I am a Primitive Man-Chapter 790: The Semi-Farming Tribe’s Donkey

I am a Primitive Man-Chapter 790: The Semi-Farming Tribe’s Donkey

Chapter 790: The Semi-Farming Tribe’s Donkey
Within the Green Sparrow Tribe, the carpenter Lame had been cheerful these past few days, as if injected with a shot of adrenaline, full of vigor and spirit.
Not only was he like this inside the carpenter’s workshop, but even when he returned home to sleep at night, he remained in such high spirits.
Even Tietou and Heiwa, who lived next door to Lame and were usually the most mischievous in the tribe and quite a bit younger than him, felt somewhat embarrassed in comparison.
Of course, Lame was excited. Under the Divine Child’s guidance, the ink line reel they made proved to be very handy.
Using it at work not only accelerated the production of items but also made the various components produced according to the ink line much more precise and neater.
Under such circumstances, it would be strange if Lame was not excited.
Stimulated by this new tool, what was initially expected to take at least five days to build—the carriage body—was completed by Lame in just three and a half days.
At this moment, Han Cheng was inspecting the brand-new donkey cart body together with Lame.
With experience making sleds, there was little to criticize about the overall carriage body—it was pretty good.
The real point of focus was the area where the wheels would be installed, which required more technical skill.
“Here, after the wheels are made, we will use axes, saws, and other tools to carve out a semicircular groove to hold the axle…”
Han Cheng carefully observed for a while, then compared it thoroughly to the ox cart body he remembered from home, and offered some suggestions.
After staying there for some time, Han Cheng left and went to the pottery area to check on Heiwa’s progress with the molds.
Meanwhile, Lame made some modifications to the newly made donkey cart body according to Han Cheng’s advice, then started making the wheels.
The wheels needed two circles—a large outer circle and a smaller inner circle.
Between these two circles, sturdy spokes would connect them.
The large outer circle would be the part that rolled on the ground, while the small inner circle would be connected to the axle.
Lame was currently making the large outer circle.
The smaller inner circle would be made later, after Heiwa and Second Senior Brother finished casting the bronze sleeves.
This way, the wooden ring and bronze sleeve could be tightly connected and would not readily loosen.
Mao’er and some other apprentices were seriously making spokes there, holding axes or planes.
The summer noon sunlight fell on the ground and people’s backs, leaving a burning heat.
Even hotter than the sun was the Green Sparrow Tribe’s bronze smelting furnace.
After nearly ten days of work, with cooperation between Heiwa and some potters, they finally produced molds for a batch of bronze axles, bronze sleeves, and other precision-required items.
After confirming the molds were completely dry and ready to be poured with molten bronze, Second Senior Brother, who had been impatient, immediately lit the smelting furnace with several helpers.
They put copper and tin in according to the proportions they had figured out over the past two years to make the hardest bronze alloy.
Then they turned the large bellows to fan the furnace and stoke the fire continuously.
Once the copper and tin inside the furnace were completely melted and blended, Second Senior Brother carefully and swiftly scooped molten bronze with a pottery crucible fitted with a wooden handle and poured it into the prepared molds.
“Crack!”
“Crackle~”
After the molten bronze cooled and solidified, Han Cheng, Heiwa, and others began breaking the molds that could no longer be reused with force.
As the molds cracked open, gleaming golden light shone from within.
The bronze rings were small and easy to cast.
The most difficult were the four one-meter-thirty-long bronze rods.
Because of their large size, they required a large amount of molten bronze and needed to be cast all at once, or else the rods would have defects affecting their strength.
To cast these four bronze rods, which would be used as axles, Han Cheng, Heiwa, Second Senior Brother, and others had to put in a lot of effort.
Fortunately!
Looking at these four shining bronze rods, which only needed some inscriptions to become a “Ruyi Jingu Bang” (Magic Golden Cudgel), Han Cheng was full of relief and joy.
Such large items were rarely cast in the tribe, so successfully casting all four at once was a great success.
After confirming all four rods were intact, Han Cheng picked up a bronze sleeve from the ground and tried to fit it onto one rod.
The first sleeve wouldn’t fit, which made Heiwa’s face turn a little green.
Luckily, the second sleeve fit just right.
These molds were all handmade by Heiwa.
Although standard sizes were followed, there were inevitably some errors during production.
Han Cheng and Heiwa had prepared for this, so they made twelve bronze sleeve molds.
After testing, nine of the twelve sleeves were usable; among the three rejected, two were too large, one too small.
