Chapter 7

Old Ping said calmly, "Your body is too weak."

Chang Ming suddenly sat up, ready to argue, but a sharp pain from deep within his bones made him bend over deeply.

Old Ping pointed to the sky and said, "I don't know about other things, but that kind of boat, all handmade, can you lift the planks? Do you have the strength to make it?"

The boat... He must be talking about the mechanical ferry that passes by in the morning and evening.

It was rare for Old Ping to say such a long sentence, and every word was a challenge to Chang Ming. But Chang Ming could only remain silent, saying nothing.

He had already noticed when he was cutting bamboo that his strength was far inferior to that of the villagers in Jinzhu Village. Old Ping was right; in this world, mechanical engineers relied entirely on manual labor. Some large mechanisms, like that mechanical ferry, required a lot of physical strength. How could one person make it without the strength?

Chang Ming remained silent, and after a while, he frowned. "Even with good physical strength, ordinary people can't do this, right? Is there any special training method?"

Old Ping and the village chief, of course, didn't know about such things, but Chang Ming kept it in mind.

From that day on, Chang Ming began to train.

Regardless of whether the mechanical engineers in this world had any special training methods, physical training was definitely necessary. Not to mention, he had heard that many materials needed to be collected by the engineers themselves, which involved climbing mountains and diving into the sea, and even fighting wild beasts...

Chang Ming became more and more convinced that he not only needed good physical strength but also had to learn some combat skills!

Thus, a figure that moved constantly appeared in the village, practicing with weights, jumping, and running. Chang Ming was not a professional, but he had seen basic physical training methods in various materials before. Now, whether they were effective or not, he decided to try them out.

In addition, his grandfather had taught him a set of hand exercises that he had been doing for over a decade. These exercises greatly improved the flexibility, resilience, and endurance of his hands. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to work for three days and three nights.

Training, slicing bamboo, hand exercises... These things filled Chang Ming's life. Strangely, the physical training seemed to improve his ability to slice bamboo. His sense of rhythm improved, and the speed of slicing, which had been stuck at fifteen minutes, finally broke through and gradually approached ten minutes.

He undoubtedly became the best bamboo slicer in the village, and even the taciturn Old Ping had to admit that Chang Ming's skills far exceeded his own.

Now, the new bamboo slices Chang Ming produced each day were half the total amount produced by the other slicers, and the number was still increasing...

The village chief was very pleased. With this, they wouldn't have to worry about the quantity required by the Lian family for a while!

That day, after finishing his training, Chang Ming sliced another bamboo rod. His hand reached out to the side—only to find it empty. All the golden bamboo rods beside him were used up!

His speed was too fast, and the golden bamboo rods he cut every morning were no longer enough for him. A few days ago, he was just a little short, but now, by the afternoon, he had already completed a day's work.

Chang Ming thought for a moment, greeted the village chief, and decided to go up the mountain alone to cut more bamboo.

In the past half month, he had continuously trained his physical strength and tried to carry bamboo alone, making significant progress. He was no longer as clumsy as when he first arrived. With a little help from the villagers, he could smoothly carry a small bundle of bamboo rods out of the bamboo forest and down the mountain.

Of course, it was still a short time, and the number of bamboo rods he could carry was still less than that of an ordinary villager, but it was a significant improvement.

Chang Ming was very familiar with this path. As he entered the bamboo forest, he suddenly noticed something was wrong—

He stopped, thought for a moment, and then suddenly realized that the bamboo forest was silent, with no bird calls or insect chirps, only the rustling of bamboo leaves in the wind!

He had often read about such situations in books, but now that he was experiencing it, he deeply felt how terrifying it was. He couldn't see or hear anything, but every hair on his body told him that something was lurking in the depths of the bamboo forest, ready to pounce on his throat!

Chang Ming shivered, feeling a chill run down his spine.

He was not a rash person. When he encountered something unusual, his first thought was not to investigate but to leave quickly.

Without hesitation, he took two steps back and turned to run.

Just as he turned, a chill ran down his spine, and he instinctively fell to the ground!

A light "thud" sounded, and the bamboo in front of him swayed. Chang Ming looked up and was shocked to see a nail embedded in the bamboo, deeply buried in the wood.

He was at the edge of the golden bamboo forest, and the nail had hit a golden bamboo rod. Chang Ming, who handled this material every day, knew how hard it was. Yet the nail had pierced it so easily, as if it were just a piece of loose wood!

If I hadn't fallen to the ground just now, what would have happened? No doubt, it would have pierced my back and killed me!

