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

Then they carved out a long wooden skewer, each half the length of the bow. Since the bow was already short, the arrows were also small.

I didn't find the goldenrod and mullein, which are the best plants for making arrows in the wild, but that doesn't stop the system from cheating!

I used a sickle to trim all the arrows, making a sharp point at the front and opening a slit at the back to hold the bowstring, before placing the bundle of about twenty arrows in my palm.

The next second, these arrows that passed through my hands transformed into sturdy arrows that shone with a bright yellow woody luster, their sharp tips capable of leaving deep scratches on tree trunks.

The hardness of this arrow is about the same as that of the legendary ironwood, isn't it?

At this point, the item finally revealed its full attributes to me.

Short bow (general)

Basic description: A simple short bow, exquisitely crafted, but with very primitive technology.

Physical mass: 0.8 kg

Aesthetics: 3

Durability 100/100

Weapon accuracy (close range): 75%

Weapon accuracy (near): 65%

Weapon accuracy (medium): 45%

Weapon accuracy (long range): 25%

Remote cooldown time: 1.65 seconds

Damage: 11

Armor penetration: 16%

Melee damage: 4.5

Melee Armor Penetration: 13%

After I finished making this bow and arrow, I decided to set aside an hour each day to practice, but it's almost dark today, so I'll pass.

I carried my bow into the house, and brought the little horse into my room as well.

Adding a pony to this messy room would be perfectly fine.

I lay in the hibernation pod, and after listening to the little pony next to me making a fuss for a while, I gradually calmed down.

The foal's bones, muscles, and tendons are still developing and not yet mature; its static apparatus has not yet fully formed and cannot mechanically stabilize its various parts. Therefore, this little horse, like me, lay down on the ground. When tired or excited, the foal lowers its head, closes its eyes, and falls asleep in the next moment.

The entire ranch fell silent once again.

Only the insects outside were chirping and flapping their wings incessantly.

My thoughts drifted back to the time when that small town was founded, many years ago.

Is there someone like me, lying in this spot on the ranch, looking at the sky, listening to the chirping of insects, and thinking about things that have happened throughout history?

These thoughts, far removed from terror and distorted dreams, shone brightly in my mind like stars in the night sky.

I think I remembered something, but I quickly forgot it.

In the starry sky of my mind, I try to be a stargazer, using the corner of my eye to chase after those stars that are not bright enough.

Those celestial bodies also mischievously played hide-and-seek with me, shattering the spark of inspiration I had just conceived.

This was just an ordinary night for the masses.

Chapter 28: I spent ten minutes fully understanding it.

The next morning, earlier than usual, I walked out of my house, completely bewildered, as the first rays of sunlight greeted me.

Before leaving the house, I looked back at the sleeping pony, which was lying on its back, fast asleep, drooling all over the ground.

?(?﹃??)！

Can anyone tell me why horses snore?

I hadn't been asleep long last night when I heard a snoring sound. For a moment, I thought I was in my university dormitory in my past life.

As time went on, the horse's snoring grew louder and louder, causing the roof planks to vibrate slightly!

I was dreaming, watching a guy in a tank top and middle parting his hair sing, dance, and rap, as usual, when I was abruptly pulled back to reality before I could even finish the line "You're so beautiful, chicken."

"I don't want to be brainwashed, but I also don't want to be bombarded with horrifying messages!"

Seeing that the pony showed no sign of getting up anytime soon, I left the door open, left the ranch, and walked down the street of the town, enjoying the cool morning breeze.

It was too early, and there weren't many people in town, so I was just wandering around outside.

I walked north across the ranch area, quietly bypassed Sebala's blacksmith shop, passed the fork between Boss Dick's winery and Boss Dart's tavern, and arrived at the last row of houses I had never been to before.

Judging from the architectural style, this row of buildings should be older than the ones in front, many of which are decorated with stone and supported by exquisite columns.

The first building in the first row is a connected building, one side of which is lower but wider, with "Thomas" written on it. It seems to be the Thomas the Tank Engine train station...

The other building was much taller and narrower, a two-story structure with a high window displaying the police station's logo. Taking advantage of its elevated position, the second-floor window offered panoramic views of the town, making it an ideal location for a police station.

Is this Harris's address?

"One is fat, one is thin; one is tall, one is short—the house truly reflects the person..."