But the remaining nine were enough—four axles, two sleeves each, with some left over.
By then, Lame had already made three large outer circles, and the apprentices had made many spokes.
Upon hearing that the bronze sleeves were finished casting, they immediately began making the small inner circles.
As for the cast bronze sleeves, they were directly embedded into the small wooden rings.
In the following days, the carpenter’s workshop became the most focused-on place in the Green Sparrow Tribe.
The minors would come here whenever they had free time; those working in the fields would check the carpenter’s workshop first thing when they returned, eager to see how the donkey cart was progressing.
Even if they couldn’t see it, hearing others talk about it was good enough.
“The spokes on this wheel are done!”
“The spokes on the other wheel are done too!”
“Mao’er almost hit his hand while hammering the copper nails onto the wheel…”
With this ongoing little “tribal news,” even those who didn’t visit the carpenter’s workshop knew the progress of the donkey cart.
Ding ding dang!
When the last copper nail fixing the spokes was hammered in, the two wheels were officially finished.
Then, under the watchful and somewhat excited eyes of Han Cheng, Shaman, and Senior Brother, Lame and Heiwa brought over an axle and carefully threaded it through the bronze sleeves in the two wheels, connecting the two independent wheels.
After more hammering and clanking, the two wheels were firmly fixed on the axle.
“Divine Child!”
Lame put down his axe and looked at Han Cheng, shouting excitedly.
Han Cheng was also excited as he stepped up to the wheel studded with many shiny copper nails.
Of course, he was excited—since he was seven or eight, he hadn’t pushed his family’s ox cart wheels around the yard for fun, and now he was about to get back into it. How could he not be thrilled?
Han Cheng had someone bring some melted animal fat oil and pour plenty between the axle and the bronze sleeves to serve as lubricant, reducing friction.
After this, he bent down, grasped the axle with both hands, and, under the watchful eyes of the Green Sparrow Tribe members, he put his full force into pushing the wheels—his childhood favorite game.
With his effort, the two wheels began rolling on the ground.
The sight of the revered Divine Child bent over pushing wheels with such vigor made the tribe’s minors’ eyes sparkle, all eager to try it themselves.
Even the adults watching wanted to jump in and push the wheels themselves because it really looked fun.
After pushing the wheels around the open space, Han Cheng stopped.
“This wheel is unstable—it wobbles left and right when pushed and needs reinforcement,” he said, pointing to the left wheel as Lame, Heiwa, and Second Senior Brother watched eagerly.
So Lame and the others hammered and clanged some more, reinforcing the wheel.
After a while, Han Cheng bent down again and tested the wheels once more.
This time, no issues were found.
“Let’s install the carriage body!”
Feeling confident that the wheels were OK, Han Cheng released the wheels and told Lame and the others.
Everyone who had been waiting for this command immediately acted.
Several big hands lifted the donkey cart body, which had been worked on for several days without much effort, and placed it onto the axle.
After a bit of adjustment, the round axle snapped into the semicircular groove carved in advance under the cart body.
Once the position was set and the distances between the body and the wheels were equal on both sides, Han Cheng gave the order, and Lame and the others started securing the body and wheels with leather straps, sticks, and copper nails.
Securing the body and wheels was crucial; otherwise, if the donkey pulled the cart on the road and the wheels detached while running happily, the cart body without wheels would flip over on its back in a roadside ditch.
Thinking about that scene made everyone smile.
After another round of hard work, the cart body and wheels were firmly connected.
After confirming everything was fine, Han Cheng had someone place wooden boards as the floorboards on the cart body, completing the construction of a sound donkey cart.
At this time, Senior Brother led the tallest and strongest donkey in the tribe over.
Seeing Han Cheng nod, he brought the donkey to hitch it to the cart.
With sleds, seed drills, bronze plows, and other equipment in the tribe, the people were familiar with hitching carts.
After a spring plowing season, the donkeys were tamer and more accustomed to pulling carts; they showed no resistance to the freshly built donkey cart.
“Ha!”
Once the cart was hitched, Han Cheng signaled, and Eldest Senior Brother pulled the donkey’s long face rope and shouted, then began to walk.
As the donkey walked, the two wheels turned with a rumbling sound, and the cart moved forward.
Those gathered around watched the donkey pulling the cart with bright smiles, and the minors shouted joyfully.
“Take it outside and test it—go a longer distance!”
Han Cheng, smiling broadly, shouted to Eldest Senior Brother.
