I am a Primitive Man-Chapter 798: The Fruit Left Behind Hits the Head, Leading to Enlightenment of Lame

I am a Primitive Man-Chapter 798: The Fruit Left Behind Hits the Head, Leading to Enlightenment of Lame

Chapter 798: The Fruit Left Behind Hits the Head, Leading to Enlightenment of Lame
The late summer and early autumn sunlight poured down from the sky, a little less scorching.
Under the tree outside the carpenter’s workshop in the Green Sparrow tribe, Lame, the tribe’s first carpenter, sat seriously on a wooden stump padded with a bamboo mat. In one hand was an axe, in the other a piece of wood, and he was carefully chopping.
Next to him lay a wooden wheel he had already crafted.
Little carpenter Mao’er and several other woodworkers were also seriously working nearby, holding axes, chisels, or wooden buckets.
After months of persistent effort, Mao’er’s skills had made significant progress; he was no longer the little apprentice who would tear up just at the sight of a simple scratch.
What Lame and the others were making most now were the newly introduced donkey carts.
As the days passed, the exciting and joyous autumn harvest was drawing near.
Making a larger-capacity donkey cart now meant that when the harvest started, the tribe’s work would be much easier.
Finishing the important autumn harvest earlier meant the tribe could return to building the Bronze Highway sooner!
The weather today was good, with occasional breezes blowing, and it was not hot or stuffy at all.
It was pretty comfortable to work in the shade like Lame and the others, without direct sunlight.
But many times, the heavens wouldn’t let you be so comfortable.
For example, a minor accident happened just now.
Another breeze blew through, causing leaves to rustle and branches to sway.
Besides some yellowing leaves falling, some other things also dropped down.
It was a cluster of pecans.
For some unknown reason, these usually very firm pecans were shaken loose by the wind.
Bang!
Right on target, the cluster of pecans hit Lame squarely on the head.
After a somewhat crisp sound, the pecans shattered and scattered, bouncing and rolling away.
Lame, who was concentrating seriously on his work, was suddenly attacked like this and was a bit stunned.
He shook his body, looked at the pecans bouncing and rolling on the ground, then looked up at the pecan tree branches above with their partially hidden clusters of pecans.
After a moment, he dropped the wood in his hand and held his head.
These pecan trees were planted several years ago at the order of Han Cheng.
The courtyard couldn’t be bare; it needed more trees to provide shade.
But following the principle of eating what can be eaten and producing more food, all the trees planted in the courtyard were fruit trees.
Unlike the fruit trees grown outside by nursery cultivation (used by the rabbits), these planted in the yard were thicker trees, roughly as thick as a bowl opening, brought back by Han Cheng and planted with large clumps of soil.
This way, the tribe could quickly have patches of shade.
Lame, holding his aching head and looking up at the pecan tree, looked utterly bewildered.
Seeing this, Mao’er and the other apprentices stifled their laughter.
Getting hit on the head so accurately by a cluster of pecans was indeed something to laugh about.
After rubbing his sore head for a while, Lame released it and resumed his woodworking.
But after a short while, he stopped again, rubbed his still aching head, looked at a few pecans that had rolled aside, then glanced up at the pecan tree once more.
A thoughtful expression appeared in his eyes.
As time passed, this thoughtful look grew stronger.
Eventually, he even put down the axe and was lost deep in thought.
During this process, Lame’s expression sometimes changed—sometimes confused, showing a shuddering kind of fear…
This state lasted a long time.
Mao’er and the other apprentices watched Lame’s odd behavior, feeling inexplicably scared.
They wanted to wake Lame, but they dared not.
Some who quietly moved a little farther away whispered anxiously whether they should inform the Divine Child about this.
They also decided to keep away from the pecan trees in the future, lest they get hit on the head and end up like Lame …
“Alright! Hahaha!”
Just then, Lame, who had been silent and deep in thought, suddenly stood up from the wooden stump and burst into wild laughter.
The sudden action startled Mao’er and the others, making them tremble all over.
They had been hesitating whether to tell the Divine Child, but now they no longer hesitated.
“I’ll go tell the Divine Child!”
Mao’er shouted and ran off quickly.
“I got it! I got it!”
Lame, still laughing wildly, didn’t calm down.
