"Why is this hammer so big?" Yang Heng began to dizzy as he looked at the hammer in front of him. He didn't seem to have used such a big hammer in his memory.

"What are you doing? You haven't gone to get your hammer. Remember, hold both." My father held a small hammer, a pair of iron pliers, and some iron blocks shouting at Yang Heng.

Oh, it turns out that this big hammer is not my own. Fortunately, I turned around a barrier and found the hammer I used. These were two identical hammers, black hammers, with wooden stick handles that were nearly one meter long.

"Hey," Yang Heng bent down to pick up the hammer, "Oh." Yang Heng screamed in secret. He actually used his strength less. It was obvious that the hammer was a little similar to the large hammer with a size of more than 20 pounds in later generations. It was just a little darker in color, but he didn't pick it up.

However, the origin of these two iron hammers immediately appeared in his mind. It is said that these iron hammers were made by his ancestors with hard work from meteorites from the sky. After the hammer was built, they could not find a suitable wooden handle. After several years, they found a small tree in a certain island country. They used this small tree to make two hammers, and since then, there has been no such tree again. What a magical story, just like a myth, but the hammer is really heavy. The huge iron hammer I saw before was made by my father himself. These two hammers were also only used after Yang Heng was eight years old. When he was ten years old, he could use them with both hands and hands. The father and mother's strength was smaller than Yang Heng, and he could only pick up the two hammers.

"Hey." Yang Heng bent down and encouraged, and two hammers were steadily grasped in his hands. However, with such a heavy hammer, Yang Heng could only wave more than a thousand times with each hand.

"Boy, why did you come in? Dad has been waiting for you for a long time. Look, you haven't even worn the armor well, hurry up." At this time, Yang Heng discovered that his father and mother were surrounded by an apron with unknown animal skin, which was full of scalded holes, and even a piece of skin around his face. There were two holes on the skin on his face in the eyes to see the matter, and the other holes were burned out. My mother had burned the stove so brightly. My mother pulled the huge bellows and burned the flames all blue. The iron block inside had begun to turn red. My father stood in front of the huge anvil with iron pliers in one hand and a small hammer in the other, and a posture of preparing to start work. Next to him was a large cylinder, with water in the cylinder full of water.

Yang Heng quickly wore a protective leather skirt on the side, and also wore a leather mask on his face.

"Okay, let's start." "Okay," Dad picked up a piece of iron, "Come on, I'll take it, you'll knock out the shape of the knife first."

"Puff." "You are gentler and forget the strength." When Yang Heng knocked down the iron hammer, he directly beat the iron in half, but still did not use the strength well. In his memory, there were many ways to use force, and sparks were sparks. Judging from the size of the spark, the strength, fortunately there was protection, otherwise he would not know how deep it could be in the flesh. No wonder such high protection also burned some scars on his face.

"Okay, Grandpa, I haven't done it for a long time, I haven't been holding on for a while, so I'll keep it." "Okay, let's not be like this anymore." Dad threw the broken iron block back into the stove, and then picked up another piece, "I'll keep it this time, you should have counted some force." "Well, I have counted and counted, use two force first."

"Dangdangdangdangdangdang" As the iron pliers were turned over in my father's hand, a long piece of iron slowly appeared, "Okay, be careful now, I'm going to cut this piece of iron." As he said that, my father picked up a knife-shaped piece of iron on the side, clamped it with another piece of pliers, and placed it on the just-made piece of iron.

Yang Heng followed his father's gesture and knocked the hammer down. Soon, the prototype of a machete came out. "Now, use a little force to think carefully and keep up with me." The father clamped the knife embryo with one hand and the small hammer with the other, guiding Yang Heng to start fighting.

This time the construction is different from last time. This time, the sparks are more wider. The front is flying flat, so they can only splash on the body. Now, because there are some inclines, the surfaces of the hammer and the anvil are not flat. In this way, some sparks will be splashed unevenly. Only then did Yang Heng know why everyone's face is Mama Lulu. He hits it with an angle, and continues to hit it, the blade, the back, the tip, and the handle.

Needless to say, my father's skills are really nothing, and Yang Heng also controlled the control well. Each hammer hit the right place, and a steel knife slowly appeared in front of him. It was very flat and had some patterns.

"Okay," the father shouted, and then threw the knife embryo in his hand into the furnace. The place he threw this time was different from when burning iron blocks. After burning this time, he needed to dip the fire, that is, put the iron on it and put it on steel.

"Swish" Dad took the newly-built steel knife and started the process of dipping the fire. Yang Heng had time to observe the situation in the furnace. This was a furnace that used charcoal as fuel. Yang Heng didn't understand whether charcoal was good or not. But looking at the blue light of the flame, you can tell that the temperature of the flame was very high. Why was the flame so high? Yang Heng probably related to the design of the furnace. Otherwise, it would be really difficult to make steel with charcoal. It is probably something passed down by my ancestors. But Yang Heng really guessed it was really passed down by the ancestors, but this was passed down by the blacksmith who took the ancestors away.

"Well, it's not bad. How did the kid come up with this kind of knife shape? Did you hear it from the scholar? It's promising, come on, the next one, boy, do you still have the strength?" "Yes, let's start."

After four knives were finished, Yang Heng began to breathe slightly. You know, he had more than 300 hammers in his arms. His body was just intact and it was impossible for him to really recover.

"How about it, boy, can you continue?" My father's life was easy, but he had to have good eyesight to find the uneven spot on the red iron block, and let Yang Heng flatten it. "How about it, boy, can you continue?"

"Yes, what's next?" "The axe, the remaining difficulty is much smaller." Then two axes weighing more than ten pounds were created. My father was able to find them based on his personal strength and could find them. No matter how powerful he could use them, it would be a bit heavy for others to use them. There was still not much iron left. There were still many things to be built next.
Chapter completed!