"Lin, are you still busy today?"

After I finished my meal, I walked upstairs and saw Lin still cleaning there, busy with her business.

"It's Marcus!" Lin showed a bright smile, "Actually, I'm not busy, I just sorted it out."

"Hahaha." I couldn't help but ask, looking at the spotless environment next to me.

"Is there any business in the dormitory above the bar?"

Lin showed a troubled expression.

"It seems that only in summer, there are always guests coming to stay."

"But dad doesn't know why he has always been sure that this business can make money."

"Fortunately, a new person has recently arrived and also lives here. But I don't know how long he will stay..."

I said a little helplessly.

"After all, there are very few outsiders in this town, so no one would come to stay in the hotel. I can't say that the boss's idea is wrong, but he just... doesn't know how to adapt?"

"That's right! That's the reason!"

Lin finally realized it!

But the next moment, Lin turned the topic to me.

"Marcus, you don't have anything there, why don't you stay in a dormitory?"

"Me? I'm already heavily in debt with my boss, and I just have to mortgage myself to pay off the debt..."

Lin laughed, and the bow on her ponytail twitched.

"Then you come and take over my job and be responsible for cleaning every day~"

Lin turned around in the corridor with her hands behind her back.

"By the way, you haven't answered the question I asked you last time. Do you like cleaning?"

I didn't expect that she was still struggling with the same problem as last time.

Maybe everyone who loves cleaning has OCD?

"How should I put it? It's not a question of whether you like it or not, it's just that... it's the kind that makes people feel very happy after cleaning."

"When you feel like this, you feel very comfortable."

Lin's eyes suddenly turned into the shape of a crescent moon and she said happily.

"Sure enough, Marcus, you understand me!"

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Every time before dark, I would leave the pub on time.

The road back to the ranch is still too dilapidated and dangerous to walk at night.

I heard from Boss Dart that the pub was very lively at night, and people from the town would gather there from time to time to chat, drink and have fun together until late at night.

Unfortunately, I still have a lot of work to do, so I can't hang out there at all, so I have to go back first.

My next goal is to make enough money, set up the daily necessities and connect electricity to the ranch.

While walking casually, I opened the colonist system again and searched for things I could use.

At present, my system recognizes too few available ones, such as sewing benches, forging benches, and mechanical manufacturing benches. They all show that they lack necessary parts and components, and there is no way to build them further.

It would be great if I could process something that I could use myself and ship to Zach...

I was looking at the rows of icons boredly, and suddenly a simple icon caught my eye.

"Production equipment: manual processing point

Basic description: A place to craft simple items such as clubs, daggers, and short bows.

Working speed coefficient: 50%

Workload (Construction): 0”

Short bow!

Isn’t this what I need?

It is currently impossible to make a gun, but there is no problem in making a bow and arrow by hand.

What's more, the products produced by the colonist system have never let me down so far.

I returned to the ranch and found a spot in the open space at the door.

"Select job task: Build crafting point"

"Please choose a suitable placement location in the green area."

The good thing about handcrafting is that it requires no materials at all. You only need an open space and available materials to start manufacturing. According to the system description, this technology is at the level of primitive tribes.

"Choose a task: Make a short bow*1"

Being managed by the system again, I sat down on the open ground and reached out for a long piece of wood with moderate hardness and softness.

The standards for the wood chosen for making bows and arrows are actually very strict. They must not be gray, cracked, knotted, bent, or bifurcated, so the best materials are oak, lemon tree, hickory, and yew.

Excellent trees.

Secondly, you must choose ready-made dry wood that is slightly elastic. Using raw wood requires cutting, peeling, clearing, and drying. An accident in every process will lead to failure.

But something strange happened. After I cut with the sickle and controlled the length of both ends, I just touched it with my backhand.

The originally semi-dry wood with messy textures immediately turned into a truly high-quality bow wood, with not even a single fine line on it, slightly thicker in the middle, and slightly curved on both sides...

Then, when I couldn't think of what to do with the bowstring next, I used a sickle to carve two half-moon-shaped grooves on both ends of the bow wood, with the arcs facing outward, and then picked up a strip from the ground and cut it when clearing weeds.

The grass and vines underneath are wrapped around and firmly, and then wiped casually.

Wherever you reach it, the slender and twisted grass vine turns into a thin, strong and unknown silk thread!

When making a bow, its elasticity comes from the bow body, not from the bow string, which is exactly the opposite of a slingshot.

The changed materials perfectly fit this requirement.

The bow body is tough and elastic, and the bow string is strong and thin. A fine short bow was just rubbed out with my hands!

Then he cut out a handful of long wooden skewers, each of which was half the length of the bow. Since the bow was originally short, these arrows were all small in size.

I haven't found the goldenrod and mullein plants that are most suitable for making arrows in the wild, but they don't prevent the system from being hacked!

I used a sickle to sharpen all the skewers, creating a sharp tip at the front, and made a hole at the end for placing the bowstring, and then placed the approximately twenty arrows in the palm of my hand.

In the next second, the arrows that passed through my hands turned into solid arrows with a bright yellow wood luster. The sharp points of the tips could leave deep scratches on the tree trunks.

The hardness of this arrow is almost the same as the legendary iron wood, right?

At this time, the item finally showed its complete properties in front of me.

"Short Bow (General)

Basic description: A simple short bow with exquisite craftsmanship, but its technological level is very primitive.

Physical mass: 0.8kg

Aesthetics:3

Durability 100/100

Weapon Accuracy (Close): 75%

Weapon Accuracy (Near): 65%

Weapon Accuracy (Medium): 45%

Weapon Accuracy (Far): 25%

Remote cooldown time: 1.65 seconds

Damage:11

Armor penetration: 16%

Melee damage: 4.5

Melee Armor Penetration: 13%"

After making this bow and arrow, I decided to set aside an hour every day for training, but it was going to be dark soon, so I better forget it.

I carried the bow and came to the house, taking the pony into my room along the way.

Adding a pony to this messy room is no problem at all.

I lay in the dormant barn and listened to the pony next to me commotion for a while, and then gradually calmed down.

The young foal's bones, muscles and tendons are still developing and have not yet reached maturity. Its static device has not yet been truly formed and cannot mechanically fix each link. Therefore, the young horse followed my example and lay down on the ground.

When a pony is tired or nervous, he lowers his head, closes his eyes, and falls asleep the next moment.

The entire ranch fell into silence again.

Only the grass insects outside kept chirping and fluttering their wings.

My thoughts drifted back to the time when that town was founded I don’t know how many years ago.

Is there someone like me, lying on this pasture, looking at the sky, listening to the chirping of insects, and thinking about what has happened in the past and present?

These thoughts are far away from terror and upside-down dreams. They are like stars in the night sky, shining brightly in my mind.

I seemed to have thought of something, but quickly forgot it.

In the starry sky in my mind, I tried to be a stargazer, chasing stars that were not bright enough from the corner of my eyes.

Those stars were also playfully playing a hide-and-seek game with me, tearing the glimmer of inspiration I had just remembered into pieces.
Chapter completed!