I am a primitive

With the movement of it backing up, the cowhide is no longer tight.

The man hugged the handle of the plow again with both hands, and pulled it back vigorously, and the plow, which was submerged in the ground, came out immediately.

Saved a lot of effort than before.

The plow is out, but the situation is not very optimistic.

Because the bottom of the plow has been deformed!

Not only has the plowshare become bent, but even the plowboard has become somewhat deformed.

Such a plow obviously cannot be used again.

The man had no choice but to take off the harness from the cow temporarily, lead the cow to a place with grass on one side, let it rest here, and eat some grass by the way.

And he, carrying the broken plow, returned to the tribe, went to the people in the tribe who specialized in repairing these utensils, and asked them to repair the plow.

On the way back, this person was not in a high mood, and seemed a little sighing.

The plow is broken, delaying work.

This is not the most important thing, the most important thing is that this is the third plow he has worn out!

Having learned the lessons from the previous two times, he has been plowing very carefully now, but the damage to the plow still cannot be avoided.

In the tribe that went back, from time to time, you could see some half-grown children who returned to the tribe carrying tools such as shovels and copper shovels.

None of the agricultural tools carried by these children are intact.

Many are severely distorted.

What's even more tragic is that the whole thing has been broken into two pieces!

Of course, these farm tools were not broken by these minors.

They are still young, their strength is not strong, and they don't have such great destructive ability.

These are the work of adults who are working in the fields.

These children are responsible for transporting the broken bronze tools back to the tribe for repair.

There are also some children, carrying the repaired equipment, going from the tribe to the field.

This is to give some repaired utensils to adults in the field for use.

Carrying the plow, I went back to the tribe and came to the place where the equipment is professionally repaired. I saw more things.

Looking around, all the sights are broken bronze farm tools.

Some distorted and damaged agricultural tools were placed in the stove and burned for a while. After heating, they were repaired by a quick beating, and they could be used again. Repairing it was not too troublesome.

The most troublesome thing is those farm tools that are directly broken.

After such agricultural tools are broken, the craftsmen in the tribe have no way to connect them together and make them extremely strong.

So it can only be cleaned and re-melted.

After melting into juice and reaching the point of perfection, it is then put into the mold to recreate new agricultural tools.

This person is carrying a plow, which is the most efficient and fastest tool for turning the land in the tribe. If it breaks, it will cause the greatest loss to the tribe, so it has the priority.

After seeing this person coming, some people who were doing repairs here immediately stopped their work and began to come over to rest the plow.

First remove the plowshares and plowshares, and then start repairing non-stop...

This person waited here, looking at the many broken farm tools, and thinking about the work that was delayed because of this, he couldn't help but feel anxious, and felt that it was a pity.

If the tools are strong and not broken, how much more land will be opened by the people of their own tribe during such a period of time.

The extra land is used to grow crops, how much more food can be harvested by the tribe in time!

The more reckoning, the more pity this person felt.

In the past, he also thought that the bronze farm tools in the tribe were very useful.

But now, I feel that the bronze farm tools are not very good to use.

Because the bronze farm tools are not strong enough, nor hard enough.

Compared with tools made of bone, stone, wood and other materials, bronze farming tools are indeed very easy to use, and I don’t know how much higher than them!

However, the bronze farm implements are not perfect either.

When they first came into contact with and used bronze farming tools, everyone in the Qingque tribe didn't feel this way.

But as the time of using bronze farm tools continued to increase, people in the tribe began to slowly become less satisfied with bronze farm tools.

From time to time, someone would think that it would be great if the tribe could make more useful tools than bronze farming tools!

With these things in mind, this man sitting here, waiting for the repairmen in the tribe to fix the plow, something came to his mind.

These things were the black stone that the Son of God called Meteorite, and the tools made of this Meteorite, which the tribe had obtained from the Blackstone tribe after defeating it.

The tools made of meteorite are not only strong, but also very sharp. It is the best material he has seen so far, and it can satisfy all his fantasies about making farm tools!

If only meteorite iron could be used to make farm tools!

In this way, it is used to plow the land to grow food, so there is no need to worry about the farm tools breaking down.

The speed of plowing and planting will also become very fast, and a lot of food can be grown!

However, such a thing can only be thought about and cannot be realized.

Because the number of meteorites is too rare!

Such a long time has passed, except for the meteorite iron obtained from the Blackstone tribe, his own tribe has not obtained meteorite iron in any other place.

These meteorites are only used to make critical tools such as axes and planes, and they are not enough. It is simply impossible to apply them to agricultural tools.

"Ah~"

Thinking about these things in his heart, the man couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

Thinking about such a thing is useless. It is better to honestly wait for the repairmen in the tribe to repair the plow, and go on plowing the field by yourself...

On the field outside Jinguan City, Han Cheng, the god son of the tribe, was standing here at this moment.

The weather became colder, and the clothes he was wearing became thicker.