He clenched his fists and shouted excitedly, then limped into the carpenter’s workshop…
Han Cheng was there, holding a bowl and cracking open wild duck eggs that were no longer viable for hatching, checking if they could still be eaten.
Inside these eggs were filled with blood vessels and small developing ducklings of various sizes, some fully formed, some not.
Two of the duck eggs contained ducklings that had already grown feathers and would hatch in a few days. Unfortunately, they met Han Cheng and the others at this critical moment…
These two feathered eggs, with their yolks and developing ducklings, looked quite similar to the iron-skinned feathered eggs sold in the streets in later times.
The only difference was that one was chicken eggs, the other duck eggs.
Han Cheng wanted to thread these two feathered eggs and roast them over charcoal, but hesitated to try.
Next to him, Shaman listened with great interest as Han Cheng discussed this kind of food, and he seemed eager to try it.
Han Cheng thought it over and disagreed.
Instead, he threw these eggs to Fu Jiang, who had been watching eagerly for a while.
The eggs with blood veins and semi-formed ducklings were poured into the dog’s bowl.
Shaman felt very distressed about this.
If someone else were doing this instead of Han Cheng, Shaman would surely pull them aside for a stern talk.
Just then, Mao’er came running in a hurry from afar, shouting:
“Divine… Divine Child! Bad… bad news… Lame …”
Mao’er’s sudden appearance and loud shout made Shaman stop watching Fu Jiang, who was about to swallow two feathered eggs in a few bites, and no longer looked like he was going to snatch them out.
“What’s wrong with Lame ?!”
Han Cheng immediately stood up, anxiously asking as Mao’er ran closer.
Han Cheng cared deeply for Lame, a person who played a crucial role in the tribe’s future development and safety.
“Lame …”
Out of breath, Mao’er started to describe what had recently happened outside the carpenter’s workshop. As he recounted it, recalling Lame’s behavior, Mao’er shivered with a bit of nervousness.
“Divine Child, go see quickly…”
Hearing Mao’er’s , Shaman, who had been trying to take the feathered eggs out of Fu Jiang’s mouth, also became anxious and urged him hastily.
Han Cheng, along with Shaman and Mao’er, hurried towards the carpenter’s workshop.
But Han Cheng’s mind was no longer full of panic; a strange mix of curiosity and suspicion replaced it.
Based on Mao’er’s account, Lame’s abnormal reactions were clearly a form of sudden enlightenment!
Could it be that Lame was hit on the head by the pecan, and just like the great scientist Newton, had thought deeply about why the falling pecan didn’t bounce elsewhere or fly up, but precisely struck his head—this great question?
The ecstatic joy afterward was obviously because he had found an answer to his thoughts.
Could it be that Lame’s head was truly “enlightened” by the pecan hitting it?
Could the pecan strike have inspired the profound theory of universal gravitation, a significant breakthrough for physics?
If this were true, then the slight butterfly-winged breeze I caused is actually a tornado-level force!
The more Han Cheng thought about it, the stranger and more amazed he felt. His steps quickened.
He couldn’t wait to see Lame and ask what exactly the pecan hit had enlightened him to—was it indeed about universal gravitation?
If so, then Lame was not just the tribe’s first carpenter anymore!
“Divine Child!”
Han Cheng, Shaman, and the others arrived at the carpenter’s workshop. The other carpenters resting there immediately breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing them and hurried to greet them.
“Where is Lame? Where is he?”
Han Cheng lowered his voice to ask the few carpenters.
Infected by his urgency, they also lowered their voices in reply and pointed toward the workshop.
Calming himself, Han Cheng and Shaman walked toward the carpenter’s workshop.
As they reached the door, the scene inside came into view.
Lame sat on a wooden stump, his hands moving constantly.
Some flexible vines swayed back and forth with his fingers.
An unrecognizable object was gradually taking shape.
Though it was still unclear what the object was, from what had been woven so far, it was almost certainly a round shape!
Had Lame’s head really been enlightened by the pecan?
Did gravity inspire this round object to represent the shape of the Earth?
Lame clearly had not yet emerged from some mysterious state and didn’t notice Han Cheng, Shaman, or the others arriving—he was entirely absorbed in his work.
At times, he furrowed his brow deeply in thought.
