We made you the chief, and now you've become the world's chief?

Chapter 169 A Different Kind of Sense of Achievement

After finishing their meal, everyone surprisingly and consciously prepared to continue pouring concrete.

Xia Minghao saw that everyone's bellies were round from eating and quickly stopped them.

They're already having trouble moving around after eating; I hope they don't mess things up.

Moreover, the efficiency was quite high in just one morning.

The city wall is already more than half finished, and it is estimated that it will be completely completed within one day today.

"You all go drink water from the stream first, and we'll start working when I come back up."

After speaking to everyone, Xia Minghao stepped down from the platform and went to his experimental concrete.

At this point, scratching with your finger will leave no trace.

After about six hours, the final setting was complete. All that's left is to keep the plant moist by watering it every day until it is completely hardened in a month.

In fact, the concrete used for this experiment had already lost its value at this point, and Xia Minghao decided to use it for one last experiment.

Let's see what level of strength it can achieve after final setting.

Picking up the stone hammer originally used to compact the foundation, Xia Minghao used all his strength to smash the concrete with it.

With a loud bang, I felt a huge shock in my hand, but the concrete, after it had finally set, did not completely shatter!
If concrete can't withstand a single hammer blow, and you're complacent just because it didn't completely crumble, then Xia Minghao must be out of his mind.

But this is in the case where final solidification has just been completed, or has not yet been completed.

The strength of concrete that has just completed its final setting is vastly different from the strength of concrete that has been fully hardened, which is after a month of curing.

The difference can be as much as fifty or even a hundred times.

I used quite a bit of force just now. Although I used a stone hammer instead of a more powerful iron hammer, the fact that it withstood that blow means that the concrete's strength, even if it doesn't reach the level of modern C15 concrete, is close.

This surprised Xia Minghao quite a bit; he never expected that he would unintentionally create concrete of this strength in this primitive era.

If we have the capacity to conduct experiments on concrete later, it may even be possible to produce concrete exceeding C30.

Thinking of this, Xia Minghao suddenly recalled that he had heard in his "Introduction to Civil Engineering" class that the Romans used volcanic mud to make concrete with a strength exceeding C30.

The volcano is right there. If we can get enough volcanic mud, and do some research, Xia Minghao is fully confident that he can make it.

If it can reach this strength, then it can not only be used to build city walls, but can also be used as the load-bearing structure of the main building.

If we could develop even higher concrete, we could build an impregnable fortress.

In a massive explosion that once occurred in Hiroshima, a bank located 380 meters from the blast center used C60 concrete. It not only withstood the shockwave, but its main structure was also preserved.

If we could also produce C60 concrete, even if this world had the power of totems, could it still be better than a nuclear bomb?

Furthermore, if high-strength concrete were available, the material problem for constructing water conservancy projects, which Xia Minghao had previously considered, would also be solved.

For example, the Three Gorges Dam project used C100 concrete, as did the Yarlung Tsangpo River project, which I learned was under construction before the crossing and which made the Indians frown.

With C100 concrete, when we build a dam on a major river, we won't have to worry about the "Mother River" overflowing with maternal love all the time.

Putting down the stone hammer and sitting on the wooden stool beside him, Xia Minghao looked at the shattered concrete, his mind filled with thoughts.

It was at this moment that Xia Minghao realized the new needs of his Xia tribe.

We have already freed the Xia tribe people from the labor of obtaining food, and now it is time to free them from heavy physical labor!

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As dusk approached and the sun set, its afterglow could no longer reach the terrace.

Because the city wall has completely enclosed the plateau, only the north side has a gap leading down to the plateau.

They are just waiting to have a majestic and massive city gate installed.

At that moment, Mu Ling's voice rang out.

"Chief! This is so hard."

"Hey, don't touch it, it won't get hard if you touch it!"

Seeing this, Xia Minghao quickly spoke up, and Mu Ling hurriedly withdrew her small hand, like a child who had done something wrong, not daring to look at Xia Minghao.

Mu Ling arrived in the afternoon and chatted for a long time without clearly explaining why she came. Xia Minghao probably just wanted to come and have some fun, since the plateau is close to the ancient riverbed.

Although Mu Ling hesitated and didn't explain the reason clearly, Xia Minghao didn't dwell on it and simply let her stay.

"Chief, did it harden because of the stones and cement?"

The others stared blankly at the fruits of their labor, while a few snapped out of their daze and began to think actively.

Xia Minghao always encouraged thoughtful people, and nodded to the person who asked the question.

Then, as if suddenly remembering something, he spoke loudly to the crowd.

"They will get harder, harder every day."

"But it's not just because they have cement and stone."

Upon hearing the chief's words, everyone stopped looking at the wall and turned to look at Xia Minghao.

Some people looked on with curiosity, because in their memory there was only cement and stones of various sizes. Could there be something else?

"And then there's your sweat... uh, no, and your strength. You've left your strength inside, which is why it's harder than a rock."

Xia Minghao changed his mind halfway through his sentence.

The real fear is that these primitive people might actually interpret it as sweat and squeeze their sweat into it, which would be disastrous.

It's better to put it more bluntly.

"We actually put all our effort into this?!"

"That's right, this is your strength, left inside. You did all of this."

"You have built the city walls, which will ensure the safety of your families and children, and the safety of the Xia tribe. Everyone will thank you!"

