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Translator: Silavin
The next day, a strange phenomenon appeared in the Tribe. When some children tried to approach the newly cultivated sweet potato field, they were chased away by the cow horned girl.
The Tribe’s children, however, tirelessly went on more ‘adventures’, only to be intercepted by the suddenly appearing cow horned girl. The ‘monster’ who rewarded them with a few flicks to the forehead.
It was not until Su Bai gave the order that the mischievous children dared not go to the sweet potato field. The Shaman’s orders were absolute, and the children, influenced by the rest of the Tribe, all obeyed the Shaman’s instructions.
At this time, Su Bai was receiving Shan Qiu in his Teepee. The stone knife he had requested had now been sharpened, and Shan Qiu had personally brought it to him.
“You have difficulty moving around. You should have had someone deliver it. Why did you personally come all the way here?” Su Bai sighed.
“It’s fine, it doesn’t affect my movement at all,” Shan Qiu grinned, speaking honestly, “I was free, so I brought it over myself.”
He untied the stone knife from his back and handed it over with both hands, “Shaman, please check if it’s up to your standard. If not, I’ll go sharpen another one.”
Su Bai raised his hand to receive the stone knife. It felt heavy, probably about ten kilograms. Even with his Physique being twice that of an ordinary person, he still felt it to be a bit heavy.
The stone knife was about the length of a small forearm. Overall, it was grey in colour, with animal skin wrapped around the handle. The blade had been polished to be extremely smooth.
*Whoosh… whoosh…* Su Bai swung the stone knife a couple of times, creating the sound of cutting through air. [This stone knife is quite heavy. Its weight makes manoeuvring difficult on my wrist. In combat, the speed of blocking attacks would be slower.]
Shan Qiu had forgotten that the Shaman was not a Totem Warrior, and the stone knives he usually sharpened were mostly for Totem Warriors.
Shan Qiu tentatively asked, “Should I sharpen a bone knife for the Shaman instead?”
“No, this stone knife is good,” Su Bai refused. Although it was heavy, this was the perfect tool for him to train his body.
Moreover, they were about to set off for the Spotted Deer Tribe tomorrow. He currently lacked a weapon. Without iron tools, stone tools were the only choice.
At a later date, once he awakened his Totem, he would change to a new stone knife.
“Alright…” Shan Qiu saw the Shaman’s insistence and helplessly nodded.
Su Bai glanced at Shan Qiu’s amputated foot and softly asked, “Have you ever thought about using something else to replace your feet?”
Shan Qiu fell silent, then said in a hoarse voice, “I’ve tried every method I could think of. It’s simply impossible to find anything to replace lost feet.”
How could he be content? He used to be a Mid Grade Totem Warrior! Now, he could only stay in the Teepee sharpening stone tools. He still longed for the thrilling life of hunting Ferocious Beasts!
“I’ll think of a way. When we have the materials, I’ll make you a pair of prosthetic limbs,” Su Bai solemnly declared.
“Shaman, it’s fine. I’m doing well right now,” Shan Qiu grinned, taking the Shaman’s words as a form of comfort. He had tried every method he could think of. There simply was not anything in the world that could replace his feet.
Su Bai did not bother explaining further. Everything would be clear when the prosthetics were actually made. Giving too many promises now would only make others hopeful, while they agonise when it had not been delivered.
He changed the subject. “When sharpening stone tools, you must wear an animal skin mask. This will protect your lungs.”
“I always wear one. My coughing has improved a lot recently,” Shan Qiu quickly responded.
“When you have time, teach your skills to the young people in the Tribe. The Tribe lacks people like you,” Su Bai started to worry about the next generation of stone tool makers.
“Don’t worry, Shaman. I’m already selecting people,” Shan Qiu smiled, estimating the time and preparing to take his leave. He did not want to waste too much of the Shaman’s time.
Before leaving, he asked, “Shaman, do you need me to sharpen anything else?”
“I actually have something that needs to be crafted,” Su Bai remembered the hoe he needed yesterday.
“What is it?” Shan Qiu asked curiously.
“It’s called a stone hoe. It is specifically for ploughing soil,” Su Bai began to draw on the stone table with charcoal.
It was better to be prepared now, to avoid having to use wooden sticks to dig the soil.
After a glance, Shan Qiu grinned and said, “This is very simple to make. It can be sharpened in less than a day.”
“When you’ve sharpened it, just have someone deliver it,” Su Bai did not want Shan Qiu to make the journey back and forth.
“I understand.” Shan Qiu nodded, using his hands to push himself up, saying, “I’ll take my leave now, so as not to disturb the Shaman.”
“Alright.” Su Bai stood up to see him off.
“Shaman, you don’t need to see me out,” Shan Qiu quickly said.
“Let’s go,” Su Bai smiled gently.
Su Bai always had great respect for skilled people, especially skilled people with disabilities.
Shan Qiu pursed his lips, feeling his arms becoming more energised. After these two interactions, he could not be more satisfied with the new Shaman.
Su Bai saw Shan Qiu off to the outside of the Teepee. Su Bai watched Shan Qiu walk steadily and powerfully with his arms before silently withdrawing his gaze.
He stepped towards the classroom. They were setting off for the Spotted Deer Market tomorrow. Right now, he needed to go check on the quantity of the linen cloth.
“Shaman!” The two Warrior Trainees at the classroom door quickly saluted.
The classroom had now become an important place in the Tribe, with protective measures only slightly inferior to Su Bai’s Teepee. Every day, Warrior Trainees would guard the door, and unrelated personnel were not allowed to enter.
“En!” Su Bai smiled gently, stepping through the door to see Cang Shi turning to look at him.
“Shaman, you’ve come,” Cang Shi smiled and came forward to greet him.
“How many rolls of linen cloth do we have right now?” Su Bai asked.
“We have exactly thirty rolls of linen cloth,” Cang Shi smiled, unable to hide his excitement.
“All of you haven’t rested in these past two days?” Su Bai frowned and asked.
According to his calculations, they should have been able to weave about twenty rolls of linen cloth in three days.
“We’ve been resting. We just also weave at night,” Cang Shi quickly said.
“There’s no problem with the linen cloth, is there?” Su Bai was not very confident in these rough men.
“Absolutely no problem. We’ve had Yu Ying check everything,” Cang Shi patted his chest and guaranteed.
Since becoming Su Bai’s Shaman Priestess, the fox eared girl had become busier. She was also responsible for inspecting the linen cloth.
“Let everyone rest well tonight, especially the Totem Warriors. We’re setting off for the Spotted Deer Tribe tomorrow,” Su Bai instructed.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure everyone rests,” Cang Shi said in a serious tone.
“En,” Su Bai nodded, giving a knowing look. He soon stepped towards the exit of the classroom.
“…” Cang Shi’s face tightened, and he quickly followed him out of the classroom.
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