I Am Not a Savage

　　 Chapter Twenty-fifth Thunder, I made a mistake!

　　 Standing among the clansmen, Yunchuan consciously or unconsciously is superior to others.

　　 That's right, it's superior. It has nothing to do with his identity, only his ability.

　　 In the mother’s tribe, capable people will always come out. Even if they don’t come out, the people will help him out, just like a mother, just as he naturally occupies a high position in the tribe.

　　 In this regard, the savages are not savages, but very clever referees. They can use the simplest perspective to judge who has to work and who can not.

　　In the tribe, everyone has to work, everyone has to fight, and no one can eat without work.

　　 Unless this person does not work but can create more food for everyone.

　　 Yunchuan is undoubtedly such a person.

　　 The peach trees in the distance are already reddening, and there are dots of green on the ground. The turquoise river begins to rise, and sometimes scattered ice blocks can be seen from the river water.

　　 Of course, there are scattered corpses.

　　 The corpses in the river water are much larger than normal people, which is the so-called giant view.

　　 This corpse should have been soaked in the river for a long time.

　　 Therefore, Yunchuan can be sure that there is a war going on in the upper reaches of the big river.

　　 A corpse stayed near the backwater bay. Several catfish were biting the corpse. Under the cover of the river, the catfish pushed the corpse, and the corpse seemed to come alive.

　　 Yunchuan watched the corpse carefully, and did not disturb the catfish eating. It was a corpse without an arm. A catfish was gnawing at the fracture, as if his arm had grown again.

The corpse is unremarkable. It is the bones of a man. It is as ugly as ever. The appearance of a giant after death is like dressing him up, making his original flat face a little more three-dimensional, and even better than the living one. It's better to watch it.

These are not important. The most important place Yunchuan looks at is the fractured arm. Although the fish bite here is not what it looks like, even so, Yunchuan can still see it. The wound is neat. This person’s arm was cut with a knife. Chopped off.

　　 The stone axe has no such ability, only metal weapons have such ability.

　　 Thinking of metal weapons, Yun Chuan thought of Xuanyuan with the bronze sword for no reason.

　　 The plains tribe had no food to eat because of the flood last year. Then, with Xuanyuan's wisdom, he absolutely couldn't think of any way to help the tribe except for robbery.

　　 Robbing the bazaar is just one of his emergency methods, and robbing the hilly savages and tribes is his most important goal.

　　 Because it was winter, the floating corpse did not rot, but was soaked into a giant view. Such a corpse looked like it had been soaked in the water for at least ten days.

　　 In other words, ten days ago, on the upper reaches of the river, there was a war between hill tribes and plain tribes.

　　 Using a bamboo pole to push the corpse into the river to let him continue traveling, Yunchuan thought of the noseless man who was poisoned to death by him for no reason.

　　 Yunchuan is very sure that that person is so smart, he must be the spy sent by Xuanyuan to explore the way.

　　 That being the case, it means that Xuanyuanlai Hilly Tribe not only wants to **** supplies, but also has the idea of ​​looting the savages as slaves to them.

　　 After all, in such a big flood, his tribe must have suffered heavy losses.

　　 Abu caught a lot of catfish today. They seem to prefer this kind of fish with a lot of meat and oil, but Yunchuan has no interest in this thing.

　　Before, people always said that unreasonable worry is a kind of stupid behavior. In fact, everyone who has this idea is actually a wise man.

　　 Just like Yunchuan can pass through a corpse, and then connect to some of the news he received before, and after mutual confirmation, he basically got the news that Xuanyuan will come to his tribe sooner or later.

　　 Therefore, the smelting of steel can no longer wait.

　　 The iron sand is not burned, a handful of iron sand is poured into the crucible, leaving a little molten iron, and there are too many impurities.

　　 Yunchuan scraped off the impurities over and over again, to the point that there were more than two hundred catties of iron sand, and in the end only one iron bar weighing seven or eight catties came out.

　　 The iron bar was very brittle. It fell into seven or eight pieces on the red sandstone. Yunchuan continued to put this piece of iron into the stove and burned it. Abu led five or six teenagers to madly pump gas into the stove with a bamboo tube.

　　 The furnace was raging, and the iron block melted again, and many impurities still appeared.

　　 Yunchuan repeated the process of making iron four times before getting a piece of pig iron of slightly better quality.

　　 Next time, we will start to fry steel. Yun Chuan doesn't know if it can be done. The things he has on hand are really lacking.

　　 I didn't know whether it was molten iron or molten steel liquid in the crucible and poured it into the sand mold, and the appearance of a knife commonly seen in Yunchuan appeared.

　　 When the knife cooled down, Yunchuan took out the knife and chopped twice on the bamboo. Before opening the front, there were a few more pits on the knife... This was just cutting the bamboo.

　　 Yunchuan was extremely disappointed. He threw the knife on the red sandstone and returned to his red palace.

　　 Because, it's raining.

　　The mist and rain enveloped the earth, and the world became a grayish look, revealing a sense of shabbyness.