These words seemed to have touched something, and everyone suddenly felt a feeling they had never experienced before.

A sense of accomplishment, but more accurately, a sense of accomplishment that transcends the individual.

This is a sense of self-fulfillment, a feeling that shouldn't exist in primitive times, yet it has emerged under the guidance of concrete that transcends time, and this man who stands among the crowd, a figure from a bygone era...

Mu Ling, who was listening intently, couldn't wait to speak up.

"Chief, I want to too. I want the Xia tribe to be safe because of me." "You want to too?"

Unexpectedly, Mu Ling was the first to speak. Seeing that she had changed from being skin and bones to being slender and thin, and with an anxious expression on her face, Xia Minghao smiled.

"Your greatest contribution is raising the rabbits well."

Only then did Xia Minghao realize the effect of his words, so he decided to delve deeper into the matter.

“You raise rabbits, they build city walls, everyone is contributing to the Xia tribe.”

"You have walls and are safe because of him, and he has rabbits to eat because of you."

"One for all, and all for one!"

Simple words often have the most power to strike a chord; even in primitive languages, these eight words remain concise.

Thinking back to what was just said, everyone seemed to understand the meaning of this sentence a little, but they were still confused.

You can only get started with something like this; you can't force people to understand it.

Just like planting a seed, you can't expect it to bloom in the blink of an eye.

Xia Minghao didn't plan to do that. All he needed to do was confirm that the seed was the right one, and then ensure the soil and sunlight were adequate. He would just wait for it to slowly grow in people's hearts.

Everyone dragged their tired bodies down the platform, and only then did they feel the brightness of the sunset.

Mu Ling had wanted to say something earlier, but he kept looking hesitant.

Only then did he muster the courage to approach Xia Minghao, who was about to return to Hebian Village, and say something.

"Chief, I've been taking good care of those little rabbits, and today another big rabbit came."

"Oh?"

Xia Minghao had assumed Mu Ling was there to report on the rabbit farming industry, but he was exhausted after a long day and just wanted to go back to sleep and get through the matter.

But I never expected such a pleasant surprise.

I reckon it was the mate of the big rabbit I had caught that had just walked right into my trap.

"Okay, please let me know about these kinds of messages promptly in the future."

Xia Minghao said with satisfaction, then stepped onto the stirrups and turned to leave.

"Eh?!"

"I...I haven't finished speaking yet."

Mu Ling originally wanted to talk about what she saw the two rabbits do this morning.

One was perched on top of the other, moving around rapidly.

At this moment, Mu Ling used the power of totem to sense the emotions of the two rabbits, and then a wonderful feeling entered his mind.

Originally, Mu Ling wanted to ask the omniscient chief why...

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"Chief, these are the things on the big ship."

Upon seeing the piles of stuff, Xia Minghao realized that it was impossible for him to go to sleep quickly.

We still need to process all the goods that were transported from Salt Spring Mountain and Insect Valley.

"Painted Face, come with me."

After Gelipa finished explaining the arrangements for the goods, Xia Minghao called over Hua Lian.

When Xia Minghao saw Hua Lian, who had just finished eating, walk over, he pointed to Zhan Lu behind him.

The painted-face man understood and summoned the war deer.

When he saw what was wrapped in nettle cloth, he almost fell off the war deer again.

A strange bronze head sits atop a straight wooden pole.

It reflected a strong golden light under the firelight.

"Chief, what is this?"

"This is called a halberd!"

“Come on, try it. You ride on the deer and swing as you were trained before.”

Xia Minghao handed the halberd to the painted-face man and gave the order.

Feeling the weight, which was completely different from the wooden spear, Hua Lian quickly got used to it.

Xia Minghao watched the painted-face figure wield the bronze halberd on the war deer and felt quite satisfied.

The halberd was the standard equipment for the deer cavalry that Xia Minghao chose after careful consideration, replacing the spear he had previously selected.

Considering the combat scenario, it is not only necessary to have the ability to thrust during a charge, but also to have the ability to slash.

After some modifications, the halberd I made can be considered the best weapon.

In the hands of the painted-face man, the halberd became increasingly skillful, and his handling of it could even be described as swift and powerful.

This also attracted other deer riders, who, upon seeing this, all came over regardless of whether they had eaten their fill or not.

Seeing the envy in the eyes of this group of people looking at the painted-face man, and the urgency in their eyes as they looked at the remaining bronze halberd.

Xia Minghao didn't keep them in suspense and immediately handed out a hand to each of them.

Now everyone was satisfied, and they all mounted their own great antlered deer and began training on their own.

After the initial excitement subsided, everyone remembered what the chief had said to the Great Lakes tribe.

With such good stuff, and the fact that they wouldn't fall off riding on the great stag, they were all confident, just as the chief had said, that they could kill ten hairy people!

"Alright, put the bronze halberd back. Tomorrow, we'll head back to the Great Lake!"

At Xia Minghao's command, the deer cavalry, who had been trained to obey, dared not slack off and put their halberds back. Their reluctance to part with the bronze halberds turned into anticipation after hearing the chieftain's words.

I'm finally going back, and I'm going to kill ten hairy people to show my father and mother!
Xia Minghao, however, was not as excited as they were; in fact, he seemed somewhat worried.

It's not just the Mao people, but also the heart of that great lake, and the suspected totem tribe upstream. I wonder how much the shaman I met before knows.

(End of this chapter)