I am a Primitive Man

“Can’t this fly?

Wait a moment, I’ll make one that can fly.”

The Great Divine Child spoke to Shitou with a seemingly calm demeanor.

Holding the small snakeskin parachute, Shitou immediately became cheerful again.

His expression was surprise and delight, almost as if he wanted to kick Han Cheng a few times in the rear.

Didn’t you know how difficult it is to make a Kongming lantern now?

While Han Cheng was smiling on the outside, inside, he felt like a thousand strange creatures were running around, howling in chaos.

“Go cut a bamboo pole and bring it back. Cut it from the root.”

Han Cheng handed the stone hoe to Shitou and instructed him.

Shitou was so excited that he felt like he had been given a shot of adrenaline. He eagerly responded and, faster than a rabbit, dashed out of the courtyard, kicking up dust as he sprinted toward the bamboo forest.

Watching Shitou quickly leave the courtyard, Han Cheng stood with his hands behind his back, a composed and serene smile on his face, but suddenly, his expression fell.

He crouched down, cradling his head in his hands, slowly sucking on his teeth.

A child who is too earnest and loves to learn is too much to handle; this is truly a challenge for the master!

This was Han Cheng’s silent lament.

One would think that a Kongming lantern is simple to construct. Later, at riverside squares during the Lantern Festival, they cost no more than five coins each, illustrating their simplicity and low cost.

The problem is that times have changed. Materials that will be common in the future can be incredibly difficult to find in this era.

No lightweight paper or thin material is available to replace the snakeskin, but this material is just as light and airtight.

The frame could be made of thin bamboo splints, which wouldn’t add much weight.

Flammable materials could be made from scraps of hemp cloth soaked in oil or pine resin, which is fairly easy to deal with. These three points are straightforward solutions.

The key issue lies in the material used to tie the oiled cloth to the bottom of the Kongming lantern. This is a real hair-pulling problem.

Ordinary hemp rope definitely won’t work; using it to bind would likely cause the lantern to catch fire before it even gets off the ground.

The effect wouldn't differ much if he switched to leather ropes or animal tendons. Likely, it wouldn’t even rise two meters before the ropes burned through, causing the fireball to drop from the sky along with the snakeskin lantern. ŕÀℕǑ฿ÈŠ

The best material would be fine, soft iron wire.

But the problem is that it simply doesn’t exist.

Not to mention fine, soft iron wire and other metals like copper wire, steel wire, and aluminum wire… the Green Sparrow tribe has none of these.

Their only metal tools are hammers, iron stakes, and axes… all heavy stuff.

Not only can these items not be used to bind the oiled cloth and connect it to the Kongming lantern, but even if they could, Han Cheng wouldn’t use them.

The reason is simple: to create such a heavy item, how large would the Kongming lantern be, and how big of a flame would it require?

This is truly a life-threatening problem.

“Brother Cheng, why are you squatting on the ground?”

While he was lost in thought, suddenly, a voice rang out from behind him—Bai Xue had arrived. Han Cheng was startled as he hadn’t noticed her coming.

He looked up at this silent figure, who still seemed like a minor in the future, and suppressed his shock, saying, “I’m tired from digging, just squatting down to rest.”

He made up a lie quickly.

He would never confess the trouble the Kongming lantern was causing him, even if it killed him.

After all, the Great Divine Child cared about his reputation.

As a person from the future, being stumped by such a small thing—how could he possibly admit it?

Especially in front of Bai Xue, he couldn’t say he couldn’t do it.

“Then… why are you holding your head?”

The relentless questioning from his soul continued, and Han Cheng rolled his eyes helplessly in his heart.

Indeed, the deepest wounds often come from those closest to you.

However, Bai Xue’s barrage of questions was not over yet.

Seeing Han Cheng wasn’t answering, she tilted her head, thought momentarily, and then cheerfully exclaimed, “I know! You’re holding your head to rest so you can recover faster!”

As she spoke, she squatted down next to Han Cheng, mimicking his pose with her hands behind her head, looking like two cabbages waiting to be stolen.

Han Cheng looked at Bai Xue, who was gazing at him joyfully, and felt a wave of frustration.

What do you know?!

Doing this could quickly get you into trouble, you know?

He glanced at Bai Xue’s belly, secretly scoffing but refraining from reaching out.

For the child's sake, I’ll generously forgive you this time.

Han Cheng lowered his hands from his head, stood up, and resumed his stance with his hands behind his back.

It wasn’t that his silly wife provoked him but rather that a cloud of dust had risen outside the courtyard, swiftly approaching the entrance.

Sure enough, as he stood up, Shitou appeared at the door, shouldering a hoe and pulling a bamboo pole.

He hadn’t even cleared the branches behind the bamboo pole, dragging it along as he ran back. No wonder he was making such a commotion; it was almost like Zhang Fei at the Dangyang Bridge, tying branches to his horse’s tail and running around, creating a ruckus.

While Han Cheng was internally complaining, Shitou had already dashed into the courtyard. The bamboo branches swept against the tribe’s gate, causing it to shake back and forth.

Before the gate could settle down, Shitou arrived next to Han Cheng, holding the bamboo pole covered in dust and grinning widely.

He said nothing but communicated that he had brought back the bamboo pole, urging Han Cheng to get started.

Han Cheng felt an urge to hit him on the head.

But he ultimately restrained himself and began to break off a section of the bamboo.

This wasn’t Han Cheng’s area of expertise, and after quite a while of effort, he still hadn’t produced anything suitable.

At this moment, Shitou, who had realized what the Divine child wanted to make, showed remarkable awareness and, without a word, turned around and ran off.

He returned in just a little while, dragging along a limping figure.

Seeing the limping silhouette, Han Cheng couldn’t help but want to cry out in despair.

This little brat Shitou was asking for trouble, trying to push him to the limit!

Breaking bamboo strips was the specialty of the limping figure, and as the one who had trained him, Han Cheng knew this all too well.

He was aware of the limping figure’s skills but chose not to ask for help because, aside from being skilled, the limping figure also had a big mouth!

Anything fresh he learned would soon be blabbed all around, especially when it came to Han Cheng creating new things; he had an almost obsessive tendency to share.

In the past, Han Cheng enjoyed this atmosphere of many people gathering to watch in amazement, allowing him to play it cool.

But this time, it was completely different. Regarding the fireproof materials, he still had no clue whatsoever…

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