　　 The sound of thunder came from far, far away, as if it was from ancient times. The elephant on the other side of the river refused to leave. Hearing the thunder, he followed the call of "dudu".

　　 A group of ants got into the human skin sticking to the ground. They ate up the flesh in the human skin, but left the human skin alone.

　　 The sound of thunder finally returned to the present from ancient times, and with a "click", it exploded above the head of the Red Palace.

　　 "Today should be a surprise!"

　　 Yunchuan lifted his head from the bed and lazily faced Abu Dao who was lying opposite him.

　　 "What is Jingzhe?"

　　 "Winter is about to pass, the first thunder sounds, and the bugs in the ground should come back to life."

　　 "I see, today is a startling sting." Abu got up, painted a lightning bolt with carbon black on the wall of the Red Palace, and then painted several snake-like insects under the lightning.

　　 Another thunder blasted above the Red Palace, and Yunchuan couldn't help shrinking his neck without cursing God.

　　 He felt that his act of burning the grass, the mountains, and the islands was enough for Lei Gong to chop himself to death.

　　 "Kachacha" another thunder blasted in Yunchuan's ears, and immediately, the side of the window was as bright as daylight.

　　 Lightning strikes on the red sandstone.

　　 Yunchuan did not dare to go out for fear of being struck by lightning.

　　 It's normal for the first thunder of spring to strike oneself. After doing so many bad things, Yunchuan is mentally prepared.

The young people in the tribe have changed from little tigers to quails. Ever since the little wolf jumped into Yunchuan’s arms and trembled, the bison was lying under the bed of Yunchuan with his head down, and the other tribesmen did not know how they began to hide behind Yunchuan. One, two, three, four...

　　 When the last person hid behind Yunchuan, they had formed a perfect formation of eagle catching chicks, and Yunchuan was the hen.

　　 At this time, Yunchuan had been squeezed out of the bed by these people long ago, and if he squeezed it down, he was about to leave the Red Palace.

　　 Yunchuan has no dissatisfaction. Since he is the leader of the tribe, he naturally wants to be the first when encountering the irresistible danger of manpower.

　　 Yunchuan has this kind of consciousness of being the boss.

　　 The thunderstorm passed quickly, and it should have passed.

　　 A positively charged cloud will thunder when it meets a negatively charged cloud. When the energy is gone, there will be no thunder to hit.

　　 There is no more thunder, and the teenagers in the tribe are no longer afraid. Some people are clamoring that they can add a meal while the fire is still on, saying that he is very hungry.

　　 Yunchuan is a generous person. He has forgotten the behavior of these people who just pushed him to the forefront of the thunderstorm and allowed them to cook another pot of catfish soup.

　　 At dawn, the light rain is still falling, and the air is fresh and intoxicating. This is because there are too many oxygen ions.

　　 This kind of fresh air Yunchuan is not rare at all. Since coming into this world, this kind of good air has long been tired of smelling it. Compared with this, he wants to smell the smog in his world.

　　 After going out, Yunchuan suddenly found that the knife he made had turned into an axe.

Why do you say that? It's all because his knife melted. The head of the knife was not flat and there was a small pit. After the knife melted, a part of it gathered in that pit. A good knife is now It looks more like an axe.

　　 This is an ugly light blue axe. The light blue should come from thunder and lightning. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

　　 Yunchuan raised this ugly axe and chopped the bamboo. The bamboo was not cut off. The axe bounced. Yunchuan looked at the position of the axe's blade. As a result, the axe without a blade had no traces.

　　 Yunchuan looked up and thought for a moment, and then he understood that the thunder and lightning melted the knife. Because of the rain, the axe was quenched during the rapid solidification process.

　　 Yunchuan raised his axe in one hand and looked at the gray sky, scratching his chin with the other hand, his eyes filled with doubts.

　　 Could it be said that the ancient book said that whenever there is a magic weapon and a sharp blade, there will really be a celestial phenomenon to answer it?

　　 No matter what was going on, Yunchuan felt that he finally had a magic weapon, and finally had a little force to rely on in this wild world.

　　 There is a spring rain, so the bamboo shoots in the fire are growing rapidly. The spring bamboo shoots taste good. Yunchuan is unwilling to let it go. All the young people are sent out to dig bamboo shoots, leaving Abu alone to help him shake the wheel and sharpen the axe.

After the burrs and spikes of the axe were completely cleaned up, a gleaming axe appeared in front of Yunchuan.

　　 If this axe is put in later generations, it is estimated that it can sell for 20 yuan, but now, when Yunchuan cut off a bamboo with one axe and was unharmed, Abu went crazy.

　　 Nowadays, there are too many bamboos in the ethnic group, too many bamboos that have not been burned to death need to be repaired.

　　 After having the axe, his enthusiasm for work is extremely high.

　　 Yunchuan looked at Abu thoughtfully at his crazy work. It seems that higher, faster, and stronger requirements are also appropriate in this era.

At the same time, Yunchuan figured out one thing. Last time, the knife he made was actually a steel knife, but it was not fried enough. If it melts one more time, the knife can be quenched and finally become a real one. Steel products.