Gong Liang looked at the stalls in front of him filled with various stone tools.
When he arrived in the wilderness, he discovered that there were very few weapons and utensils made of iron among various tribes. Most of them were bone tools made from the bones of wild animals, stone tools ground from stones, and wooden tools made of hard wood. In addition, there were also
There are a relatively small number of bamboo, rattan, and the like. But sometimes, these things are even harder than iron.
The Ten Thousand Forged Steel Spirits that Gong Liang worked so hard to create in his own hands used to stab ferocious beasts to death and birds to death when he was in the Yan Department.
But in the wilderness, spears made of ten thousand forged steel are useless against more powerful wild beasts.
Just like yesterday, when the ten thousand forged steel spear pierced the yellow ant that was as big as a fat pig, the spearhead broke instantly.
It can be seen that in fact, the hardness of bone tools is not worse than that of ten thousand forged steel, or even worse.
As for the stone tools, he didn't know.
Because the stone tools he had used in Yanbu before were very poor, and they could not be said to be of any material.
Gong Liang picked up the long stick-shaped stone with round fingers and looked at it. He found that this thing could not be said to be a pure stone, but a silica fossil. The outside was wrapped by a thick layer of white stone, but the inside was silicified into something like jasper.
He held the luminous pearl and placed it on the long stick-shaped stone to shine it. Through the pearl light, he could clearly see the crystal green light emitted by the jasper-like jade inside, which was so transparent and bright.
This thing is good, even if it is not a treasure, the single-wheel material is still at the gem level.
After looking at it, he put down the things and asked the old man setting up the stall: "Old man, how do you change this stone?"
"What do you have?" the old man asked gruffly.
This old man is obviously a member of the Xuanxia tribe. He looks like a human-shaped Xuanxiao. It's not that he is a human, but he looks similar.
After hearing what the old man said, Gongliang took out some pickled wild beast meat from his treasure bag and asked the old man to taste it.
The old man was not polite, he directly grabbed a piece of wild beast meat and bit it, chewed a few times, nodded and said: "Well, the wild beast meat tastes good, I didn't expect that this kind of salt can be used to make such delicious food. This is it.
If you can tell me how to make this thing, you can also pick a few things from me to take away."
When Gongliang heard what he said, he couldn't help but look at the stall.
Yuan Gungun stood aside and looked at the treasure he had found with his head tilted. The more he looked at it, the more curious he became, so he walked over, stood up, and stretched out his hands to pick up the long stick-shaped stone.
But the weight of the long stick-shaped stone was far beyond its imagination. Within a few seconds, it was crushed to the ground by the long stick-shaped stone.
"Oops, ouch"
Yuan Gungun was pressed so hard that he couldn't breathe. He screamed "ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch."
Said: Gongliang, help me! This thing is going to crush me to death!
Although Mi Gu occasionally bullies Yuan Gungun, he is still very loyal at critical moments.
Seeing it being pressed to the ground by a long stick-shaped stone, I quickly flew over, stood on the ground, grabbed one end of the long stick-shaped stone, and lifted it up with all my strength.
The little guy was very strong, and the long stick-shaped stone was slowly lifted up.
Yuan Gungun took this opportunity and hurriedly got out from under the gap. He was so moved that he shouted to Mi Gu: "Mi Gu, we will be good friends from now on."
"Yeah," Mi Gu nodded, wagging his tail excitedly, put down the long stick-shaped stone, and flew up to Gong Liang with a bang and said, "Daddy, daddy, Ou and Gungun will be good friends from now on!"
Gong Liang felt as if a bunch of black crows were flying over his head. These two guys must have set the standard of a good friend too low!
Seeing that Yuan Gungun was fine, he moved his eyes to the old man's stall again. The stall was full of stone tools, either stone axes or spears, but also stone knives, stone sticks, stone bowls and the like.
If Yuan Gungun hadn't said that these stone tools were treasures, he would really have looked down upon these stone tools.
The old man seemed to sense his doubts, biting into the wild beast meat and said with disdain: "Don't think these things are useless, these are much harder than anything you have ever seen."
Gong Liang thought to himself: This old man blew up so much that all the cattle on the ground were blown up to the sky.
