Mountain Wild Clouds

Chapter 118 Life is getting better and better
In the afternoon, the molten iron flowing out of the mud tank became less and less.

Yun Buliu didn't care about these anymore, but pulled out the charcoal burning in the kiln from another side door, and threw it into the pit for sand burial.

After all the charcoal fire was pulled out of the kiln, Yunbuliu splashed out the remaining broken charcoal with water, and he stopped pouring water when the temperature in the kiln dropped.

Sweaty and busy all day, finally get this kiln charcoal.

But in comparison, the white charcoal obtained is at least half less than the estimated one.

It's just that the ironmaking is successful, and it doesn't matter if the white charcoal is lost due to the long time of charcoal making.Especially looking at the dozens of clay and wooden models that had cooled down, his heart couldn't help but feel hot... There are iron tools that can be used!
Finally, you can use an iron kitchen knife, you can use a hammer, you can have an iron cauldron...

The more I think about it, the happier Yun Buliu is, and I feel that life is getting better and better.

He couldn't help but ran to smash these clay molds, and took out the iron tools inside.

Kitchen knives, shovels, hatchets, hog knives, hoes, large shovels, iron rakes, axes, hammers, iron spearheads, large iron ingots, iron brazing, pliers...

There are also iron bars more than half a meter long, there are fifty or sixty in total, which is enough for him to make some iron tools he wants to make.Of course, he still needs to explore the blacksmithing technique by himself.

Of course, there is also the most important big iron pot in his opinion.

It's just that these are just rough embryos and need to be further processed and polished by him, such as the three knives and axes, and twenty [-] cm long iron spearheads.

All of these need to be sharpened by him before they can be used.

And next to the big iron pot, there are also some hanging thorns left after the molten iron has cooled, and he needs to slowly polish them to round them.

In addition, those tools also required him to make some wooden handles.

He put away the rough tools and iron bars, took them back to the small bamboo building, and prepared to go back and work slowly.

Then, he dug out the cooled white charcoal from the mud pit, put it in baskets, and put it in the cave.A lot of white charcoal has been placed in the cave, enough for him to use for a long time.

As for the black charcoal that he splashed with water, he pulled it out of the charcoal kiln with a wooden hoe, and prepared to dry it before putting it into baskets.

The black charcoal can be used to boil tea in a small yellow mud charcoal stove, or stew a small stew.

As for the waste rock residue left after iron smelting, he pulled it out and dumped it on the open space in front of the small bamboo building.These debris can reduce the muddyness of the open space on rainy days.

After finishing all this, the sky was getting dark, and the smell of meat and wild vegetables wafted from the stone pot.

In his greeting, the little tiger cub and the little furball soon appeared in front of him.

As for Xiaobai, he still hasn't come back, and he doesn't know what he's doing under the lake!
Unfortunately, he didn't dare to go down to see what happened.If he saw a super giant snake watching him quietly at the bottom of the lake when he got off the lake... Just imagine this picture, and he couldn't help shivering.

That picture is too horrifying, too scary!

Therefore, he didn't care what Xiaobai was doing in the lake.

This kind of thing should never be curious.

It was night, the moon was hidden and the stars were sinking, the surroundings were pitch black, there were no clouds and no torches were lit.

He suppressed the excitement after getting the iron, and continued to meditate on the balcony, using the method of appearance to feel the ubiquitous, free and agile wind between heaven and earth.

Imagining these winds, he lifted his body up and traveled around the world.

Of course, this is just his own imagination, and it is his spirit that really travels the world.

At some point, Xiaobai got out of the lake and swam quietly to the small bamboo building. His fat belly looked bulging, he didn't know what he ate, and his movements became a little slow.

When it swam to the edge of the terrace, it couldn't wrap itself around the bamboo stake. After wrapping twice, it fell down halfway through the loop.

Yun Buliu, whose mind was wandering with the wind, found it came back, sobered up, and then ran to the edge of the terrace to squat and watch it move.

He was also speechless when he saw that it couldn't swim back to the terrace because it was too full.

Finally, I had to jump down, picked it up, and put it on the edge of the terrace.

"What did your parents eat for you? The little belly is swollen like this!"

Looking at its bulging belly, it really doesn't look like an animal.

He had no choice but to pick it up again and send it back to the bamboo building.

After being sent back upstairs, it nestled on his animal skin bamboo bed and remained motionless.

Seeing this, Yun Buliu couldn't help laughing and shook his head.

Silent all night.

When I woke up the next morning, the sky finally became gray.

Seeing that it might rain today, he stopped watering the bean and millet seedlings.

Looking at the thriving crops, Yun Buliu's mood was not much different from those of the old farmers he had seen in his old home, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help grinning.

This is something he could never have imagined.

In the past, how could he have thought that one day he would farm like the older generation?

In order not to have to go back to the ravine to farm, he worked hard towards the city, gritted his teeth no matter how hard or tired he was.In fact, there are many young people like him who have gone out of the countryside. They can't compare with the people in the city, and they can't compare. They can only work harder and harder than others.

Although the effect of working hard may not be much better, but if you don't work hard, you really don't have the slightest chance.

Because such a beautiful thing as dismantling the second generation will never fall on their heads.

But who would have thought that he would actually come to such a world, where even these rice seeds and bean seeds were found after traveling thousands of miles away.

It is simply unimaginable that this is such a primitive and barbaric world!

After feeling a lot of emotion, he ran to wash up, and then prepared to cook wild vegetable broth.

After that, he started to play Tai Chi in that open space again.

He is still not afraid of death and uses his thoughts to gather those yin and yang energies around his body, somewhat like a kind of stupid energy that he knows that there are tigers in the mountains and prefers to walk in the mountains.

But the yin and yang energy circulating around him can bring him a different feeling.

The first is the pressure on the body, as if a shackle was added to his body, which made his body a little heavy when he practiced this Tai Chi.

In this case, the effect of exercise is actually very good.

Secondly, he needs to be familiar with these two energies, because these two energies can derive the power of thunder, which is definitely a good thing for him.

He can't just give up these two energies and not use them just because he is afraid that these two energies may cause harm to him, that is a sign of cowardice.

If he really didn't dare to touch these two energies because he was afraid, then he would really have to live in this mountain and wait to die for the rest of his life.

Although he doesn't mind eating and waiting to die, he wants to know the mysteries of these practices more.

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(End of this chapter)