Shaman wanted to call out to Lame but was stopped by Han Cheng.
Han Cheng didn’t want Shaman to interrupt and also instructed the carpenters not to speak loudly.
Before coming here, Han Cheng had seen many things and knew that sometimes people enter a mysterious realm.
In such a state, some can grasp insights that are usually difficult to understand or accomplish tasks that are otherwise impossible.
If disturbed or forcibly awakened, the sudden enlightenment opportunity might vanish, or worse, endanger one’s life.
Though he knew most online stories about this were exaggerated and not very credible, Lame’s current state really resembled a sudden enlightenment.
Disturbing him now wouldn’t be life-threatening, but could break his train of thought and make him forget everything.
Following Han Cheng’s instructions, the workshop fell utterly silent.
Han Cheng quietly squatted at the door, peeking inside at Lame’s continuous weaving.
As Lame’s work under his hands increased, Han Cheng’s eyes grew wider, his heart stirring like turbulent waves.
The shock was almost as great as when he first realized he had been transmigrated to the primitive era without any special powers—just slightly less.
The shock peaked when Lame wove a semicircle.
The reason it peaked at the semicircle instead of a whole sphere was that just as Han Cheng had almost fully convinced himself that Lame was weaving a sphere and was waiting for him to finish and reveal that the earth beneath their feet was round, Lame suddenly stopped weaving downward.
He sat still, thinking for a long while, then resumed—but everything had changed, going in a direction completely unexpected by Han Cheng.
Instead of continuing the rest of the semicircle, Lame bent the “bones” made of vines outward at one side—about a quarter of the semicircle’s length.
After bending, he continued weaving.
“Oh, come on!”
Staring wide-eyed at the object fully formed in Lame’s hands, Han Cheng couldn’t help but curse under his breath.
This wasn’t a round ball at all—it was clearly a woven vine safety helmet!
The semicircle was the main body of the helmet, and the protruding front part was the brim.
Seeing this vine-woven safety helmet in Lame’s hands, Han Cheng’s faith collapsed instantly.
Forget the pecan hitting the head and discovering universal gravitation, or inferring the Earth’s round shape from gravitation.
All that sudden enlightenment stuff?
Online authors really exaggerate things; today, Han Cheng finally believed their nonsense!
Lame, immersed in the object he had created and joyfully unable to contain himself, was startled by Han Cheng’s exclamation filled with disbelief, collapse, disappointment, and frustration.
When Lame turned, he found the Divine Child had quietly appeared at the door.
Already very happy, Lame’s joy grew even more.
Showing off a marvelous creation to the Divine Child and getting a five-star praise was what Lame loved most.
He immediately put on the freshly woven, still warm vine safety helmet.
Then, full of excitement, he started telling Han Cheng all the advantages of the safety helmet.
“Wear this, and if something hits your head, it won’t hurt!”
Lame said excitedly, glancing at the pecan trees outside the door as he spoke.
Han Cheng couldn’t help but twitch his nose again at this.
Indeed, not everyone is the great Newton.
Newton was struck on the head by an apple and thought of universal gravitation, but Lame, hit by pecans, wove a safety helmet…
Perhaps if the great Newton had been sitting under a chestnut tree instead of an apple tree, and a chestnut with its shell had hit his head, maybe what he would have thought up back then wouldn’t have been universal gravitation—but a safety helmet, just like Lame now…
This shows that it really matters what kind of tree you sit under.
People under the bodhi tree became Buddhas, under the apple tree became great scientists, and under the pecan tree, one thought to make a safety helmet to wear on their head…
Sigh!
One really shouldn’t have too much internal drama in life!
Lame, picking up a shelled pecan and tossing it at his safety helmet to prove its usefulness, saw the long-sighing, silent Divine Child turn and leave, his back looking especially desolate.
Han Cheng couldn’t help but reach up and rub his still slightly aching head, feeling his brain like mush.
After putting on this vine helmet, getting hit on the head by pecans really didn’t hurt!
And not just pecans—when fighting with other tribes, wearing this vine helmet, even getting hit by stones on the head basically didn’t cause bleeding. So what’s wrong with Divine Child today?
Of course, Han Cheng wouldn’t tell Lame what happened to him today.
With all this internal drama, followed by a harsh reality check, it wasn’t easy to admit.
