"Four sheep horn chisels, ten saws, five mallets, three iron knives."
The sheep horn chisel for mining, saws for logging, mallets for forging tools and building houses, iron knives for daily cutting of Cold Beasts. The four tools laid out before him, Xia Hong's eyes immediately flashed with a hint of brightness.
Previously, when he first used the polishing stone to forge tools, he had thought of making some practical tools for the camp. The problem was the limited iron ore, so he could only prioritize weapons.
Iron tools may seem like trivial things, but using them is not easy; let alone making them common, which is even more difficult.
Rogel Camp has had mining capabilities for more than a decade, yet there are only these twenty or so small tools, which already say a lot.
Next to the pile of twenty or so small tools was a neat stack of 3000 pounds of iron ore and 4500 pounds of coal stone. After contemplating for a moment, Xia Hong turned to Xia Chuan and spoke:
