Apocalyptic Dark Age

A refreshed Gao Feng walked out of the door and arrived at the square outside. He did not eat the pink moon. He could never pass the test of becoming a stepfather in his heart, but he was not too honest. Since he was naked and let the pink moon wash it, the hair on his hands It also took a lot of advantage, which felt very good and put Gao Feng in a good mood.

There were already many people waiting in the square. Fenyue was standing in the front row. On the ground between them, pairs of rusty scraps of metal were piled up haphazardly. These were the entire tribe. The steel found in the.

This pile of rotten iron heads weighs almost a ton. They are all useless bits and pieces. Some are slightly thinner parts. Only a few pieces in the middle are rusted. They are also wrapped in some solidified stones and are difficult to separate from the middle. came out, but Gao Feng was satisfied, as long as there was iron.

In addition to Fenyue being the management appointed by Gao Feng himself, the pro-slaves also spontaneously elected their own representatives. The male representative is the oldest guy. He has a big frame and a thin body, but he stands very steadily and his eyes are sharp. Very determined, Gao Feng saw at this moment that this man was a tribal warrior. There was a black scar rolling around his neck, indicating that he had also been a strong man who had been through life and death.

"I am Taro, the disabled warrior of the original Bam tribe. I was chosen as the temporary leader by the slaves. If you have better personnel, you can replace me at any time..."

This outdated tribal warrior was quite humble. He took the initiative to introduce himself without waiting for Gao Feng to speak. There was a murderous aura in his words that only warriors could understand. It was not directed at Gao Feng, but radiated naturally. He was also born in Gao Feng. I immediately felt good about this person. People of the same kind are the best to communicate with.

"Are all the iron tools that can be found here?" Gao Feng put his hands behind his back and looked back and forth at the pile of iron lumps in front of him. Fengyue looked at Taro involuntarily, and Taro rubbed his hands in embarrassment and said:

"Everything that can be found in the tribe is here, but we know that there are still many in the ruins in the wilderness. This requires time and manpower..."

Before he finished speaking, his eyes popped out, and he and the others looked at the continuously disintegrating and collapsing steel in surprise. These things that were more like steel than rust were as if they had been thrown into strong sulfuric acid and were rapidly melting. , some of the steel bars embedded in the stone disappeared one after another, leaving only the lump-like stone.

People with sharp eyes noticed the difference first. In front of the peak, countless tiny particles were gathering. The particles were like dark fog, suspended and stretching, changing shapes. The stern face of the peak stared at the thick fog in front of him. After a piece of white metal the size of a peanut appeared, Gao Feng's brows relaxed a lot.

Just under the eyes of this group of people, a slender piece of steel that was as soft as a noodle twisted and appeared. As the size increased, it slowly fell to the ground.

After landing, it still did not stop deforming, forming a twisted steel body. This weird thing had a half-curved handle, a cantilever like a recurve bow, and a sharp shovel underneath. It looked like a weapon, but I didn't know it. No matter how it is operated, even a sharp shovel cannot kill people because the angle is wrong. It is not as effective as hitting people with a cantilever like a recurve bow.

This is the first time that Gao Feng has always focused on shaping steel. He has tried to purify steel before and forge what he wants, but his ability is limited and he has never been able to succeed. Unexpectedly, after he became Xianfeng Jialuo , unexpectedly succeeded in one fell swoop.

What other people in front of me didn't recognize was Gao Feng's breaking point, the iron plow. The shape of this iron plow was a little bigger than in the previous life. Unfortunately, Gao Feng never came into contact with it in person in his previous life. At most, he was just curious about it in the photo. It weighed one ton. Half of the scrap iron was used in this iron plow, and at least 60% of it turned into useless rust, but Gao Feng was not satisfied. An iron plow could not change any problems.

Folding his arms and touching his chin, Gao Feng pondered for a long time, then suddenly snapped his fingers, and the remaining steel was shaped again. Not long after, a plow appeared. It was just a plow, without a handshake or a recurve cantilever. The materials are only less than one-third of the previous ones.

