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The effectiveness of Armor is presented in percentage form. A single unit of Armor can reduce damage taken, and a complete set of Iron Armor provides him with seven and a half units of Armor value, which translates to the amount of damage reduced.
More importantly, this damage mitigation mechanism can be combined with the properties of an Enchanted Book. Therefore, when taking damage, the system first calculates how much damage is mitigated based on the Armor, and then recalculates the final loss according to the characteristics of the Enchanted Book.
Considering all factors, Zhao Yun's original damage from that stab was approximately two and a half units. If calculated on a three-to-one ratio, the one and a half units of reflected damage is indeed accurate. Given that a human's base Health Points are ten (similar to player attributes in Minecraft), one and a half units of damage is sufficient to cause severe consequences like bleeding from the mouth and nose.
Understanding this, Yun Xiao Yi couldn't help but marvel at how creations from the game had been brought into reality, far exceeding previous expectations. Not only could protective gear resist attacks like a spiritual barrier, utilizing the inherent properties of materials for defense, but it could also further mitigate potential subsequent damage. It would not be an exaggeration to refer to them as Divine Weapons.
Afterward, Yun Xiao Yi gently patted Zhao Yun on the shoulder and said, "You should sit and rest for a while. I'll go catch some fish to help replenish your Stamina."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Yun immediately displayed an expression of sincere gratitude and quickly replied, "Thank you for your care, my lord."
Thus, Yun Xiao Yi returned to sit by the pond.
He cast out ten fishing hooks in quick succession. Perhaps the fishing spell had exhausted his luck, as his subsequent attempts yielded only mediocre results. Fortunately, he managed to catch a variety of fish, specifically five freshwater fish, three salmon, one Cod, and one rather unpopular Fugu.
After several rounds of fishing, Yun Xiao Yi noticed that these fish, regardless of size or weight, all appeared remarkably uniform. This was one of the typical characteristics of "Minecraft." The freshwater fish and Cod differed in appearance, yet both measured approximately half a meter in length and weighed around ten kilograms. The salmon was more robust, measuring about one meter long and weighing over twenty pounds. Due to its larger size and weight compared to the others, the cooked salmon provided a slightly greater sense of fullness, though the difference was not significant. Each serving of Cooked Fish and cooked Cod could restore two and a half hunger bars, while grilled salmon restored three.
After placing the fish into the Furnace for processing, a few minutes later, the table was adorned with five servings of Cooked Fish, three servings of salmon, and one serving of Cod. In the game world, there might not be a corner to store these food items; however, in real life, stacking them in a few bowls would suffice. The method involved arranging four bowls together, with three fish placed in each layer for a total of three layers.
At that moment, in Xing Zhuang Village—named for its abundance of wild apricot trees—springtime brought forth a stunning display of blossoms that attracted people from several kilometers away. This was also the season for brewing Xing Zhuang Jiu, a locally renowned special liquor. Since the onset of drought, the once lush apricot trees now appeared withered and weak. When the apricot blossoms bloomed this year, the branches bore sparse flowers far fewer than in previous years; the once fragrant and enchanting scenery had faded away.
Every summer and autumn marked the time for ripe fruit. In the past, the trees were laden with sweet and sour Xing Zi that were not only edible but also used for brewing apricot wine—a vital local specialty. However, now they struggled to meet even basic needs for self-sufficiency or continued production of apricot wine.
In contrast to Zhao Family Village, the residents of Xing Zhuang Village are not all from a single family or clan. Instead, it is composed of two main surnames: the Xiahou family, believed to be descendants of Xiahou Ying, a minister from the Han Dynasty; and the Chu family, who came from elsewhere but formed a deep bond with the Xiahou family after their ancestors met and became sworn brothers. Eventually, they led their respective families to settle here and established Xing Zhuang Village.
After more than a century of development, both families have grown in population, becoming prominent clans with hundreds of members. During an ancestral worship ceremony, the leader of the Chu family, Zhu Ji, held three lit incense sticks and bowed before the ancestral tablets in the family shrine. He then slowly inserted the incense into an ornate bronze incense burner.
"Ancestors," he began, "the world is currently suffering from a severe drought, and life is becoming increasingly difficult." The rivers are nearly dry, and the lack of water resources means there will certainly be no harvest this year. "If there truly is no harvest, our families will find themselves in dire straits."
"Ancestors, if you can sense our plight, please grant protection to your descendants and send down nourishing rain." After expressing his concerns about the hardships brought on by the drought, he let out a long sigh. Since this disaster began, he had maintained the habit of coming to the shrine daily to pay his respects. However, as time passed, the drought seemed to worsen.
Sometimes he wondered if they had offended some deity, resulting in a series of natural disasters. Just then, a nimble Qing Ren burst into the shrine.
"Father! I’ve discovered something important!" he reported breathlessly.
Upon hearing his voice, Zhu Ji frowned slightly and sternly warned him, "How can you be so disrespectful in front of our ancestors? Remember, this is a public place; outside you must refer to me as Clan Leader!"
The young man lowered his head in acknowledgment and corrected his tone: "Clan Leader, I’ve found something significant."
Zhu Ji’s expression softened a bit as he asked, "What could have you so agitated?"
Taking a deep breath, Qing Ren replied firmly, "Clan Leader, I believe that the Hutuo River has not dried up naturally; someone may have obstructed its flow."
"What! Are you certain your words are true?" Zhu Ji’s gaze sharpened as he looked at his son, his tone filled with tension.
The drought has spread across the land; whether it’s drinking water for people or water needed for crops to grow, everything is crying out for resources. Thus, cutting off water means cutting off hope for survival. This animosity even surpasses deep familial affection.
Qing Ren nodded eagerly and said urgently, "Today I was near Zhao Family Village and saw that their fields are still well-watered. You know that based on the amount of water flowing through Hutuo River in our village, how could they possibly have enough water for their crops?"
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