculation did not arouse the cheers and excitement of these slaves. On the contrary, they just looked at everything in front of them blankly, and none of them made a sound.

Chen Jian said it again, gesticulating with his hands and feet, and only one woman in the crowd stood up and asked, "Is what you said true?"

"Yes."

"Then can you engrave it on a clay tablet?"

Chapter 41 Rolling Dung Balls

As soon as the woman finished saying this, she was slapped with a cane, and a mark appeared on her face.

Several female slaves wanted to stand in front of the woman, but they were kicked and pushed away. Several clansmen took out stone axes, which calmed these people down.

Chen Jian glanced at this woman, who was young and dirty, wrapped in a layer of thatched clothes to keep out the cold.These women usually spin hemp thread, which is in line with the artistic conception that those who are covered in silk are not silkworm farmers, they are just talking tools.

The woman was not afraid of being whipped, nor did she stretch out her hand to cover her flushed cheeks. She just felt that she should do something for the tribe, and this question to ask was very important.

Chen Jian thought about it. This woman seemed to be the priest of that tribe. As the winner, he didn't have much impression of this woman, but the woman had a deep impression on him.

"Can you understand me?"

He told the clansmen not to rush to do it, and asked with interest.

The woman nodded.

"What's your name?"

"Red fish."

"The red fish has been pushed into the river by us, and it was washed away by the water."

"Then I don't have a name."

"You are the priest of that tribe, right? I vaguely remember."

The woman smiled self-deprecatingly. It seemed that her tribe was not worth mentioning in the eyes of this man, and she didn't even have much impression of herself.

If you think about it, people will remember the tiger that killed their people, but who will remember the ant nest that they accidentally stepped on?Don't talk about tigers for myself and my clansmen, they are not even qualified to be poisonous snakes, they are just mosquitoes that were slapped to death at will.

Chen Jian glanced at the woman and said, "Why do you want me to engrave these words on the clay board?"

"Because I'm a priest of that tribe, I thought you took four canes for speaking, but you forgot who I am. You won't forget those things carved on the clay board."

"Do you remember the name of the person you killed in the village?"

"do not remember."

"Same. Of course I won't remember you."

The woman was stunned for a moment, then sighed helplessly. She was the red fish of the tribe. She clearly knew that her tribe had been destroyed, but in her heart she still felt that she was different from the rest of the tribe. At least... at least the person who defeated her tribe should He remembered himself, but he didn't remember at all, he was just a mosquito he accidentally slapped to death.

She has been thinking about the tribe, what is the tribe?In her eyes, it is not the stone with the red fish crossing the rainbow, but the living people.

Two sparrows can fight to the death for a grain of wheat, but what if it is a falcon that comes to fight?My own tribe is that sparrow, and this tribe is already a falcon spreading its wings. The life and death of the tribe does not depend on how much courage the sparrow has, but only on the falcon, because resistance is meaningless.