This time Gao Feng's brows relaxed, and he once again shaped a plowshare and a set of carpentry tools, making Taro and others look at the absurd scene in front of them as if they had seen a ghost.

"You continue to send people to look for iron tools, as much as you want, and find people to make them out of wood according to the shape of this thing..."

Gao Feng stroked the plow he made and said with emotion. A little excitement surged in his heart. He finally understood his abilities. His abilities were not born for killing, but for creation. Although He suffered some disadvantages during the battle, but in terms of construction, compared with the 3D printers in his previous life, it was simply the best tool for cheating.

No one can figure out why Gao Feng doesn't enjoy women and delicious food in a gorgeous big room, why he doesn't keep a straight face all day long and maintain his dignity like other asylum seekers, but instead carries strange utensils and drives a donkey. Big and small hornets go to the fields?

Pink Moon has always been by Gao Feng's side, considering herself to be Gao Feng's confidant, while Taro frowned and looked at the plow on Gao Feng's shoulder, frowning and thinking hard, guessing the use of this weird thing.

Gao Feng was so busy that he used hemp rope to connect the iron plow and the hornbeam. When he arrived at a piece of land that had not yet been cultivated, he saw him insert the iron plow deeply into the hard soil and let out a loud shout. He had been waiting for a long time. The pink moon held the rope on Jiao Mi's nose and drove Jiao Mi forward.

Jiaomi's strength was not small, and he quickly pulled the rope connected to the iron plow straight, making many people whisper in surprise.

Gao Feng held the handle with both hands and stared at Jiao Mi's limbs. He knew that success or failure depended on this. If they could succeed, they would have formally mastered relatively advanced productivity. Once productivity could ensure self-sufficiency in food, the rise of civilization would not be possible. It would be too far,

With shouts and shouts, the plow pulled the rope that bound it and kept stepping in place. Not just any animal can plow the land. It must have strength and obey training. Under the crowd's watch, the iron plow remained motionless. , which made them all anxious, and many people took the initiative to ask for replacements and let them do it themselves.

But Gao Feng was unmoved and just drove Jiao Mi away. He knew that Jiao Mi was not unable to pull, but was unwilling to pull due to the resistance behind him.

Gao Feng had never interacted with animals in his life. The only time he had ever been with an animal was when he was riding Ya La La and running wildly in the wilderness. Ya La La was naturally intelligent and did not need much strength to lead, as long as he could suppress it in terms of momentum. Just surrender to the strong Yalala.

But the hornet is different. The hornet looks like a big dog with two extra horns. It eats grass. The hornet that pulls the plow is carefully selected from hundreds of hornets. It has a tall figure. Tall and with strong limbs, a girl with a lighter weight could ride on him, but Gao Feng just couldn't find a way to let him go.

In order to please Gao Feng, Fen Yue had given up everything. In the strange eyes of countless people, she gritted her teeth and pulled Jiao Mi's long horns hard. She was extremely anxious, but Jiao Mi remained motionless and lowered her head to resist Fen Yue. little hands.

Every effort failed. This was no longer a matter of pulling the plow, but a struggle between Fenyue and Jiao Mi. Fen Yue grabbed the two long horns with both hands and tried her best to fall backwards. Jiao Mi lowered her head and tightened her body. , instead of showing a forward trend, it keeps going backwards.

If Gao Feng hadn't been present, these slaves would have burst into laughter. In the boring wilderness, there were too few entertainment programs, and it was rare to see a good show. They had forgotten the efficacy of the weird iron plow, and just watched the pink moon and Interactions between hornbills.

Gao Feng rarely took action since he became Xianfeng Jialuo, but this time he also got angry and wanted to chop up the disobedient hornet and cook it into broth. He threw away the handle suddenly and took a few steps. He walked up and kicked Jiao Mi in the butt.

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