Chapter 65: The square inch of the gullies is a microcosm of heaven and earth!

Under the burning eyes of everyone, the bald dragon gritted his teeth and took the sword from Wu Tong's hand.

If everyone looks at him with anticipation, the bald dragon still enjoys it. It is to accept the worship of mortals. This is the daily life of the dragon, and it is the time for it to be.

But today, the bald dragon feels like he is sitting on pins and needles. This is not expected. It is clearly a joke about Long Batian. I think Long Batian has never received such treatment.

The bald dragon was like a new "little wife" who had passed by, twisting and rubbing the sword, then pouting, and said proudly: "It's not bad, it's indeed a real good sword, not much worse than a magic weapon!"

The words were plain, but the bald dragon was not so calm. To be honest, he was very convinced by the sword in his palm. If it were normal, he would praise him, but...

Those who commit suicide must die well, even Long is no exception. In the past, he once said that others had no knowledge, but when things came to an end, he realized that the most ignorant one was himself!

The bald dragon will not belittle against his will, but it will not praise him. If you praise him, you will slap yourself in the face.

The craftsmen in the blacksmith workshop heard the Dragon Prince praise him. Although they did not have the praise of the second elder, they recognized everyone's achievements. So they were all overjoyed and finally proud.

Yao Yun was so happy when he saw the bald dragon's embarrassing appearance. These days, he heard the bald dragon's slightly sarcastic tone every day, and his ears were calloused. Now all the losses were found.

As the saying goes, stop when you see it, Yao Yun feels relieved, so naturally he will not continue to make things difficult for the bald dragon. Revenge is standard. A slight counterattack will help establish the prestige of his king, but it cannot be done too well. After all, the bald dragon is his thigh. If he runs away with shame, then he will cry to death!

"Okay, this sword is nothing. There is still room for improvement in the future. Take your time!"

Yao Yun's words suddenly attracted everyone's attention. Everyone was not paying attention to the bald dragon, but looked at his own king. Invisibly, it was considered to have solved the bald dragon's embarrassment situation.

The bald dragon no longer dares to speak, for fear of being embarrassed again.

Wu Tong no longer had doubts, but said with a little surprise: "Can it be better?"

Yao Yun nodded confidently: "This is nature. The more skilled the craftsmen are, the better the weapons they create. There is no best in the world, only better!"

Wu Tong nodded in admiration: "What the king said is very good, but I have a question?"

Wu Tong's eyes flashed with expectation when he asked, and he looked a little excited: "This kind of sword that is comparable to a divine weapon is really made of mortal iron, and can be built for a long time..."

Hearing this, the bald dragon, who was buried in his head, looked at Yao Yun with great confidence.

Cangman was no exception, looking at Yao Yun with burning eyes. If this is true, wouldn’t he have the chance to obtain a battle axe comparable to a divine weapon?

As a powerful warrior, the weapon that he took advantage is their second life. The magic weapon Cangman dared not think about it for the time being. After all, magic weapons are rare things, and many qi refiners with profound cultivation have never possessed them. He, a person who has just entered the Qi refiners' gate, had no chance to get involved. However, the second elder in front of him, the hundreds of iron refining weapons that the Dragon Prince mentioned, which were comparable to the magic weapon, made him inexplicably!

Seeing that everyone looked at him with extremely hot eyes, Yao Yun nodded and chuckled: "Of course it was made of mortal iron. It can create the first one and the second one in the future. The craftsmen have experience and constantly improve, and the success rate will also increase in the future."

Everyone was overjoyed when they heard this. The king was indeed amazing.

"But..."

Yao Yun said halfway, and immediately touched everyone's heartstrings, and countless pairs of resentful eyes looked at him.

The bald dragon even glared at Yao Yun, you are a slut, you deserve a beating like this!

"But what?"

Yao Yun continued with a smile: "But hundreds of weapons are labor-intensive and time-consuming, and the chance of success is not high, and it is not suitable for large-scale weapons..."

During this process, Yao Yun briefly described the process of refining hundreds of steel.

Yao Yun's words naturally became a bit difficult to understand when they fell into the ears of everyone, but Wu Tong understood it roughly and quickly said disappointed: "It turns out that iron tools are so difficult to build. Alas, it's a bit of a pity. It's also right. It's normal that such powerful tools are not easy to get..."

Wu Tong was talking nonsense.

When Yao Yun heard this, he said in surprise: "Second Elder, you are wrong."

Wu Tong: King, what do you say?”

Yao Yun smiled and said, "Ordinary iron weapons, iron tools don't have to be so troublesome. Only hundreds of weapons need such complicated steps. Just the two iron swords you got before are actually not that time-consuming to build."

Wu Tong's eyes lit up, and he seemed to think of something and his eyes were getting hot.

Yao Yun smiled and said, "Hundred-refining weapons are high-quality weapons. Only in the hands of Qi Refining Men can their value be displayed. Ordinary armored men use ordinary iron weapons to be enough. They are stronger than bronze weapons and are enough to completely replace bronze weapons and stone tools!"

Speaking of the rise, Yao Yun was also excited: "Not only that, many of the farm tools in Xidu should be replaced next year. The stone tools are too backward and affect spring plowing. In this winter, I will order people to build many iron farm tools. In the past, a farmer worked hard day and night and could only cultivate five or six acres of land, but with a large number of iron farm tools, they have the strength to cultivate more land, and there is no problem with more than a dozen acres of land."

"About ten acres of land?"

Wu Tong exclaimed, more excited than before.

“That’s right!”

Yao Yun said very confidently that one acre of land in this world is about the same as his previous life, about 660 square meters. He had been in the countryside before. Before mechanization, a labor force could cultivate up to fifteen acres of land, and a family per capita farmed about ten acres of land, which was doubled compared to this era when tools were scarce.

Yao Yun understood why Wu Tong was so excited. The world is vast and sparsely populated. In fact, there is a lot of land. The only thing that lacks is labor. Large areas of wasteland can be reclaimed. But why farmers don’t reclaim it? The reason is that they have the will but lack the ability!

Before the advanced farm tools, a farmer worked hard from dawn to dark, working hard to cultivate. Their limit was only five or six acres of land. However, with iron plows, iron hoes and other farm tools, they would be easier to cultivate and naturally they could plant more land.

You can cultivate more land and harvest more food in the coming year...

Wu Tong's eyes were slightly red. The human race walked out of the great wilderness, from eating raw meat and drinking blood to walking out of the wilderness, slashing and burning, and struggling all the way, forcing a world that belonged to the human race. The ancestors learned to use tools, from stone tools to bronze tools, every new discovery made the human race look very new.

From eating raw meat and drinking blood, not eating enough to slashing and burning, the rise of the capital, every step is soaked in the blood and hard work of the ancestors. Now, with the birth of iron tools, a new era seems to be about to begin...

In a trance, Wu Tong couldn't help crying. The tears flowed on his weather-beaten old face seemed to be like a river crisscrossing mountains and rivers, and the square ravines on his old face seemed to have become a microcosm of this world.
Chapter completed!