I Became The Chief of A Primitive Village

“Let’s make weapon molds,” Su Bai said, looking down to search for materials.

“Weapon molds?” Yan Hua did not seem to quite understand.

“You’ll see in a moment.” Su Bai found a completely dry wooden board and began carving patterns on it. He wanted to carve a spearhead mold on the board, so they could simply pour the melted iron into it.

This way, they would not need to wait for the iron to cool and then have someone forge it, which would be troublesome.

Moreover, the Tribe’s people were unfamiliar with iron, let alone forging iron weapons.

Though Shan Qiu surely knew a thing or two, given his experience at making stone and bone knives, it was better not to waste such precious iron.

*Clang clang clang…* Minutes later, Su Bai had carved several patterns on the board – spearheads, arrowheads, and dagger shapes.

He blew away the wood shavings and said, “Done. This will do for now.”

“Shaman, these are the molds?” Yan Hua recognized the patterns as weapons they normally used.