"Sir, I've finished the perch for the Beaked Eagle. Take a look." After Wang Yun left, Li Tieshan found Qin Ziwen, carrying several thick branches. In front of Qin Ziwen, he arranged them into an X-shape and stuck them into the sand.
He then secured the intersection of the branches with wire and placed a crossbeam between the two X-shaped supports.
The Beaked Eagle tentatively landed on the crossbeam. Its talons gripped it perfectly. It flapped its wings a few times, then gradually adjusted to the perch's stability.
"Does this have to be stuck in the sand?" Qin Ziwen asked, pointing at the support.
Li Tieshan shook his head. "No. I can forge an iron base for it later. That way, it can be stable without being stuck in the sand."
"Thoughtful of you. How many spearheads have you made?" Qin Ziwen asked.
Li Tieshan quickly replied, "Sir, I hammered out two spearheads today. As soon as I find suitable shafts, I can finish them."