But not long after, Han Cheng, hiding in a corner, rubbed his face hard with his hands to compose himself and then turned back.
Because Han Cheng understood the protective value of this vine helmet better than Lame.
Not only would it prevent pecan hits from causing damage, but it could also be promoted for use in the Copper Mountain mines.
Wearing this helmet would further improve the safety of miners.
Moreover, with some modifications, it could be turned into a helmet to match vine armor, making the tribe’s warriors safer when going out to battle.
What a miscalculation, what a miscalculation!
Necessary protective gear like safety helmets had never occurred to him before—he truly wasn’t a qualified time traveler.
“Lame, this is great! Add two ropes tied under the chin so it won’t fall off when worn.”
After calming down, Han Cheng gave a thumbs-up to the somewhat disappointed Lame and offered improvement advice.
Hearing this, Lame immediately smiled broadly again.
Following Han Cheng’s suggestion, they found two hemp ropes and, under Han Cheng’s guidance, tied them to the sides of the helmet and then knotted them under the chin.
“Divine Child, it really doesn’t fall off!”
Lame shook his head left and right, amazed that the vine helmet really stayed on as Han Cheng said.
After shaking his head with the vine helmet on for a while, Lame was about to take it off when Han Cheng suddenly laughed and said, “Lame, don’t take it off yet. Let’s test the helmet’s defense.”
Lame stopped removing it at those words.
Since the vine helmet was just woven, it needed a proper test of its defensive capability.
Only after testing the defense could they improve it based on its strength or weakness.
But when Lame saw the bronze hammer in Han Cheng’s hand, his newfound enlightenment instantly collapsed, and he wanted someone else to wear the vine helmet.
“It’s fine, I’ll hit it gently.”
Han Cheng smiled and reassured Lame.
Primitive people were straightforward; if it were someone from another era, they would have shot back, “If it’s fine, why don’t you wear the helmet and I hit it?”
So, in the next moment, a very peculiar scene happened in the carpenter’s workshop.
“Bang.”
Han Cheng lightly hit Lame’s vine helmet with the bronze hammer.
“Does it hurt?”
Han Cheng asked.
Lame, who had been anxious moments before, immediately relaxed after the hit—he didn’t feel any pain at all!
“No, it doesn’t hurt!”
Lame answered excitedly.
Han Cheng raised the hammer again and hit harder.
“Does it hurt?”
“No!”
Lame became even more excited.
“Does it hurt?”
“No!”
…
“Does it hurt?”
“Yes, a little dizzy…”
Han Cheng, who was used to Lame always saying “no pain,” swung the hammer halfway before realizing Lame was actually hurt and quickly stopped.
Putting down the hammer, Han Cheng and Lame, who had taken off the helmet, feeling a bit dizzy, sat on the ground and stared at the vine helmet in front of them.
The vine helmet Lame wove had some defensive ability, but it wasn’t as strong as imagined. However, it wasn’t as bad as the cheap helmets some workers wore that would shatter from a single collision.
“Can you weave a bigger vine helmet? Put this small helmet inside the big one.
But don’t let the two helmets touch completely. It’s best to leave some space at the top—the more space, the better.”
After thinking for a bit, Han Cheng said this to Lame.
Lame didn’t quite understand Han Cheng’s idea.
He knew making a two-layer helmet was good—two layers are stronger than one.
But why should the two vine helmets not be tightly pressed together? Why should there be a gap, and the bigger the better?
Though he didn’t understand Divine Child’s intention, Lame nodded decisively and started working immediately.
Lame’s dexterity was impressive. His fingers, though rough and clumsy in appearance, moved nimbly, making the vines weave back and forth like a butterfly weaving through flowers.
Well, the butterfly was a bit larger than usual.
After a while, a large semicircular vine helmet appeared in Lame’s hands.
Then he put the smaller helmet inside the larger one and fixed it with vines.
“Does it hurt?”
“No!”
“Are you dizzy?”
“No!”
After Lame finished weaving and wearing the double-layer vine helmet, this dialogue happened again in the workshop.
Lame, whose helmet was being struck by Han Cheng’s hammer, suddenly understood why Divine Child wanted a gap between the two helmets…

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Chapter 798: The Fruit Left Behind Hits the Head, Leading to Enlightenment of Lame