Speaking loudly was necessary because the area was filled with joyful chatter.
Hearing Han Cheng, the Eldest Senior Brother, who was about to circle twice more, agreed and led the donkey outward.
People blocking the door stepped aside, letting the Eldest Senior Brother lead the cart in front, with others following through the tribe gate onto the stone-paved road outside.
Some bold minors tried to climb onto the donkey cart, as they had on sleds before, but Han Cheng stopped them immediately.
The donkey cart was still in testing, and the stability was not yet certain, so it was better not to have anyone riding it to avoid accidents.
Fortunately, the tribe’s children were obedient and stayed away from the cart, instead walking and jumping happily alongside and behind it with the adults.
This lively, festive scene suddenly reminded Han Cheng of the illustration in his history textbook about the first Liberation brand car test success in New China.
Though the Green Sparrow Tribe wasn’t as populous, their enthusiasm and excitement were no less.
“Put grain on it!”
When Eldest Senior Brother circled the tribe’s stone road and returned to the gate with the cart all intact, he excitedly waved and called out to Han Cheng.
Waiting here for a long time, Second Senior Brother, Shang, and several others loaded three full leather sacks of grain onto the donkey cart.
The three large leather sacks of grain weighed about three hundred jin (~150 kg), and Shaman watched tensely from the side, hands clenched tightly.
Because his idea was to load the grain bags one by one onto the cart, first confirming the donkey cart could safely carry one bag of grain, then adding another bag, and pulling two bags at once.
But Han Cheng didn’t listen to Shaman’s suggestion this time.
If this newly made donkey cart couldn’t even handle 300 jin (about 150 kg), Han Cheng wouldn’t feel sorry for it being damaged at all—in fact, he would be pretty happy to help it break even more thoroughly, turning it to ashes.
As a donkey cart, if it couldn’t carry even 300 jin, what use would it be? It would be better to destroy it and use the wood for cooking.
Perhaps sensing the threat from a certain watchful Divine Child, this newly made donkey cart turned out exceptionally sturdy. After placing three sacks of grain on it, it was as if there was nothing there at all.
The Eldest Senior Brother led the donkey, which pulled the cart with effortless ease, making a big loop outside the Green Sparrow Tribe.
Shaman was so happy watching this that he clenched Yuan’s hand tightly. Lame, the Eldest Senior Brother, and the others also smiled broadly with joy.
The result before their eyes showed that this new donkey cart was a success and ready for use.
Even if it could only carry 300 jin, since it used animal power, it was still much easier to use than the tribe’s old wheelbarrow.
Moreover, 300 jin was not even the cart’s limit, as the Divine Child had once again placed two more bags on it.
With 500 jin of grain on the donkey cart, the mule no longer looked as light as before, but this weight was still clearly within its carrying capacity.
Amid cheers, the Eldest Senior Brother led the donkey—a mule with a dull red cloth flower tied on its forehead—around the stone road in front of the Green Sparrow Tribe once more.
Despite the worried expressions of Shaman, Senior Brother, and others, Han Cheng had two more bags brought and placed on the donkey cart again.
Compared to their worries, Han Cheng was not very concerned because he knew the strength of these animals.
Although the mule was smaller than cattle, horses, or mules, it was actually very tough. When Han Cheng was young, during harvest season or grain selling and delivery, it was normal for a mule to pull loads of 1,300 to 1,400 jin.
Because this weight was not all borne by the donkey itself, the greater pressure was borne by the two wheels at the back of the cart.
Of course, in later times, the wheels would be light rubber tires, and bearings would be more advanced, so it’s not the same.
But for Han Cheng, this was still very informative.
Besides, since this was a testing phase, it was natural to push the donkey and cart as close to their limits as possible.
Only by doing this could they understand the fundamental limits and have a clear idea when loading and transporting cargo in the future.
Shaman’s mouth opened wide, his wrinkled old face full of astonishment.
His aged hands gripped Yuan’s hands so tightly that it was like iron clamps.
Yuan’s mouth also opened wide, her expression stunned and full of disbelief, though she wasn’t focused on her painfully squeezed hand.
Lame the carpenter stood dumbfounded nearby, looking as if he was utterly stunned.
Not only them, but everyone present, except the experienced Divine Child Han Cheng, was dumbstruck.
One by one, they stared at the loaded donkey cart, eyes wide and mouths agape, lost in a daze.
The scene suddenly shifted from lively excitement to an eerie silence.
“Ten… eleven sacks!”
