There can't be a Harvest Moon in the RimWorld.

I looked at the neatly arranged fence with great satisfaction, feeling extremely pleased. Only the little horse, facing the strange building that had suddenly sprung up from the ground, looked completely bewildered.

(●???●)！

Yes, you expressed it very vividly and figuratively...

The pony came up to the fence, which was only up to its thigh, and first opened its mouth and took a bite.

It's too tough to bite.

Then it raised its front hooves and kicked twice.

Not moving.

Finally, with a huffy expression, he looked at this insignificant obstacle and prepared to overcome it:

(*。_。)！

The little horse deftly lifted off the ground with its front legs and used its hind legs to propel itself from a meter away, about to leap over the fence.

Unexpectedly, the little horse in mid-air seemed to be pulled down by an invisible thread, like a puppet on a stage, and gently landed on the ground.

It's as if the pony can only jump that far!

I went up and tried it myself. Every time I put my hand on the fence and tried to get up and step over it, there was a repulsive force that pushed me back a few steps, completely eliminating any possibility of flying.

However, after my testing, this fence, which is more than half a meter high, does not obstruct flying objects at all, including thrown stones, flying butterflies, and birds flying overhead.

If pebbles can get through, then arrows can too.

If you can pass the Butterfly and Bird challenge, you can also pass the Owl and Falcon challenge.

Furthermore, based on my testing, this wooden fence is not indestructible. The durability is clearly displayed on the building status bar.

"Current durability of the wooden fence: 96/98"

Okay then, this should be perfectly sufficient for my needs.

How could a real fortress of copper and iron be shaped like a fence?

I took the bewildered pony for a stroll around the area, told him that he couldn't run around outside before we opened the gates, and then let him continue to wander around.

My next step is to build a standard stone gate at the reserved location.

…………

"Mr. Dart, I'm here. May I come in?"

As evening approached, I strolled to Boss Dart's tavern to find something to eat.

"You're here?" Boss Dart was still at the bar, patiently wiping the glasses with a white cloth. "I told you not to come in, but you still came in."

Ever since I made a joke about my father-in-law last time, he's been looking at me with suspicion, as if he's about to kick me out.

"Boss, I'm here to cook for you."

Do you think I need you to cook?

"I can chop vegetables and move goods; I can always be of help in the kitchen!"

Mr. Dart finally couldn't ignore my shameless act of refusing to pay for my meal.

"Go inside... and don't have any improper thoughts about Lin!"

"Yes, Father-in-law!"

After I finished speaking, I dashed into the kitchen.

Upon hearing this, Boss Dart trembled and his hands and feet turned ice-cold. He threw the rag he was holding at him.

I let out an exaggerated scream from the kitchen.

"Armor! The armor has been breached!"

Boss Dart laughed in anger, "Where did you get your armor from! And I didn't even hit you!"

"Doesn't this make your marksmanship look good?"

Chapter 27 Originating from the Third Day of the Emerald Elephant

"Lin, are you busy today?"

After I finished eating, I went upstairs and saw Lin still cleaning, busy and happy.

“It’s Marcus!” Lynn smiled brightly. “Actually, I’m not busy. I just tidied up a bit.”

"Hahaha." I looked at the spotless environment around me and couldn't help but ask.

"Are the guesthouses upstairs from the bar doing any business?"

Lin looked troubled.

"It seems like guests only come to stay during the summer."

"But for some reason, my dad was always very certain that this business would make money."

"Fortunately, a new person recently moved in here. But I don't know how long they'll stay..."

I said with a hint of helplessness.

"After all, there are very few outsiders in this town, so not many people would stay at the guesthouse. The owner's idea isn't wrong, it's just a bit... inflexible?"

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

Lin finally realized!

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

"Marcus, you have nothing there, why don't you stay in a house?"

"Me? I'm already heavily in debt to my boss, I'm practically mortgaging myself to pay it off..."

Lin laughed, and the bow on her ponytail jiggled.

"Then you can 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 still haven't answered my question from last time. Do you like cleaning?"

I didn't expect she was still dwelling on that issue from last time.

Perhaps everyone who loves cleaning has obsessive-compulsive disorder?

"Well, it's not a matter of liking or disliking, it's just that... it's that feeling of being very happy when things are clean and tidy."

"When I feel this way, it feels very comfortable."

Lin's eyes immediately crinkled into crescent shapes as she happily exclaimed.

"As expected, Marcus, you understand me!"

…………

Every day before dark, I would leave the tavern at a set time.

The road back to the ranch was still too dilapidated, and it was a bit dangerous to walk on it at night.

According to Mr. Dart, the tavern is very lively at night. People from the town gather there from time to time to chat, drink, and have fun until late at night.

Unfortunately, I still have a ton of work to do, so I can't just wander around there. I have to head back now.

My next goal is still to make enough money to set up the necessities and get electricity to the ranch.

As I strolled aimlessly along the road, I opened the Colonizer System once again, searching for anything I could use.

Currently, my system recognizes too few available components. For example, sewing tables, forging tables, and machine manufacturing tables all lack the necessary parts, making further construction impossible.

It would be great if we could process something that we could use ourselves and also ship to Zack...

I was looking at those rows and rows of icons with a sense of boredom when suddenly a simple icon caught my eye.

Production equipment: manual processing points

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

Working speed coefficient: 50%

Workload (construction): 0”

Shortbow!

This is exactly what I need!

It's unlikely that a gun can be manufactured now, but making a bow and arrow by hand is perfectly feasible.

Moreover, the products produced by the colonists have never disappointed me so far.

I returned to the ranch and found a spot in the open space by the gate.

Choose a task: Build a crafting station

"Please select a suitable placement location within the green area."

The advantage of crafting is that it requires absolutely no materials; all you need is an empty plot of land and usable materials to begin manufacturing. According to the system description, this belongs to the primitive tribe level of technology.

Select Work Task: Craft 1 Shortbow

Once again under the system's control, I plopped down on the open ground and reached for a long piece of wood that was neither too soft nor too hard.

The standards for the wood used in bow and arrow making are actually quite strict. It cannot be grayish, cracked, or have knots, bends, or forks. Therefore, the best materials are high-quality trees such as oak, lemon, hickory, and yew.

Secondly, it is important to select readily available dry timber with some elasticity. Using green timber requires cutting, peeling, cleaning, and drying, and any mishap in any of these processes can lead to failure.

But something strange happened. After I took the sickle and cut it, controlling the length of both ends, I just swiped it across my hand.

The originally semi-dry, unevenly grained block of wood was instantly transformed into a truly high-quality bow timber, without a single fine grain, slightly thicker in the middle, and gently curved on both sides…

Then, just as I was wondering what to do next with the bowstring, I saw myself use a sickle to carve two crescent-shaped grooves at both ends of the bow, with the curved openings facing outwards. Then I picked up a vine that I had cut while clearing weeds, wrapped it securely around the bowstring, and then casually wiped it away.

Wherever his hand touched, the slender, twisted vines transformed into a thin, resilient, and strong unknown thread!

The elasticity of a bow comes from the bow itself, not from the bowstring, which is the exact opposite of a slingshot.

The resulting materials perfectly meet this requirement.

The bow is sturdy and flexible, and the bowstring is strong yet thin and tough. A fine short bow was thus crafted by my hands!