After thinking for a moment, he rolled his eyes and decided to make a joke with him. So he took out a spear from his treasure bag and said, "Old man, if you can use those stone tools to chop my spear
Duan, not only will I tell you how to pickle wild beast meat, but I will also give you ten jars of Wanguo wine from the Hairy Man Department."
"Wanguo wine from the Hairy People's Department? I haven't had it for a long time." The old man said fondly.
Gong Liang raised his eyebrows when he heard this. This old man seemed to have convinced him. He didn't believe that there was any stone in this world that could be stronger than his spear made of ten thousand forged steel?
The old man didn't say anything. He slowly stood up from where he was sitting and took out an object from under his buttocks. It looked like a stone axe. It had a rough and weird appearance and was jet black, as if it were naturally formed.
The stone ax was very heavy, so the old man dragged it on the ground and slowly walked to Gong Liang step by step. Then he pointed the ax blade upward and said to Gong Liang: "This thing is too heavy to be carried, so I just put it here. Young man, take yours."
Hit it with a spear and see."
"I'll try."
Gongliang grabbed the strange stone axe, and it was indeed very heavy.
"Aha"
Gong Liang secretly shouted, exerted a little force, and the stone ax immediately rose from the ground.
The old man looked at it, nodded and said: "Yes, young people are very strong. Come on, try cutting your spear."
Gongliang followed his words, holding a stone ax and struck at the spear made of ten thousand forged steel. The force was not very heavy, anyway, it was very casual. But he didn't expect that there was not even a sound, and the spear made of ten thousand forged steel just struck.
Being split in half made him dumbfounded.
No, the method he used must be wrong, otherwise how could the stone break the spear made of ten thousand forged steel?
Gongliang quickly put down the stone axe, with the ax blade facing upwards, grabbed the spear that was broken into two pieces and struck the stone axe.
The effect is still the same, no different from before.
The old man looked at him and smiled proudly, "How about it? My stone ax is pretty good! Where's my Wanguo wine?"
Gongliang was angry and threw the spear with his broken hand, but then picked it up again. Although it was broken by the stone axe, the material of the Ten Thousand Forged Steel Essence itself was good, and it might be useful in the future if it was kept.
Willing to admit defeat, he took out 100,000 jars of fruit wine from the fruit space and handed it to the old man, saying, "Old man, I want this stone axe."
"Take it!" The old man waved his hand nonchalantly and reminded: "Remember to tell me your method of pickling wild beast meat."
"I know, old man, I'll tell you in a moment. By the way, old man, do you have anything similar to the stone axe?"
The old man stared at him and said, "Do you think this is a lot of things? This is a good thing that my Xuanxiao tribe dug out from the ground with great difficulty. This is the only one. If it is not useful to the people of my Xuanxiao tribe, how can I give it to you?"
However, there are no big ones. When I dug them out, there were still some bits and pieces. If you want them, they will all be given to you."
The old man walked to the side and pulled out a pile of tattered stones. The material looked similar to a stone axe. But they were all small stones and flakes less than the size of a palm, which were of no use at all.
Gongliang thought for a moment and felt that these could be made into arrows or something, so he asked the old man for them, and then began to teach the old man how to pickle wild beast meat.
Pickling wild beast meat is actually not difficult. As long as you are not a fool, you can understand it just by talking about it.
After finishing speaking, Gong Liang asked curiously: "Old man, do you also have this kind of salt in your tribe?"
"There are so many of them. Many of them come to our Xuanxia tribe to dig for salt," the old man said, pointing to the people setting up stalls around him.
Gong Liang's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he asked, "Can you take me to the place where salt is dug?"
"Okay, I just went to dig some and came back to see if the desolate beast meat pickled in your way tastes the same as the one you pickled. However, if you go to dig it up, you will have to hand over some desolate beast meat."
"No problem, nothing else. I have plenty of wild beast meat."
"That's good." The old man tidied up and walked forward with Gongliang.
Gong Liang turned around and looked at his stall and the people around him, wondering if this old man was not afraid of his things being taken away. But when he thought about it, he felt relieved. In this primitive tribe, there might be some troublemakers and rude people.
But no one would dare to take other people's things casually. Not to mention that the old man himself is a member of the Xuanxia tribe, but the simple folk customs of the Dahuang tribe would not allow him to do such a thing.