Chapter 799: Foreseeing the Future? No! This Is a Curse!
“Bang!”
“Bang!”
“Bang!”
Outside the carpenter’s workshop of the Green Sparrow Tribe, sounds of heavy objects striking things rang out from ti to ti.
Shaman, wearing the recently made double-layer vine helt, stood to the side while La held a bronze hamr and struck Shaman’s head repeatedly.
Both the hitter and the one being hit wore excited expressions, clearly enjoying themselves a lot.
Around them, many people gathered to watch, looking at Shaman with the helt being hamred on his head by La with curiosity and envy.
They looked eager, wanting to replace Shaman as the one getting hamred.
These onlookers had heard how La was struck on the head by falling pecans, and with Divine Child’s help, had made a helt which not only protected against pecans but also against hamr strikes—and now they were enthusiastically watching the demonstration.
“Alright, alright.”
Seeing that La had already hit Shaman’s head four or five tis and was about to continue, Han Cheng hurriedly shouted to stop.
Shaman was old, and elderly people have more fragile cerebral blood vessels prone to problems. Although, as a primitive person, the Shaman was healthier than most modern people and less likely to have issues, caution was still necessary.
It was fine for Shaman to experience a few hits to feel the benefits of the double-layer safety helt, but too many hits would be bad.
After all, the hamr strikes would get stronger with each hit going forward.
“I’ll try!”
Just as Shaman was reluctantly about to take off the double-layer helt, Tietou, who had been watching anxiously nearby, rushed forward, grabbed the helt, and put it on his head.
He tied the two ropes under his chin like Shaman did, then called La to hit his head with the hamr.
“Hit harder! It doesn’t hurt at all!”
Tietou was definitely a naturally gifted guy.
Soone who casually banged pecans on his head like a show-off indeed couldn’t be asured by usual standards.
La hit three tis, each ti harder than the last, while Tietou complained that La wasn’t hitting hard enough.
Thinking about Tietou’s habit of banging pecans on his head or headbutting sheep in the tribe, and hearing him complain about the force not being enough, La suddenly had an immature idea…
Since making the hollow double-layer vine helt, La had never struck it with full force.
He wondered how well it would defend against a full-power hit from the bronze hamr.
“Well, I’m going to go all out this ti.”
La, holding the bronze hamr, looked at Tietou and confird.
“Yes, yes!”
Tietou might be afraid of so things, but not this—he was truly fearless.
If a bronze hamr hit his bare head hard enough, it could cause a big bump that would take a long ti to heal; he had tested that himself before, and now he didn’t even want to wear the vine helt.
After getting Tietou’s consent, La didn’t hesitate and brought the hamr down hard on Tietou’s head, wearing the double-layer vine helt.
After the strike, the outer layer of the vine helt dented inward but quickly popped back out, bouncing La’s bronze hamr away.
Tietou’s neck simultaneously shrank and stretched back like a whack-a-mole.
“Stop hitting!”
Han Cheng was asking Shaman how he felt and wasn’t paying much attention to the conversation between La and Tietou.
When he belatedly realized what they ant, he was shocked and hurriedly shouted to stop.
Although Tietou’s head was tough, it was still skin and bones, not really made of iron, and couldn’t go head-to-head against tal.
If La really swung the hamr with full force…
But his shout ca too late; the hamr had already slamd hard onto Tietou’s vine helt.
“How is it?”
Han Cheng quickly went over to support Tietou’s neck, which kept shrinking and stretching back like a whack-a-mole, and asked.
Tietou shook his head, causing the partly damaged vine helt on his head to wobble.
He didn’t answer imdiately but rolled his eyes and kept shaking his head, looking dazed.
Seeing Tietou’s reaction, Han Cheng knew that the hit shook him pretty hard.
Although the double-layer helt with a gap in between could significantly reduce impact, its materials were subpar, and the effectiveness of the reduction depended on the type of impact being mitigated.
A full-force bronze hamr blow directly on it…
Han Cheng was about to ask soone to help Tietou rest aside.
But unexpectedly, Tietou stood there and didn’t want to leave. Instead, he said sothing that left Han Cheng dumbfounded:
“Feels great! Hit again!”
Looking at the damaged, deford vine helt on his head and the excited look in his eyes as he stared at the bronze hamr in La’s hand, Han Cheng, who had been worried, now sighed and looked up to the sky, silently wishing for peace…
“You think your head’s made of iron, so you can do whatever you want?”
Who plays like this?!
Han Cheng, of course, didn’t let La hit Tietou’s head again with the bronze hamr.
If he caused a concussion, that would be really bad.
Not only did Han Cheng forbid La from hitting him again, but he also strictly ordered Tietou never to secretly wear the vine helt and hamr his own head alone again.
Tietou, who showed little regret when Han Cheng stopped La from hitting him, imdiately wilted upon hearing this order.
Han Cheng sighed inwardly — having a stubborn head really lets you do whatever you want…
Although Han Cheng was sowhat perplexed by their behavior, this incident helped him roughly understand the vine helt’s defensive level.
