Chapter 636: Living in Peace and Contentment

about him at all.What's the point of arguing.Qiao Bao'er didn't argue at all, she was just putting on a one-woman show.How ridiculous, how pathetic."Joe Bao'er, you are more fortunate than your mother...The wild woodcutter worked tirelessly to build a hut from scratch. He scrambled up and down, tinkering with the lumber and adjusting angles all day long. He only ate one meal a day, enduring the scorching sun without tiring.

This ‘carpenter’ also happily told Samba that he had spent a lot of gold to buy some tools, which could make the wood even better.

Qiao Bao'er, being quite nosy, leaned in to have a look. The wild man really had quite a comprehensive collection of modern woodworking tools like chisels and gouges.

She was surprised to find that, casting aside her former impression of primitive and savage humans, they also had their own interests and hobbies.

Qiao Bao'er hopes that the wild man carpenter can help her make a 'bullock cart'.

Because she had no paper and pen, she crudely sketched a basic map in the open mud. The "bullock cart" structure was simple; first, she made two "wheels," using tools like an adze or chisel to help shape the axle section.

Qiao Baoer communicated with the wild woodcutter through Samba. After listening to Samba's request, the wild woodcutter happily agreed to help Qiao Baoer make this new thing. The wheel was temporarily decided to use the cross-section of a large tree, which happened to be circular.

This wild woodcarver is a truly ambitious craftsman. In order to finish the ox-drawn cart for Jo Bao'er, he works tirelessly, day and night, without eating or sleeping, deeply focused on carving and arranging the wood.

"This carpenter seems smarter than Samba."

Qiao Bao'er remembered she had just praised Samba as the smartest savage, but now she realized there was a heaven beyond the sky and people beyond people.

Under Qiao Bao'er's guidance, the wildwood carpenter actually made the first "bullock cart" on this island.

Jo Baoer was very excited. This way, she wouldn't have to work so hard transporting flint anymore.

She was a grateful person and generously communicated with Samba, telling the talented wild man carpenter that he could specialize in making these “ox-carts” for sale in the future. She even reminded him to price them at five small gold coins or more.

The natives on this island are mostly foolish, perhaps because they have grown accustomed to being oppressed by the ruling powers.

Samba didn't know how to use the ox cart at first, so he actually carried it on his shoulders and walked.

Qiao Bao'er sighed and ran up to give him a lecture.

It took Samba two whole hours of struggling before he reluctantly learned to walk by pushing the handcart with his hands. Samba thought this was strange; he could walk faster himself, so why push this thing

"...It can be pushed or pulled by an ox."

Words can't replace a live demonstration.

That day, Qiao Bao'er bought three big yellow oxen. She tied one in front of her own small ox cart, and Samba tied two in front of his super large ox cart.

They went back to the rocky area and spent a day collecting stones. They camped out in the open overnight, and the next day Qiao Bao'er and Samba loaded the stones onto a bullock cart, and they just had to lead the ox.

Samba kept turning his head to look at the oxcart behind him. His eyes widened as he looked at the heavy load he was pulling with just a hemp rope in his hand. He found it incredible.

Joe Baoer simply sat directly on the yellow ox's back, too lazy even to hold the rope.

“Samba, you're overweight. There's no way around it, you have to walk the cow.” Sitting on the cow’s back, she wasn’t as tall as Samba yet.

Although the ox-drawn cart is not a high-tech product, it is considered quite advanced in this primitive island.

Qiao Baoer and Samba transported flint back to the market, attracting many curious wild men along the way.

This round trip, transporting flint, took three days, which was half the time it used to take them to carry it on their shoulders.

Qiao Baoer looked at the two full carts of flint, her heart filled with contentment. Her large grass house was already built and she had specially left a room to store these stones.

Sampa, wisely, used the vine net she had woven earlier as a bag. She carefully stored the flints one by one in these little bags.

Samba is accustomed to placing two large water storage jars in front of his house door. He brings back some clean freshwater from the river every day.

There were also flowers. Samba picked some fruit in the forest and brought back a whole bunch of brightly colored blossoms. Although he just piled the flowers together haphazardly, their faint fragrance filled the entire house, and the pretty blooms made the humble grass hut feel cozier.

"... Samba, you're really good at managing things." Qiao Baoer couldn't help but praise him.

Besides, what pleased Qiao Bao'er most about this hut was a separate 'bathroom'. Samba brought in a stone water jar for bathing. It made it convenient for her to bathe. Being able to bathe every day on this island was truly a happy thing.

Qiao Baoer was still teaching Samba how to put on his clothes, "Don't pull it down!" She had spent a lot of gold to buy back the cloth. This indigo rough hemp wasn't very good quality, but on this island, only 'rich people' could afford to wear it.

That snooty fellow Reiner, he even wears clothes and decorates himself like an Indian man, with bright colors on his clothes like a peacock, and strings of jewels hanging all over.

Qiao Bao'er wanted Samba to get used to wearing clothes too. At first, Samba wasn't keen on it; he found it troublesome. But he couldn't resist Qiao Bao'er's persistent nagging as she kept trying to wrap the fabric around him. In the end, he gave in.

Their hut had a fire pit in the center. Jo Baier and Samba sat opposite each other, with an old iron pot over the fire heating water. They threw a large plate of meat into the water to make soup. Samba added some small tomatoes for flavor. Jo Baier tasted it with a stone bowl, and it was delicious.

Qiao Bao'er suddenly felt a sense of contentment and security.

Their hut was centered around a large tree, which provided support. As long as there wasn't thunder or lightning, the grass nest was quite comfortable.

The next morning, Qiao Baier and Samba started their business again.

Surprisingly, other wild people were imitating them by selling roasted meat. However, these wild people either didn't bother to or couldn't overcome the psychological barrier. They simply threw whole prey into the fire pit and burned it into charcoal without removing their fur or gutting them.

The taste of barbecue was naturally inferior, so even though others tried to imitate them, Qiao Baor and Samba's business remained unaffected. They still received money hand over fist.

“.... Samba, tell them we've raised our prices. Now buy a flint, get a skewer of barbecue, and three small gold ingots.”

Jo Bao'er explained to Samba that she was lazy and had gone to hide under the shade of a tree for an afternoon nap.

Samba continued to work hard and earn money on his own.

"A Bull-drawn Cart"

At this time, several distinct figures appeared among the group of savages. Lu Qinan was astonished by the two identical "ox carts" placed beside the designated spot.

"Did this thing come in from outside, or did the wild people make it themselves"

It must have been brought in from outside. Wild people wouldn't have this kind of intelligence.

Finally, they waited for this stall to set up shop. Lu Qinan and his group were very interested in the wild vendor, but when they saw Samba doing business, they couldn't help but be disappointed.

The vendor at this stall just looks like an ordinary savage, nothing special about him.irty relationships. Things seem even more twisted to them.Jo Bao'er didn't have much of a reaction to this. Tonight was her night off at the bubble tea shop, and she was thinking about how to spend he...