Passing through this building, there are two detached houses side by side, with no names written on the doors. They also look much newer, probably due to recent renovations.

I've decided to visit these two neighbors again sometime.

After walking a while, we passed a grocery store and a hospital, both of which had their doors tightly shut.

Finally, the road turned towards the beach in front of a tall building with a blue roof.

To my astonishment, the main door of this building was wide open!

Looking through the gate, you see rows of benches and tables inside. Between the benches on both sides is a long red carpet.

The ceiling of the entire building has a concave structure, covered with star shapes, making you feel as if you are in a vast starry sky when you look up.

At the end of this starry sky is a wall of stained glass windows, on which many figures and stories are depicted with lifelike detail.

In the early morning, sunlight shines through the stained glass windows into the entire building, like the end of an endless sea of ​​stars where the sun rises over the ocean, with deities appearing and disappearing in the sunlight, illuminating it with unparalleled holiness!

It's a pity to imagine how radiant and dazzling one would appear, like a god descending to earth, standing behind that platform in front of that glass window, during those solemn ceremonies!

Is this a church?!

It was truly beyond my expectations that there were such magnificent buildings in this remote town.

Since the door is open, it means we can go in, right?

Thinking this, I stepped inside, only to find myself face-to-face with two little kids in the church:

(o?_o?)，('o︵o`)！

The two children were probably lying on the church benches looking at something, completely obscured. They only looked up when they heard my footsteps.

When I looked, I saw a little girl and a little boy, about the same age. But judging from the little girl's gestures, she was pointing at something in the book and talking to the little boy.

Hello? Are you the only two people here?

I quickly put on a kind smile and asked them.

The little boy looked at me warily and refused to speak. The little girl, on the other hand, smiled at me.

"Big brother, can you read to us?"

Book?

I stepped forward and took the book from the little girl. The cover read "Voynich's Historical Manuscripts." It was a thick, large volume that looked quite old. The paper was yellowed, but there was no damage or insect infestation, making it seem very precious.

"Is this your book?" I asked.

Then the little boy said, "This is Father Carter's book. He just said a bit and then went into the prayer room. We haven't even had our promised history lesson yet!"

The little girl also said, "Yes, big brother, we don't know any of the words in here. Could you read them to us?"

I took a look, and the book has only covered the preface and the first half of the first chapter; it's safe to say that almost nothing has been covered.

If Father Carter was really giving a history lesson to children, then it was far too perfunctory.

I happened to be very curious about the history of this planet, so I took the book and arranged for the two of them to sit on either side of me.

Then I spent ten minutes completely understanding the book!

What? You say it's impossible?

Praise the sun, say it again?

"Ahem." I pointed to the first half of the page and began to tell the two children a story.

.........

"The chaotic period mentioned earlier did not last long, ending with a complete victory in continental trade, which led to the domination of all the peoples along the coast."

"Professor Nenad Belica's archaeological excavations show that coastal settlements during that period were damaged to varying degrees, and the progress of civilization was interrupted to varying degrees."

"It is speculated that the ancient empire that formed in that era already possessed an authoritarian organization for outward expansion, conquering northward to the city of Illling, bringing wheeled work vehicles and religious buildings to this place."

The written description here has been marked with a large question mark, which surrounds the "religious building" section without any annotation.

"In the following century, coastal settlements began an unprecedented mass migration."

At this point, I skipped over a large number of historical references, hand-drawn illustrations, reconstructions of archaeological sites, and glossary entries in the book, and jumped to the second chapter.

"Chapter Two, Marine Sports."

"Through the analysis of the activity estimates of narwhals and giant squid, we found that during that period, these two antagonistic creatures actually changed their entire migration route to a loop in the southern outer sea."

"Professor Bazette Fraga Macremis, who specializes in marine biology, turned to the author after several failed attempts at biological evolution analysis, and finally came to an unprecedented conclusion: human activity."

"In other words, shortly after emerging from barbarism, humankind began its first maritime conquest using rudimentary flat-bottomed boats, far earlier than the previously thought period of the mechanical steam revolution."

Here, the illustration in the book shows a very rudimentary ship, with only a basic mast and sails, and not even a visible keel. It's hard to imagine how such a ship could sail on the ocean.

Even professional seafarers like Zack can experience shipwrecks and develop trauma, let alone these near-primitive people.

"The currently excavated island landing site remains include..."

"The fabrics of that time..."