A Visit To The Village's Soulsmith

Early the following morning, when the last heavenly black light was retracted, Fei slowly opened his eyes.

The two sisters Hong and Shuang came in from outside the house on time. Hong was holding a basin of wash water, and Shuang was holding a tray. There were fresh milk tea, a large bowl of rice, and some grilled meat on the tray.

The rice was brought by the tribesmen when they went to the city the previous day. Due to the rarity of this particular rice, it was not always available to the tribe. This couldn't help but make Fei miss his previous life very much.

In all regards to food, compared with the single food here,  the past life with all kinds of food was much better.

The two sisters put the things on the wooden table and stood by themselves, pouting their mouths one by one, in an indifferent manner. They didn't even look at Fei. They were obviously still angry about what happened the previous day.

Treating one's own master in this way was not allowed in a family with a slight identity. Which slave dare to be angry with the master? The slave was obviously tired of living. But the relationship between the two sisters and Fei was certainly not a pure master-servant relationship.

First of all, from the perspective of Fei's thinking, they did not agree with such an existence. In addition, Mu Tuo and his wife love the two sisters even more, just like their children. So the three of them should be more siblings than master-slave.

Fei, who was so shrewd, had already seen that the two sisters were still annoyed with him about the previous day's affairs, and were not speaking to her. So, he pretended to ignore them. He washed his face and began eating breakfast slowly. While he was eating, the sisters went outside.

As soon as he finished eating, he took a piece of straw paper from the table and started drawing on it.

After the two sisters came back from the pot, they still ignored him, and the three of them were in a stalemate. Inside the hut, only Fei was busy at the table alone. The two sisters just stood in the doorway as if they wanted to retch.

Immediately Fei finished drawing one picture, he began to draw the second picture, then the third and fourth pictures, and when he reached the fifth picture, the sisters couldn't hold back their curiosity.

The sisters were pretending to be angry, hoping that Fei could take the initiative to coax them, so as to find a little parity for what happened a day before. It was the first time in a few years that Fei was painting something so focused.

They had seen Fei made some drawings in the past, but he finished it with just one or two drawings. And every time the drawn thing turned into a real thing, it was a surprise.

Unexpectedly, there were four pictures in one painting this time, and he started to draw the fifth picture again. Obviously, he planned to do something very complicated.

The two sisters leaned in unconsciously, staring at Fei inexplicably while he drew incomprehensible lines.

"My son, what exactly is this you painted? It looks so strange." Shuang asked curiously.

Fei ignored her, still focused on the thing he was drawing. Seeing Fei ignored her, Shuang gave Hong a wink, and Hong understood what Shuang meant.

In the morning like this, Shuang usually went dark and sharp with what she talked, and only Hong, with her bright and colourful words, could coax her son to play. Obviously, the effect of this cooperation was very good.

So Hong asked, "My son, are you doing great things again? Is it for fun or for hunting?"

After a while, Fei took the pen and looked at the two girls and said, "Sisters are not angry with me?"

"Don't be silly. How can we be angry with you?" Hong asked smilingly.

"Hurry up and tell the truth, otherwise you will see me tear your face." Shuang suddenly stared, and said sternly.

Fei couldn't help covering his face, and said nervously, "Okay. I'll say it right away."

They saw Fei flipped out the first drawing and pointed to the figure above and said: "This is how I want the crafted item to look like. I call this thing 'Hand Cannon". It's used for hunting. How about it, great?"

Shuang couldn't help asking curiously: "Hand Cannon? What a strange name. Does it have anything to do with the black powder brought by the patriarch yesterday?"

"Yes, it's related, and the powder is a very important material. If there is no powder, then this thing can only be used as a battering club."

Fei pointed to the drawing and continued: "Look, this is called a barrel. It needs to be rolled out of bronze. Just put the powder in the bulbous powder chamber behind the barrel, put iron sand or pellets in the barrel, and pull the string at the back to ignite it and the iron sand or pellets will fly out along the barrel and kill the prey."

Hong couldn't help frowning and said, "Sounds so complicated. Son, do you think this thing is better than bows and arrows?"

"Well. If it succeeds, it can be ten times more powerful than a bow and arrow." Fei put away the drawing, and said smugly: "Come, let's find Uncle Mammoth."

Afterwards, the three ran out of the room excitedly.

Stone houses were rare in the tribe. In order to facilitate hunting, small tribes with less than a thousand people were always moving and chasing their prey. Therefore, in general tribes, houses that were easy to dismantle and carry along, were used as dwellings.

However, the Tiang tribe, a small tribe with only around three hundred people, had a house built of stone. And this house was not built among the tribe's houses, but was built two to three hundred meters away from the outskirts of the tribe.

At this moment, there was a thin, middle-aged man with a height of more than one and a half meters standing in front of the iron bloom outside the house, hammering an iron sword continuously, and the sound of metal hammering continued to be heard from a long distance.

It felt full of rhythm and power.

There was a melting furnace beside the man, and the red charcoal fire reflects the rust color of the man's strong body.