I Became The Chief Of A Primitive Village

Chapter 155, Don’t Spread False Rumours

Translator: Silavin

Su Bai stood up and dusted off his hands, satisfied with the growth of these crops.

However, there was still one issue he needed to confirm before he could truly be at ease. That was to test whether the land that had been planted once would produce crops that grew just as quickly when planted a second time.

If the growth speed slowed down during the second planting, it would be quite troublesome. They could not keep changing the location of the farmland, after all.

“Shaman, are we going to find Uncle Gu Mu now?” Yu Ying curiously asked.

“Yes, I want him to make some Straw Sandals first. They might come in handy when we reclaim our Ancestral Land.” Su Bai said.

With footwear, the warriors could fearlessly tread on gravel and run faster, which would undoubtedly be advantageous in battle.

Su Bai and Yu Ying walked to Gu Mu’s Teepee. He was outside, whittling a wooden stick, seemingly preparing to make a recurve bow.

Last time, when Su Bai learned that recurve bows were very helpful in hunting Stone Armoured Crocodiles, he gave the book on making recurve bows to Gu Mu. He told him to stop making longbows and start researching recurve bows, as their power was far greater than the longbows.

“Shaman, please come inside the Teepee and have a seat. The Sun is too strong outside.” Gu Mu stopped his work and hurriedly lifted the Teepee’s door flap.

Su Bai waved his hand and said, “It’s fine. I’m here because I have something new for you to research.”

Gu Mu quickly stroked his grey-white beard and said with vigour, “Shaman, what is it?”

Su Bai handed over the book and said, “I want you to make Straw Sandals. This is a book on how to do it.”

He had been struggling with whether to give out this book, but after thinking about it, what was the point of keeping it to himself? Could he make them himself? Copy it out? Did he have time to copy it? Even if he did, would the copy be as accurate?

Moreover, he felt that Gu Mu, being over seventy years old and having dedicated his life to the Tribe, was a trustworthy person. So, giving him the Straw Sandal Crafting Guide was not that bad of an idea.

“A crafting book? Shaman, let me take a look,” Gu Mu reached out with his calloused and scarred hands to take the book.

He was amazed by the book cover when he first saw it, and the feel of the book in his hands also surprised him. The smooth cover, strange text, and the texture was similar to Wolf Tail Grass Paper but were much better. It filled Gu Mu with curiosity.

He casually flipped through the first page, the second page… After looking at several pages, his already bright eyes widened even more.

“Shaman, is this… are these Straw Sandals? The kind we can wear on our feet?” Gu Mu immediately recognized what was depicted in the book.

“Yes, can you make them?” Su Bai asked, though Gu Mu’s excited expression already said it all.

Gu Mu’s eyes were constantly drawn to the contents of the book, looking eager to try.

He reluctantly closed the book and looked up, nodding firmly, “Shaman, don’t worry, I will definitely make them.”

“That’s good, but don’t stay up too late. Arrange your time between making recurve bows and Straw Sandals. At this stage, the recurve bows are still more important,” Su Bai instructed.

“I understand, but the process of making recurve bows is quite complex. It takes around two days to make one, which is a bit slow. What does the Shaman think?” Gu Mu asked.

The process of making recurve bows was unlike any other. If any step went wrong, the entire bow would be ruined, so each step had to be carefully done.

Making longbows was far easier. Two or three could be made in a day, which was of much higher yield.

Apart from the longbows used by the Tribe’s Archery Team, there were ten longbows suitable for Totem Warriors, and that was it.

“How many recurve bows have been made so far?” Su Bai curiously asked.

It was worth noting that recurve bows were best suited for Totem Warriors, as their power was much stronger when they used them compared to ordinary people.

“Two in total. I’ll go get them for the Shaman to see if they’re what you want.” Gu Mu turned and went into the Teepee.

[Such amazing physical strength and attitude.] Su Bai praised in his heart, admiring Uncle Gu Mu.

Gu Mu soon brought out two recurve bows and handed them over, saying, “Shaman, take a look. I made them exactly according to the book you gave me.”

When he received the book on recurve bow crafting techniques, he was just as excited. Although he could not read the text, there were diagrams for the steps. He was so engrossed in studying it that he even forgot to eat his roasted meat.

Su Bai took the two recurve bows and examined them carefully. He found that although they differed slightly from the recurve bows produced by the System, there were no major changes overall. Of course, they were a bit heavier, and the bowstring was still made from Ferocious Beast Tendons, ensuring their durability.

“Have you tried them? How’s the power?” What Su Bai most wanted to know was the explosive force of these recurve bows.

“As soon as they were made, following the Shaman’s instructions, I had Cang Shi try them. He thought the power was good, close to the one Shaman had given him.” Gu Mu said with a strong voice.

When Su Bai gave Gu Mu this book, he told him to have Cang Shi test the bows once they were made, rather than bringing them to the Teepee.

As long as Cang Shi found them suitable, that was enough. After all, Su Bai was not very knowledgeable about which weapons felt best for Totem Warriors, so letting the Totem Warriors experience it for themselves was the best approach.

“That’s good. Make them according to the two you’ve already made. Ensure that we have ten by the time we fight to reclaim our Ancestral Land.” Su Bai solemnly stated. [Having ten recurve bows at this stage is already quite good. As long as these ten recurve bows hit their mark every time, they would serve as a major deterrent.]

“Understood.” Gu Mu was equally serious. He looked down at the book in his hand and curiously asked, “Shaman, where do these books come from?”

He was truly too curious. The two books Su Bai had given him were so amazing that he was completely absorbed in them, wishing he could be satisfied by reading books instead of eating meat.

“This is something only a Shaman can know.” Su Bai said as he walked away.

If the Old Shaman heard this sentence, he would probably be angered to death, and then tell Su Bai, ‘Don’t spread false rumours!’