Tietou took La’s full-force bronze hamr hits wearing the helt, and the result was just a bit dizzy, rolling his eyes, and getting a little addicted…
Though not everyone in the tribe was as crazy as Tietou, this defense was already good enough to mass-produce and promote in the tribe!
After making enough, they would first send a batch to the Copper Mountain residential area for miners to wear.
More and more people ca after hearing of Tietou’s glorious feat.
Those already interested in the vine helts beca even more eager.
The eldest senior brother even put on his own set of vine armor, placed the sowhat damaged vine helt on his head, then took his usual vine shield into his hand. Instantly, he felt invincible.
Of course, if the safety-helt-style vine helt were modified into the kind commonly seen in movies and TV shows that also protects the back of the head, it would be even better…
This invention—created after La got hit on the head—had its basic frawork and thod finalized after testing.
What remained were just so detailed issues.
For example, adding a circular ring made of bamboo or other woven material inside the vine helt to make it fit more securely on the head…
Thanks to the continuous efforts of La, Hei Wa, and others, after two to three months, the Green Sparrow Tribe had as many as twenty-three donkey carts.
That alone significantly improved the efficiency and reduced the pressure of transporting crops for that year’s autumn harvest.
However, because the tribe’s donkeys were limited, no matter how many carts they made, without donkeys to pull them, they had to remain idle for the ti being.
Therefore, after making so detailed improvents to the double-layer vine helts with La, Han Cheng decided to slow down the production of donkey carts and switch to making more of these double-layer safety helts.
Although weaving these vine helts was more complicated, their small size ant that once skilled, a typical weaver could make two per day without issue.
After about four or five days, La and the others had woven fifty or sixty helts.
Han Cheng then asked Mao, Shang, and others to take these helts to the Copper Mountain residential area.
They also brought salt, pottery, other preserved foods, and a considerable amount of millet.
After all, besides their own people, the Wind Tribe and the Neighboring Wind Tribe were currently at the Copper Mountain area helping build roads for the Green Sparrow Tribe.
Those two tribes, comprising over eighty people of all ages, consud a lot of food daily.
Without these outsiders, the Copper Mountain residential area might have beco self-sufficient in food after this year’s autumn harvest.
But now, with so many new mouths to feed, it was sure they would need subsidies from the main tribe.
Fortunately, the millet in the fields was nearly ripe, so sending a batch to the Copper Mountain area now could also help clear the tribe’s granary in preparation for harvesting new crops.
When Shang, Mao, and the others left for Copper Mountain, they would return just in ti for the autumn harvest…
At the sa ti, Han Cheng specifically instructed them to tell Third Senior Brother to keep the food harvest secret from the Wind Tribe and their people.
Keeping this secret wasn’t too difficult; Han Cheng estimated the road construction speed, and before the autumn harvest, those people would have already left Copper Mountain to live in the work sheds about fifteen or sixteen miles away, as previously arranged.
Han Cheng gave this special instruction because farming was critical to the Green Sparrow Tribe—fundantal to the tribe’s developnt and not sothing to be taken lightly…
Inside the Copper Mountain residential area, Third Senior Brother looked worried because just two days ago, stones had suddenly collapsed in the mine, injuring two people.
One had a shoulder bleeding heavily; the other was hit on the head and passed out.
After treatnt, both survived and could continue working in the mine after so rest.
However, this unprecedented accident caused quite a stir in Copper Mountain.
People beca anxious, especially frequent miners who grew very scared.
They no longer dared to enter the mine, which had always seed calm and safe.
Every ti they thought of going down, the miserable images of the two injured miners haunted them, filling them with fear of being crushed by falling stones or even killed…
Third Senior Brother hurriedly gathered timber to reinforce the mine as Han Cheng had instructed.
But despite this, fear in the hearts of the miners could not be eased; they still entered the mine with trembling caution.
Feeling helpless, Third Senior Brother pondered the situation and finally sent people back to the main tribe to consult the Divine Child for a solution.
With the Divine Child’s wisdom, there must be a way!
Standing on the wall, worried and deep in thought, Third Senior Brother suddenly froze.
A Green Sparrow flag slowly appeared on the newly built section of road in his sight.
Hadn’t he sent people to the main tribe just this morning? Why were people here already?
Perhaps it was a coincidence?
After a mont of puzzlent, Third Senior Brother realized that with this speed, even one person with a few donkeys couldn’t have arrived yet, especially since these people weren’t even riding donkeys.
However, this thought didn’t last long.
Among the arriving trade group, he saw the very people he had sent to the main tribe that morning.
When they saw him standing on the wall, they excitedly shouted that they had a solution, that the Divine Child had sent tools.
“This is a safety helt. Wear it and you don’t have to worry about getting hit on the head…”
Shang put a safety helt on Third Senior Brother’s head while explaining its function.
Then he recounted the impressive story of Tietou wearing the helt and being hit hard by La with a bronze hamr, only feeling a bit dizzy but otherwise fine, which further strengthened the helt’s credibility.
After hearing this, those who had doubts about the vine helt’s protection imdiately relaxed.
Third Senior Brother, who had been worrying about mine safety, felt a sudden ease.
He distributed helts to the miners for them to wear.
