I Became The Chief Of A Primitive Village

Chapter 842, The Young Women’s Perception

Translator: Silavin

After Su Bai and the others returned to the Restful Night Building, Yu Ying immediately prepared Wolf Tail Grass Paper and quill pens.

Everyone gathered around the table, all staring with wide, round eyes.

They seemed to anticipate the cannon’s creation, looking exactly like children waiting for their meals.

Su Bai laughed at the scene before him, saying, “It won’t happen that quickly. Don’t be so impatient.”

Although he already had a mental design, he certainly couldn’t draw everything out instantly.

Moreover, the drawing process required time and sufficient space for contemplation.

Now, with everyone gathered around, the young women had scattered his concentration.

“Alright.” Although Yan Hua wanted to continue watching, upon reflection she realised this really wasn’t appropriate.

How could everyone crowd around watching whilst the Shaman was working?

“I’ll go prepare fruit for the Shaman.” Yu Ying stood up and walked towards the storage room.

On the second floor, one room served specifically as a storage area, containing many fresh fruits and vegetables.

As well as Wolf Tail Grass Paper, Shaman Bone Tablet crafting materials, and so forth. Whatever one needed could be found inside.

“Shaman, then I’ll continue to the Central Market. I’ll return tonight to look.” Sha Lan also stood up, preparing to leave.

“Then I’ll go with you.” Yan Hua followed behind as well.

*Step step step…*

Su Bai watched the young women’s departing figures with relief. Although staying with them was indeed quite pleasant, when working, he still preferred being alone. Only then could he concentrate fully without the girls attracting his attention.

“The most important components in creating cannons are the cannon carriage and cannon barrel. These two constitute the cannon’s most crucial parts.” Su Bai frowned, holding the quill pen whilst continuing to mutter: “Next is the ammunition storage location. After igniting the fuse, it must rapidly expel the projectile, otherwise there would be trouble…”

He felt grateful now that he had read extensively back on Earth and watched numerous videos.

Moreover, he had been an author back then. Otherwise, Transmigrating here, he truly wouldn’t know what to do.

He would not know how to proceed with various matters. He probably would not even know how to create fire by friction, let alone conceive of creating cannons now.

However, having ideas in one’s mind and actualising those ideas were two different matters. After all, what needed doing was illustrating the principles.

Drawing out the cannon’s operational principles was most difficult, because from start to finish, everything had to be demonstrated through illustrations.

Who could blame the Primitive Era’s people for being illiterate? Even though Su Bai’s mind had already received the Old Shaman’s inheritance, most people in the Flame Dragon Tribe didn’t understand words. So, even Su Bai’s knowledge was useless.

Even though the Flame Dragon Tribe’s people were currently learning Chinese characters, mastering them still required time. Su Bai likewise had no way to write the operational principles on paper, since too many terms were still not taught. The only thing workshop personnel could comprehend was illustrations.

“The hard life of an illustrator…” Su Bai self-deprecatingly began drawing.

Previously, back on Earth, he had worked as a concept artist. He had thought that after resigning, he could finally stop drawing continuously.

Back then, he had resigned specifically to write novels. He had felt relieved that he finally wouldn’t need to stay up all night drawing every day.

However, after writing novels, he discovered it also required staying up late every night. Nevertheless, since it was work he enjoyed doing, he felt it didn’t matter.

He just absolutely hadn’t anticipated that now, after Transmigrating and becoming a Tribe’s Shaman, he would still need to draw.

Such was the fate of an illustrator. Even if they were fortunate enough to Transmigrate, their job remained the same.

*Rustle rustle rustle…*

The sound of drawing continued constantly. Due to Su Bai’s previously formidable artistic foundation, drawing now presented absolutely no difficulty.

In just over an hour, the cannon’s front, back, left, right, and overhead views had already been completed.

The cannon Su Bai drew was the type used in ancient Earth warfare. That cannon’s structure was extremely simple, yet its power was anything but simple.

He naturally wanted to draw cannons with tremendous power and simple operation. However, current technology simply couldn’t achieve this.

The cannon he drew now comprised two components: a cannon carriage and a cannon barrel.

One simply needed to load ammunition into the cannon barrel, place the cannon barrel on the cannon carriage, transport it out, ignite the fuse, and aim at the target.

Although manufacturing was simple, this only applied to Earth. Here, it would still be extremely difficult.

“I’ve already drawn it this meticulously. Those people should be able to understand, right?” Su Bai felt slightly concerned.

He sighed, shook his head, picked up the quill pen and continued supplementing. He felt it needed to be drawn even more comprehensively.

*Rustle rustle rustle…*

He then dissected the cannon, drawing each component with particular detail.

Moreover, he drew each component’s front, back, left, right, top and bottom, ensuring absolutely foolproof precision.

This prevented errors at any stage, avoiding accidents when subsequently testing the cannons.

“This is much better. With the steam engine, after they melt the iron ore and reshape it, it shouldn’t be difficult. In any case, let’s try first.” Su Bai muttered.

*Step step step…*

Just then, Yan Hua and the others returned successively from the Central Market, both smiling cheerfully.

Hearing the sound, Su Bai raised his head, glancing towards the floor-to-ceiling window, discovering dusk had already arrived.

He sighed appreciatively, setting down the quill pen with a smile: “Without realising it, the sky’s almost dark.”

“Shaman, how are things progressing with the cannon?” Yan Hua’s first thought was the cannon.

Whilst wandering the Central Market outside, the cow horned girl’s mind had continuously dwelt on the cannon.

“Have a look.” Su Bai smiled, passing the blueprints over.

Despite drawing all afternoon, he felt absolutely no finger soreness. Most likely due to his continuously strengthening Physique.

Previously, back on Earth, drawing for less than half an hour required stopping to flex his finger joints.

Now, however, after drawing intensively for several hours straight, he felt absolutely no fatigue.

Precisely because of this, Su Bai hadn’t noticed the sky gradually darkening.

“This thing is the cannon? It looks somewhat similar to a carriage.” Yan Hua’s first glance noticed those two large wheels.

“Like a huge firearm?” Sha Lan noticed the cannon barrel instead.

“Correct. This is the cannon. The two wheels facilitate transporting the cannon, because the cannon itself is very heavy.”

Su Bai drank some tea whilst resting, continuing. “The cannon’s principles are similar to firearms.”

He greatly admired the young women’s perceptiveness. They had immediately identified the two most crucial points.

“So that’s how it is.” Both Yan Hua and Sha Lan nodded in astonishment.

They each held the blueprints, examining them carefully, practically wishing they could press their eyes directly onto the paper.