After a long pause, Yuan muttered softly, staring at the donkey cart fully loaded with grain bags, looking very dazed.
Eleven sacks meant 1,100 jin (~550 kg). For Yuan, who was gradually being led into mathematics by Han Cheng, the concept of 1,100 jin was more keenly felt than by most.
A single cart carrying such a weight was truly unimaginable!
Even those not sensitive to the weight could sense the powerful impact just by looking at the eleven grain bags arranged crisscross on the donkey cart.
Before the donkey cart existed, it would take eleven strong adults working together to move this much grain at once.
And those eleven people could not carry it long without stopping for rest, and eventually became exhausted.
But now, so much heavy cargo was transported by just one donkey and this newly made donkey cart!
In this process, people only needed to load the grain bags onto the cart and have one person lead the donkey to transport it.
Compared with carrying grain bags, sweating and running around, this was extremely easy!
This was why Yuan was so shocked.
She stared at the donkey pulling the cart, utterly disbelieving—as if she was seeing a donkey for the first time.
“Are these still the donkeys from our own tribe?”
Yuan murmured, rubbing her eyes repeatedly in disbelief.
Why, in her original tribe, people only rode donkeys for hunting and chasing prey, but now in this tribe, these donkeys had become all-purpose animals.
Not only could they pull plows to till large fields, but they could also pull seed drills that sowed seeds quickly, evenly, and neatly, making the crops grow lush and look good.
Now, they could even carry 1,100 jin of grain while moving around!
Such a vast change between then and now explained Yuan’s astonishment.
Standing not far from Wu and Yuan was Shi Tou, the next generation’s shaman of the Green Sparrow Tribe, now an adult.
Watching the donkey and cart carrying so much grain, Shi Tou was also deeply impressed.
Unlike others who stared intently in surprise, Shi Tou, as the tribe’s part-time historian, took note of the people’s reactions for his future records.
The successful making of the donkey cart was such an essential event that Shi Tou naturally planned to write a special, detailed account.
In this situation, Yuan’s shocked words and her eye-rubbing were clearly heard and seen by Shi Tou.
A few days later, sitting at his desk with brush in hand, excitedly recalling this unprecedented event, Shi Tou naturally remembered Yuan’s expression and gave it special emphasis in his records.
Many years later, as the Green Sparrow Tribe grew and prospered, their descendants would summarize this story into two sayings:
“Donkey left alone for three days, and one will look at it with new eyes.”
And
“The donkey that’s not from the semi-farming tribe.”
Both sayings meant the same thing: one should not look at things with old, fixed ideas.
They also implied that the same thing, when in the hands of some people, is worthless, but in the hands of those with intelligence and skill, after proper use and treatment, it can be transformed into a treasure with significant effect.
At this moment, Han Cheng, smiling as he watched it all, naturally had no idea about these future idioms created by descendants.
If he knew, he would be amazed by their genius!
What the heck do those phrases even mean? How did they become “Donkey left alone for three days and will be viewed with new eyes” and “The donkey that’s not from the semi-farming tribe”?
Good thing Sun Quan and Lü Meng weren’t here to see this, or else no coffin lid nailed with copper nails would hold them, let alone being pressed by hand!
“Take it to the dirt road and see how it goes!”
After watching the grain-laden donkey cart for a while, Han Cheng said to Eldest Senior Brother, who looked a bit dazed, along with others leading the donkey.
The stone roads were only paved around the Green Sparrow Tribe. The donkey cart’s experience running on such hard surfaces differed significantly from running on pure dirt roads.
Also, paving stone roads required huge manpower and resources.
Since shale was available near the tribe’s quarry, they could pave a small area, but not everywhere.
So the planned bronze highway would still mainly use earthen ground.
Therefore, during testing, the donkey cart should be tested not only on the stone road but also on dirt roads.
Han Cheng repeated himself twice before Eldest Senior Brother snapped out of his daze and shouted for people to clear the way.
Leading the donkey, the Eldest Senior Brother walked along the stone road for some distance, then stepped onto the dirt road.
As soon as they reached the dirt road, the mule pulling the donkey cart immediately seemed a bit strained.
Although it could still pull, after walking about two li (~1 km), its legs began to tremble uncontrollably.
Han Cheng, closely watching the donkey and cart, noticed this and immediately told the Eldest Senior Brother to stop.
He then instructed Senior Brother to untie the tether tied under the donkey’s body, which prevented the donkey from “bucking” or jerking during pulling.
