The heavens are strange, not listening to human prayers in certain situations.

This is likely because humans are so tiny that they are no different from ants in the eyes of the heavens.

But whether vast or minuscule, elephants have their lives, and ants have theirs. Though their ways of living differ, they all move forward with effort.

Han Cheng, as tiny as an ant, felt quite distressed in the heavens' eyes.

His distress came from the lack of metal ores.

It wasn’t that his fortune as a traveler had run out or for some other reason, but after the third trade caravan returned, there was still no trace of metal ores among the many stones they brought back.

This left Han Cheng, who wanted to extract metals early and forge various tools to greatly improve the Green Sparrow Tribe's productivity, feeling quite anxious.

Was the heaven playing tricks on him?

“Crack~!”

A flash of lightning tore through the dark sky, followed by thunderous rumbles shaking the earth.

The heavens seemed busy, with no time to play tricks on such a small being.

Primitive people inherently feared thunder and lightning. When the thunder rumbled, everyone hid in their houses, awaiting the end of the storm with a sense of fear and reverence.

Although Han Cheng understood what lightning and thunder were, he wasn’t in the mood to go outside and question the heavens for not allowing his tribe to find metal ores.

He didn’t have the courage of Li Xuanba, nor his fiery temper. He couldn’t do something as heroic or reckless as scolding the heavens.

And even if he wanted to do so, he couldn’t spare the time because, at that moment, there was a shivering, frightened pregnant woman clinging tightly to his arm.

Seeing how his wife and child desperately held onto him, he decided not to bother the heavens.

Not that Han Cheng had intended to trouble the heavens in the first place, but now he felt magnanimous, forgiving the heavens for making noise but not bringing rain.

He lay on the bed, holding his frightened wife, Bai Xue, who was carrying their child.

Sometimes, when he placed his hand on her belly, he could feel the baby’s strong movements, which occasionally made her belly shift.

Watching the little one’s movements, Han Cheng, whose mind had been troubled by the lack of metal ores, began to calm down.

Take it slow—some things are worth pursuing, but that doesn’t mean one should ignore all the good things around them.

Bai Xue had been pregnant for quite a while, almost eight months. It wouldn’t be long before Han Cheng became a proud father.

Embracing his adopted wife and feeling the movements of their unborn child, Han Cheng was filled with anticipation.

After the thunder had made its presence known, the rain finally began to fall.

Raindrops as big as beans hit the ground, leaving wet traces. From the roof, a series of sounds could be heard.

Soon, the raindrops merged into a thick, white curtain of rain. The bamboo outside the window turned even greener in the rain, and some of the bamboo leaves, wrapped around tender bamboo shoots, fell silently to the ground. ℞âꞐ𝘖ᛒΕŞ

Some mist drifted in through the open window.

The day's heat faded as the heavy rain poured down, and the entire world became cool and refreshing.

Han Cheng gently got up, went to the window, closed it, and then lay back on the bed, holding Bai Xue. In the dimly lit room, they quietly listened to the sound of the rain, feeling extremely comfortable.

After a while, the rain softened, the thunder disappeared, and the storm turned into a normal rain, with the voices of people carrying on outside, carried in by the rain.

From the words, Han Cheng knew that the hardworking eldest senior brother, carrying the tribe's slaves, wearing straw hats, raincoats, and carrying tools, had gone to the fields to check on the water situation.

Han Cheng lay quietly, eventually falling asleep to the gentle sound of the rain.

When he woke up, he felt refreshed, having not slept this deeply and relaxed for a long time.

Outside, the sky was still dim, and he had no idea what time it was.

Bai Xue curled up like a kitten beside him and rested her large belly on the bed. She stared quietly at Han Cheng with those eyes he found so beautiful, not knowing how long she had been watching him.

Seeing Han Cheng wake up, she sweetly smiled at him...

Although his stomach was a bit hungry, Han Cheng didn't move from the bed. He felt an urge to make time stop, to keep this moment forever.

Under the same sky, different people lived different lives and experienced different stories.

Because of individual differences, people often have different feelings about the same thing.

For example, while Han Cheng felt peace and tranquility on this rainy day, others might feel agitated.

Some of this anger emerged in a room in the slave courtyard to the east, and soon, it became uncontrollable, quickly escalating into an outbreak.

As a primitive people, verbal disputes were not their strong suit, especially when their spoken language was fragmented and not systematic.

Thus, after only a few words of argument, the verbal dispute escalated into a physical confrontation.

Two men, each wearing leather, started fighting in the small room.

One of them, a man with long legs, attacked the other in a frenzy.

Though stronger than the one with long legs, the man he was fighting was not his match.

The man with long legs had landed several blows in a short while.

The long-legged man’s sharp nails left bloody marks on the other person’s body.

After a brief struggle, the more muscular man began to flee.

The space in the room was too small, clearly not suitable for escape, so after circling the room twice, the man dashed out with the long-legged man hot on his heels.

The fleeing man was no match for the speed of the long-legged man, who had once chased rhinoceroses across the plains. As soon as he exited the door, his panicked shouts were cut short as the long-legged man tackled him to the ground.

The two men, nearly stripped of their clothes in the fight, continued struggling in the rain, quickly becoming soaked and covered in mud.

However, neither showed any sign of stopping. After rolling around for a while, the long-legged man managed to pin the other down, panting heavily, shouting recklessly, and repeatedly slamming his head into the man beneath him, seemingly determined to crush him to death.

The commotion quickly drew enough attention in the slave courtyard. Many people either stepped out of their houses or crowded at the windows, pointing at the two fighters.

The guards at the Green Sparrow Tribe's wall outpost also noticed the sudden disturbance. After shouting a few commands and seeing that the two men were still tangled together, they immediately rang the alarm bell.

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