Chang Ming had always lived in a peaceful era and had never encountered such a crisis. Now, he was suddenly faced with this, and he was drenched in cold sweat, not knowing what to do.

Who? Who is hiding there, trying to kill me?

Chang Ming suddenly felt a warning in his heart and rolled to the right.

Three "thuds" sounded, and three more nails hit the spot where he had just been lying, right where his back would have been!

Chang Ming turned his head and stared at the three nails—sunlight filtered through the bamboo leaves, casting a flickering light on the nails. They were about two and a half inches long and thinner than ordinary nails. Such a small thing, yet it was full of deadly intent!

Encountering danger twice, Chang Ming's anger gradually rose.

I was mysteriously transported here and haven't even left Jinzhu Village. Who have I offended? To attack and kill, is there no law in this world?!

No, I have offended someone—

Just as Chang Ming's thoughts turned to this, a sinister voice appeared behind him: "Tsk, tsk, to dodge my bone-piercing nails twice, you do have some skills!"

Another voice followed: "I told you, this kid is suspicious. He must have some ulterior motive. Look at him sneaking here alone; he's definitely after 'that thing'!"

"The second shopkeeper is indeed cautious. This kid only has a high-level mechanical engineer's tool, and he has no one backing him. Hmph, even if he did, what can he do? Trying to snatch food from our Qi family's hands will come at a price!"

"Right, we've been guarding this golden bamboo python for a long time. A mere kid thinks he can interfere? Dream on!"

The three people behind him spoke, clearly explaining their origins and intentions.

Chang Ming thought to himself: Indeed, this is a common flaw of villains. Instead of quickly finishing off their enemy, they chatter on, giving the opponent a chance.

But it was also thanks to these traditional villains!

He looked around and suddenly sprang up, running madly towards the edge of the bamboo forest!

"The kid is trying to run!"

Two more "thuds" sounded, clearly aimed at Chang Ming's back, but they hit the bamboo rods instead.

The person shouted, "What's going on! I aimed clearly!"

Chang Ming thought to himself: Hmph, **, steel nails can hit anywhere, but you insist on hitting the back. The target is big, but once seen through, it can be dodged!

Another person shouted, "Don't panic, catch up quickly!"

As he spoke, he whistled, and the three people quickly surrounded Chang Ming!

Chang Ming instinctively ran towards the village, but then thought it was wrong. If he brought these thugs to the village—

Before he could finish his thought, he felt a burning sensation on his back.

He turned around and was shocked to see a person holding a cannon, with flames spewing from the barrel, shooting towards him through the distance!

What is this? A cannon?

No, it's a mechanical cannon!

The flames burned his clothes, and Chang Ming felt as if he was enveloped in fire. He fell to the ground and rolled over. Fortunately, it was just ordinary fire, and after a few rolls, he extinguished it.

But this delay allowed the three people to catch up.

Chang Ming inwardly cursed. If he fell into their hands, he would have no good outcome!

Damn, others who are transported to another world become powerful, but why do I have to be killed?

There were three of them, and he was alone. They had a mechanical cannon, and he had no weapons. But even at this moment, he did not give up hope. He pretended to lie on the ground groaning, but his eyes scanned the surroundings and the three people, looking for a way out of the predicament!

At this moment, a strange sound came from the bamboo forest behind them.

The sound was hoarse but loud, as if carrying a strange frequency that penetrated their minds, making their brains "buzz" with a ringing sound.

One of them paused and said, "The golden bamboo python has appeared!"

Another asked, "What should we do?"

"Of course, the golden bamboo python is more important! The crystal core of a second-level mutant beast is the best energy core for mechanisms and is worth a lot of contribution points in the family. Hurry up, the golden bamboo python is elusive, and it might hide and be hard to find later!"

They probably thought Chang Ming was injured and couldn't pose any threat, and since the golden bamboo python moved quickly, they had waited a long time for its appearance. So they turned around without hesitation, leaving Chang Ming on the ground.

As soon as they left, Chang Ming stopped groaning and got up.

He was indeed injured, and his back still burned with pain. This pain was far worse than the slap he had received before.

This pain also ignited an intense anger in Chang Ming—

Golden bamboo python? Second-level mutant beast? Crystal core? Energy core for mechanisms?

Damn, I didn't know about this thing and didn't want to compete with you for it. But you actually assumed and tried to kill me?

Ha, very well, I will definitely take that crystal core!

————————————————————

Please give me a recommendation vote~~~

Previous page AD starts

Previous page AD ends