Then they had people hold the back of the cart and lift the shafts to unload the cart from the mule.
This time, the purpose was to test the usability of the cart and the load-bearing capacity of both the cart and the mule. Han Cheng did not intend to overwork the mule.
Seeing the mule looking relaxed after being freed from the heavy cart, and then looking over at the other mule standing nearby, loaded with eleven sacks of grain, Han Cheng felt quite pleased.
A single mule pulling 1,100 jin (about 550 kg) on such a dirt road was somewhat tricky, but pulling around seven or eight hundred jin was no problem at all.
Such a carrying capacity was already sufficient for the Green Sparrow Tribe!
Moreover, if they wanted to load more on a single donkey cart, there was a way: hang a mule harness used for pulling bronze plows on one side of the cart, and then hitch another mule. With two mules—one main and one assistant—pulling the cart together, the load capacity would increase.
The only issue was that the tribe still had too few mules, so having two mules pull one cart seemed a bit too extravagant.
Han Cheng thought about this with some regret.
At that moment, the distant sound of deer calls reached him. Han Cheng looked up and saw Deer Lord leading a group of followers swaggering by.
Watching the proudly strutting Deer Lord and his entourage, Han Cheng’s eyes lit up, and an immature idea suddenly popped into his mind…
“Bring another mule over, and also get a deer harness!”
Han Cheng happily instructed Tietou, smiling broadly as he walked toward Deer Lord.
Deer Lord, leisurely chewing some grass while surrounded by his followers and watching the donkey cart, instinctively felt something was wrong when the two-legged creature with a smile approached him. His fur trembled slightly, and he immediately took off running.
As the saying goes, “Man dies for wealth, bird dies for food.” This is very true, but it neglects to mention the equally greedy deer.
Within seven or eight minutes, Deer Lord, still leisurely chewing on some rapeseed greens, was being led toward the donkey cart by the scheming Divine Child with a satisfied grin.
Being lured by little rapeseed and then captured like this was something Deer Lord had experienced countless times. Yet he never learned his lesson; whenever Han Cheng pulled out the little rapeseed trick, Deer Lord obediently complied.
Following Han Cheng’s instructions, the heavily loaded donkey cart with eleven sacks of grain was lifted again, and the newly led mule was hitched up.
But this time it was different. After harnessing the mule, Han Cheng tied a thick hemp rope to one side of the cart’s front, securing the wooden hook on the deer harness to the rope.
And the entire deer harness was on Deer Lord.
“Ha!”
After hitching the mule and the deer, with Han Cheng’s signal, Senior Brother shouted and started moving forward.
The mule on the lead rope had no choice but to walk ahead with Senior Brother.
As for Deer Lord beside them, he also took steps forward.
It wasn’t because Deer Lord was obedient or would walk without being led, but because the rope on his face was tied to the cart shaft, forcing him to walk along with the moving donkey cart.
Otherwise, if he refused to move, he would be hit on the butt by the rolling cart body.
Under such circumstances, he naturally had to comply.
Under Han Cheng’s expectant gaze, and the amazed looks of Shaman, Yuan, Eldest Senior Brother, and others, the donkey and Deer Lord pulled together. The 1,100-jin load donkey cart rolled over the dirt road, traveling a circle and covering almost four li (~2 km) without either the donkey or the deer showing any leg tremors.
This meant they could both continue pulling this heavy donkey cart forward!
“Hahaha…”
Han Cheng finally couldn’t help laughing out loud.
Since the tribe obtained mules—more suitable than deer for pulling carts, plows, and harrows—the status of the deer herd had declined.
And this was before the number of mules fully increased.
If mule numbers grew substantially, the deer herd’s position would become even more awkward.
But now, thanks to Han Cheng’s sudden idea, the tribe’s deer herd gained another use besides providing milk: teaming up with mules to pull carts.
With this use, even if mule numbers increased, the deer wouldn’t become useless.
Thinking carefully, pairing a deer with a mule to pull a cart really was quite fitting.
The mule, strong and sturdy, would be the leading force pulling the cart, bearing not only the forward motion but also the downward weight of the cart.
The deer, smaller and weaker than the mule, wearing this soft deer harness mainly made of rope, only needed to pull forward, without bearing the cart’s weight.
Han Cheng thought to himself, “I’m really brilliant!”
Though reluctant to admit it, seeing the results and understanding the benefits, Han Cheng couldn’t help giving himself a big thumbs up…
“Dong dong dong…”
A series of drumbeats echoed throughout the Green Sparrow Tribe.
