I am a Primitive Man-Chapter 799: Foreseeing the Future? No! This Is a Curse!

I am a Primitive Man-Chapter 799: Foreseeing the Future? No! This Is a Curse!

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 time to time.
Shaman, wearing the recently made double-layer vine helmet, stood to the side while Lame held a bronze hammer 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 helmet being hammered on his head by Lame with curiosity and envy.
They looked eager, wanting to replace Shaman as the one getting hammered.
These onlookers had heard how Lame was struck on the head by falling pecans, and with Divine Child’s help, had made a helmet which not only protected against pecans but also against hammer strikes—and now they were enthusiastically watching the demonstration.
“Alright, alright.”
Seeing that Lame had already hit Shaman’s head four or five times 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 helmet, but too many hits would be bad.
After all, the hammer strikes would get stronger with each hit going forward.
“I’ll try!”
Just as Shaman was reluctantly about to take off the double-layer helmet, Tietou, who had been watching anxiously nearby, rushed forward, grabbed the helmet, and put it on his head.
He tied the two ropes under his chin like Shaman did, then called Lame to hit his head with the hammer.
“Hit harder! It doesn’t hurt at all!”
Tietou was definitely a naturally gifted guy.
Someone who casually banged pecans on his head like a show-off indeed couldn’t be measured by usual standards.
Lame hit three times, each time harder than the last, while Tietou complained that Lame 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, Lame suddenly had an immature idea…
Since making the hollow double-layer vine helmet, Lame had never struck it with full force.
He wondered how well it would defend against a full-power hit from the bronze hammer.
“Well, I’m going to go all out this time.”
Lame, holding the bronze hammer, looked at Tietou and confirmed.
“Yes, yes!”
Tietou might be afraid of some things, but not this—he was truly fearless.
If a bronze hammer hit his bare head hard enough, it could cause a big bump that would take a long time to heal; he had tested that himself before, and now he didn’t even want to wear the vine helmet.
After getting Tietou’s consent, Lame didn’t hesitate and brought the hammer down hard on Tietou’s head, wearing the double-layer vine helmet.
After the strike, the outer layer of the vine helmet dented inward but quickly popped back out, bouncing Lame’s bronze hammer 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 Lame and Tietou.
When he belatedly realized what they meant, 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 metal.
If Lame really swung the hammer with full force…
But his shout came too late; the hammer had already slammed hard onto Tietou’s vine helmet.
“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 helmet on his head to wobble.
He didn’t answer immediately 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 helmet 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 hammer blow directly on it…
Han Cheng was about to ask someone to help Tietou rest aside.
But unexpectedly, Tietou stood there and didn’t want to leave. Instead, he said something that left Han Cheng dumbfounded:
“Feels great! Hit me again!”
Looking at the damaged, deformed vine helmet on his head and the excited look in his eyes as he stared at the bronze hammer in Lame’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 Lame hit Tietou’s head again with the bronze hammer.
If he caused a concussion, that would be really bad.
Not only did Han Cheng forbid Lame from hitting him again, but he also strictly ordered Tietou never to secretly wear the vine helmet and hammer his own head alone again.
Tietou, who showed little regret when Han Cheng stopped Lame from hitting him, immediately wilted upon hearing this order.
Han Cheng sighed inwardly — having a stubborn head really lets you do whatever you want…
Although Han Cheng was somewhat perplexed by their behavior, this incident helped him roughly understand the vine helmet’s defensive level.
Tietou took Lame’s full-force bronze hammer hits wearing the helmet, 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 came after hearing of Tietou’s glorious feat.
Those already interested in the vine helmets became even more eager.
The eldest senior brother even put on his own set of vine armor, placed the somewhat damaged vine helmet on his head, then took his usual vine shield into his hand. Instantly, he felt invincible.
Of course, if the safety-helmet-style vine helmet 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 Lame got hit on the head—had its basic framework and method finalized after testing.
What remained were just some detailed issues.
For example, adding a circular ring made of bamboo or other woven material inside the vine helmet to make it fit more securely on the head…
Thanks to the continuous efforts of Lame, 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 time being.
Therefore, after making some detailed improvements to the double-layer vine helmets with Lame, Han Cheng decided to slow down the production of donkey carts and switch to making more of these double-layer safety helmets.
Although weaving these vine helmets was more complicated, their small size meant that once skilled, a typical weaver could make two per day without issue.
After about four or five days, Lame and the others had woven fifty or sixty helmets.
Han Cheng then asked Mao, Shang, and others to take these helmets 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, consumed a lot of food daily.
Without these outsiders, the Copper Mountain residential area might have become 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 time for the autumn harvest…
At the same time, 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—fundamental to the tribe’s development and not something 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 treatment, both survived and could continue working in the mine after some rest.
However, this unprecedented accident caused quite a stir in Copper Mountain.
People became anxious, especially frequent miners who grew very scared.
They no longer dared to enter the mine, which had always seemed calm and safe.
Every time 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 moment of puzzlement, 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 helmet. Wear it and you don’t have to worry about getting hit on the head…”
Shang put a safety helmet on Third Senior Brother’s head while explaining its function.
Then he recounted the impressive story of Tietou wearing the helmet and being hit hard by Lame with a bronze hammer, only feeling a bit dizzy but otherwise fine, which further strengthened the helmet’s credibility.
After hearing this, those who had doubts about the vine helmet’s protection immediately relaxed.
Third Senior Brother, who had been worrying about mine safety, felt a sudden ease.
He distributed helmets to the miners for them to wear.
Those who had been fearful of the mine now felt fearless with the helmets, grabbing their hammers and picks and working vigorously inside.
After all, this so-called safety helmet was specially made by the Divine Child and Lame!
Tietou was struck directly with the hammer 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 hammer.
With these helmets, 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 helmet 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 something.
The accident in the Copper Mountain area happened two days ago, and today Mao and the others had already brought the helmets.
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 helmets in advance but also having Mao and others transport them here ahead of time…
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 same amazed expression.
Before, they were simply glad that the safety helmets 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, became even greater and more majestic.
If it were some straightforward people like Third Senior Brother, that’s one thing; but if it were people from later times, 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 time with no accidents. Now suddenly, just because you made some helmets, and before they were even delivered, something bad happened here and almost caused someone’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, remembering 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 some distance, they met 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 meeting those seeking help at the main tribe, they hadn’t stayed long enough to distribute these gifts.
Now, on the return journey with more time, they finally gave out the gifts.
The trade team lingered a bit, answered questions about why the Divine Child hadn’t come this time, and then resumed 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 time to come 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 meet 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 somewhat dazed.
How did this coincidence happen? Just as they finished making and sending the safety helmets, someone’s head got crushed in the Copper Mountain mine.
Was this an unbelievable coincidence? Or was he some 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 some mysterious revelation.
At once, Shang, Mao, and the others looked extremely surprised.
Wasn’t it supposed to be that the Divine Child received instructions from heavenly gods or used some mystical method to foresee the accident and make arrangements?
Now it turned out to be just a guess?
After a while of shock, Shang and Mao gradually seemed to realize something 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 phenomenon, especially for significant figures or those who have achieved mastery in some field.
Often, ordinary events happening to them immediately take on many extra meanings.
And most of these meanings are added by others, just like with Han Cheng now.
This is the so-called “even a god’s fart smells sweet.”
After producing a batch of safety helmets, Han Cheng began sketching helmet designs from movies on paper and explained them to Bo, hoping Bo could replicate those styles.
After all, a safety helmet is fine for mining or construction, but for battle, a proper helmet is better…

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Chapter 799: Foreseeing the Future? No! This Is a Curse!