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

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. for new novels

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?

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.