Those who had been fearful of the mine now felt fearless with the helts, grabbing their hamrs and picks and working vigorously inside.
After all, this so-called safety helt was specially made by the Divine Child and La!
Tietou was struck directly with the hamr while wearing it and only felt slightly dizzy. Although they weren’t as tough as Tietou, the falling stones usually didn’t hit as hard as the bronze hamr.
With these helts, even if struck by falling stones, it shouldn’t be a big problem…
Watching the happy miners, Third Senior Brother was very pleased.
The Divine Child really had a way—this vine helt solved all their problems instantly.
While silently praising the Divine Child’s wisdom, Third Senior Brother suddenly stopped, looking more surprised and his mind racing.
He suddenly realized sothing.
The accident in the Copper Mountain area happened two days ago, and today Mao and the others had already brought the helts.
But the partially finished bronze road from the main tribe to here, along the new route the Divine Child had opened, still took nearly five days to travel.
In other words, even before anything happened on their side, the Divine Child had already predicted it, not only preparing the safety helts in advance but also having Mao and others transport them here ahead of ti…
The Divine Child… really is a god!
Shang, Mao, and the others nearby, noticing Third Senior Brother’s expression, couldn’t help but curiously ask why.
After hearing Third Senior Brother’s words, they all wore the sa amazed expression.
Before, they were simply glad that the safety helts solved the problem at the Copper Mountain residential area. But now, after hearing Third Senior Brother’s words, they realized this was no ordinary coincidence.
If the Divine Child really didn’t know beforehand, how could such a coincidence happen?
With this feeling, the Divine Child, already highly revered in their hearts, beca even greater and more majestic.
If it were so straightforward people like Third Senior Brother, that’s one thing; but if it were people from later tis, they wouldn’t just feel grateful—they’d probably be pointing fingers and cursing Han Cheng.
Mining in this mine had been going on for a long ti with no accidents. Now suddenly, just because you made so helts, and before they were even delivered, sothing bad happened here and almost caused soone’s death…
Who else but you could have caused this? A total jinx!
After admiring the Divine Child’s foresight for a while, feeling the whole aura of his presence, Shang, Mao, and the others handed over the food, salt, and other supplies to Third Senior Brother and helped him transport them into the granary.
After finishing this, rembering the Divine Child’s instruction not to let the Wind Tribe know about the grain planting, they continued issuing orders…
The next day, with many burdens unloaded, the trade team, led by Shang and Mao, set off from Copper Mountain back to the main tribe.
After walking so distance, they t the Wind Tribe and the Neighboring Wind Tribe people, hard at work on road construction.
The trade team was already familiar with these two tribes, greeted them, and then Shang and Mao began taking out canned food and jerky from their deer saddlebags.
These were gifts Han Cheng had instructed them to bring specifically for the minors of these two tribes.
Since Mao and the others had rushed to Copper Mountain earlier upon eting those seeking help at the main tribe, they hadn’t stayed long enough to distribute these gifts.
Now, on the return journey with more ti, they finally gave out the gifts.
The trade team lingered a bit, answered questions about why the Divine Child hadn’t co this ti, and then resud their journey.
The minors from the Wind Tribe and Neighboring Wind Tribe, watching Shang and Mao leave and looking at the delicious canned foods and jerky left behind, couldn’t help but clench their little fists.
The respected Divine Child didn’t have ti to co himself but still made sure they got these treats…
“We must work hard on the roads!”
So they could soon reach the more magnificent tribe and et the respected Divine Child…
“Divine Child, how did you know the Copper Mountain mine would have an accident?”
Back at the Green Sparrow main tribe, Shang, Mao, and the others looked at Han Cheng intently.
After hearing about the accident at Copper Mountain, Han Cheng was still sowhat dazed.
How did this coincidence happen? Just as they finished making and sending the safety helts, soone’s head got crushed in the Copper Mountain mine.
Was this an unbelievable coincidence? Or was he so jinx with a crow’s mouth?
“I just guessed.”
Han Cheng, touching his mouth with a hint of disbelief, then honestly said to the eager crowd wanting so mysterious revelation.
At once, Shang, Mao, and the others looked extrely surprised.
Wasn’t it supposed to be that the Divine Child received instructions from heavenly gods or used so mystical thod to foresee the accident and make arrangents?
Now it turned out to be just a guess?
After a while of shock, Shang and Mao gradually seed to realize sothing and left contentedly.
Seeing their mysterious expressions, Han Cheng couldn’t help but tense his face.
He really just guessed, and it happened to be accurate. What a coincidence.
Why is it that no one believes the truth these days?
That’s the effect of the mysterious aura bestowed upon him.
It’s a common phenonon, especially for significant figures or those who have achieved mastery in so field.
Often, ordinary events happening to them imdiately take on many extra anings.
And most of these anings are added by others, just like with Han Cheng now.
This is the so-called “even a god’s fart slls sweet.”
After producing a batch of safety helts, Han Cheng began sketching helt designs from movies on paper and explained them to Bo, hoping Bo could replicate those styles.
After all, a safety helt is fine for mining or construction, but for battle, a proper helt is better…
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