Waste Strong Foundation

The level of bronze smelting by the Xia people was limited, and the utensils were thin and rough, which played a very limited role in daily production activities.

According to the current archaeological excavation report, there were iron bars in the Shang Dynasty, and iron tools, such as iron scrapers, iron pellets and iron filings, appeared in the Western Zhou Dynasty at the latest.

Iron is the most abundant natural metal in the Central Plains, and iron replacing copper as the mainstream is a major sign of productivity progress.

Then forging iron is tantamount to lighting up the backbone of the ancient technology tree in advance, dragging the tribal residents into the era of small farmers.

No matter what you do, temperature control is the most critical.

When the temperature is raised, pottery can be fired and then porcelain, and iron and steel can also be made at the same time.

The iron ore sent by the mountain gods is screened and sent to a high-temperature furnace to melt impurities.

On this basis, the player who plays the role of a craftsman puts the viscous iron lump that removes the obvious impurities on the chopping board and beats it repeatedly to remove the brittleness of the pig iron and enhance its toughness. , and finally molded.

Blacksmithing is a laborious job, and all blacksmiths are full of tendons.

Although the natives in Yanchi are very able to endure hardships, they can only do some chores such as burning fires and blowing wind because of their physical strength.

Fei Mingqiu said from the bottom of his heart, it is best to use free players.

Players use ironmaking as an infrastructure game to advance crazily, and will not feel tired. For a while, the sound of wrought iron is everywhere in the salt pond.

The first ones to be made are iron blocks with qualified precision.

The second is small and medium-sized iron farm tools. In order to meet the basic needs of farming, priority is given to forging iron rakes, shovels, iron sickles, iron axes and shovels.

The third is to connect with the textile workshop next door to polish iron needles and even a small amount of steel needles.

There were not many iron ores left, Fei Mingqiu gave them as task rewards to the players with the longest online time, it all depended on what the players wanted to do.

It takes a lot of wood to hit the iron all night, and the virgin forest around Yanchi has lost a piece, and then it becomes a new training ground.

Some iron farming tools were sent to the Xia people.

The Xia people, as if they had found a treasure, collaborated with the players who stayed behind in the royal city to reclaim the wasteland, and cleared out an acre of farmland with wide ridges overnight.

They were a little worried when they first moved, but they got used to it gradually, and helped each other build a single-story, single-room wooden house in their spare time.

For the players of "Waste", the whole June almost passed by in deafening thunder.

The turbid water of the Yellow River surrounded the temporary meeting point of the Xia people more than once, and because of Gong Gong's magical powers, they retreated unwillingly to the lower places.

This kind of flood scene of "soldiers approaching the city" has happened several times, and some players are not used to it and don't take it seriously.

The last day of June.

In response to the upcoming centennial, "Waste" will be closed for 12 hours for maintenance, and the July check-in rewards and limited-time appearance will be updated.

The life of young people born after [-] and [-] is far more than just playing games.

All kinds of depressed players on social software gather to smoke and live hard every day, looking forward to a better and happier tomorrow.

Just like every time an exam yells that the last question is so difficult, most of them are academic masters.

Those who call themselves trash are often not willing to lie down for nothing.

Whether a lifetime is long or not, even a small creation, a negligible utterance——

A stoic 20-something with a basic education, it would be a shame not to do something for the world he lives in.

Chen Yiheng and Li Xiaoming were invited to Shanghai to participate in the UP main event held by Station J.

It was too hot, and he grabbed two cups of poplar nectar and took a big gulp every two. His stomach felt relieved, and he sighed tacitly.

Gu Dailu, who was looking for the bathroom with his suitcase, brushed past the two of them, and resentfully discussed the July itinerary with the boss Xiao Wen's secretary.

Ten kilometers away, Fan Pingting and two senior sisters were studying the map of wickedness in the subway station. They were going to visit the map and read books today and tomorrow.

Ninety kilometers further to the south in Suzhou, Qiu Xiaosheng gave a speech on behalf of the student station, wearing a suit and leather shoes so hot that he almost doubted his life.

To the north, Hu Yang, who brought the amnesiac boy back to Shandong, called his parents with mixed feelings, and had to add a pair of chopsticks at night.

Slightly to the west, the weather is not too hot, Qu Wan dressed smartly and pushed an electric wheelchair to the gate of the community.

She has just taken over the accounting business of a local rubber factory. Today is June No. 30. The owner of the rubber factory, Shi Shi, is here to deliver the invoices in time for DDL.

Further away, the eyeballs of the woman on the hospital bed rolled indistinctly.

Ma Binghe, who was sitting by the bed, clenched his wrists excitedly, throwing his hopes at the doctor, his temples were covered in fine sweat.

From teens to 60 years old, some are happy, some are anxious and depressed, and some are temporarily unable to cheer up and paralyzed at home.

Realizing that one's depression is not the same as giving up on oneself, but the spirit of being unwilling to be a real waste after repeated setbacks.

Regardless of temper, character, education, status and age, they are always a lovely group of people.

The game maintenance also gave Fei Mingqiu a holiday for most of the day.

The players went offline collectively, the city was much deserted outside the city, dark clouds struck, and the slaves shouted and rushed to collect linen and animal skins in the square.

Fei Mingqiu traveled through the ghost mansion and returned to the mobile home in Yanchi. When changing his shoes, he took out two dried and hollowed out gourds from his pocket.

The gourd is only as long as a palm, and the yellow surface is stained with a little cinnabar and black paint, so it can't be seen that it is a totem.

This is what he bought from the caravan in Wangcheng today. It is said to come from the Yue tribe in the south. It can be used as food or decoration.

Shang Yuan came out of the bathroom holding the drying blanket in one hand, "There are two months left, how far is your task progress?"

Fei Mingqiu shook his head, "The total population has reached more than 1, which has actually reached the standard. Fully building the tribe...it's hard to say."

Shang Yuan paused as he walked towards the ladder, turned to the porch, and threw the blanket to him, "Is it raining in Wangcheng?"

Fei Mingqiu hurriedly caught the blanket and wiped the rain off his face, "No. There are a few players who did not log off at the designated place, I am afraid that their bodies will be eaten by spirits - it will be repaired by the two of us, so we will run away for a while Go a little farther and pick them up."

Shang Yuan snorted, and squinted his eyes to look at the small gourd on the shoe cabinet, "What is this?"

Fei Mingqiu: "Gourd. Haven't you seen it? Yes, it's a local product from the southern tribe. It seems that it has become a kind of cultural entertainment after 4000 years."

Shang Yuan bent down to take a closer look, caught sight of Fei Mingqiu's bewildered eyebrows, laughed lowly, and stood with his back against the wall with one hand in his pocket.

"Stupid. Don't think too much about it."

"I, what am I thinking?"

Shang Yuan raised his eyebrows, grabbed the blanket with his big hands and wiped the young man's hair, "Don't pick it up next time, let them go, or take me with you."

Fei Mingqiu was enveloped by the hot air from Shang Yuan's shower and the smell of shower gel, his face was hot, he touched his nose and said yes vaguely.

He was full of thoughts, vaguely heard something Shang Yuan said, and nodded perfunctorily.

He thought about the burning of the side of his waist, and looked down at the hand holding his waist in a daze, the tip of his nose and lips were suddenly bitten.