At the fully restored Green Sparrow Square, people gathered.
Under the fluttering Green Sparrow flag, the tribe’s rough totem pole was respectfully brought out and placed on the platform.
In front of the platform, a fire burned, and in the open space stood the tribe’s newly developed two-wheeled donkey cart, along with a mule and a deer to pull it.
Now, both the mule and the deer, like the donkey cart parked there, were decorated with big, bright red flowers made of dyed hemp cloth, looking festive and beautiful.
Meanwhile, Shaman was holding his bone staff and wearing a feathered crown, hopping and jumping as he used his own way to inform the sky gods—who had never paid attention to him—that under the respected Divine Child’s leadership, the tribe had once again made a vehicle capable of carrying many things.
The Eldest Senior Brother was beating the drum vigorously, his mood as thunderous and stirring as the drumbeats.
The others watched everything with excited yet solemn expressions.
Han Cheng, standing once more like a statue beside the totem pole, watched the hopping, chanting Shaman and the tribe members. Apart from mentally complaining about the nonexistent sky gods, he felt nothing but understanding and joy.
Because this kind of sacrificial ritual was the tribe’s way to release their joy.
Such activities strengthened the unity and cohesion of the tribe and enhanced their sense of belonging—an excellent method.
“Heavens!”
“Heavens!”
“Divine Child!”
“Divine Child!”
After Shaman’s singing and dancing stopped, under his lead, the Green Sparrow tribe members who had remained silent throughout the ritual shouted out in unison, their emotions surging like rolling thunder.
Even the booming drums beaten by the Eldest Senior Brother were drowned out.
Though Han Cheng had experienced such scenes more than once, hearing the respectful and loving cheers and seeing everyone bow deeply still stirred a unique feeling in his heart…
After the ritual ended, the Green Sparrow tribe remained excited for days—a lingering effect from witnessing the two-wheeled donkey cart.
“Clang clang clang…”
Before even approaching the carpenter’s workshop, the sound of axes striking copper nails could be heard from afar.
Big Carpenter Lame, along with the apprentices like Cat Ear, were all extremely excited—sawing, marking, chiseling holes… busily working without rest.
They wanted to build more donkey carts quickly.
If more carts could be made before the autumn harvest, these high-capacity carts would greatly ease the work, making this year’s harvest much less troublesome.
And those who built the carts could contribute significantly to the tribe in their own way.
Among them, besides the great carpenter Lame, the apprentice Cat Ear worked hardest and most seriously.
In this short time, he had not only mastered using the ink line but also handled axes and saws quite skillfully—improving rapidly to the point even Lame was sometimes surprised…
“Take a rest before continuing.”
Influenced by Han Cheng, after lunch, the tribe members usually rested a while.
During this time, most people would nap to recover their energy.
But some gave up on that chance—like Cat Ear at this moment.
After eating quickly and washing his bowl, Cat Ear went straight to the carpenter’s workshop, found some scraps, and began practicing with the axe and other tools.
Lame had noticed Cat Ear’s behavior a couple of days ago. Seeing him do it again today, Lame followed quietly to the workshop.
Watching Cat Ear concentrate on practicing, Lame spoke up.
Over the past few days, as they tried to build more donkey carts, the carpenters had been working at a frantic pace—after a morning of nonstop work, even Lame felt exhausted. The other carpenters immediately took the rare chance to fall asleep as soon as they put down their bowls.
But Cat Ear, still just a kid, could voluntarily bring his axe and practice skills under these conditions, showing great perseverance.
“I’m not tired.”
Cat Ear, just about to put down his axe and find more scraps to continue practicing, was startled by Lame’s sudden voice.
Seeing it was Lame, Cat Ear replied a bit awkwardly.
Not tired? That’s the strange part!
“You’re not tired, but you still need to rest a bit before continuing.”
Lame said firmly, then took Cat Ear’s hand and limped out of the workshop with him toward the sleeping quarters…
Cat Ear’s eyes were red. From the Divine Child, he had gained a kind of motivation. Now with Lame, he felt another indescribable but very real feeling.
After lying on the kang (heated bed) for a while, Cat Ear quietly got up, tiptoed out of the snoring house, passed through the inner courtyard gate, and once again entered the carpenter’s workshop…
After a short nap, Lame woke up, looked at where Cat Ear had slept, and showed a complicated smile.
There was relief, appreciation, and also some worry…

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Chapter 790: The Semi-Farming Tribe’s Donkey