I am a Primitive Man

Han Cheng used a fire stick to poke the firewood in the fire basin, and the fire quickly became much brighter, making the scene clearer. After carefully examining them, he finally confirmed that the mustard-like seeds on the mulberry branches were silkworm seeds. However, they were of a different color from the ones he raised in his childhood.

He thought he had missed the chance after the Golden Silkworm broke free from its cocoon, but unexpectedly, he inadvertently caught its offspring.

That's fine, too, saving him the trouble of searching around the mulberry trees next spring. Thinking of the taste of being tricked by foreign hot peppers, he couldn't help but grin.

After scrutinizing the silkworm seeds for a while, the firewood in the fire basin was almost burned out, and the light became dim.

Han Cheng had no plans to add more firewood. He stood up, put the mulberry branches back in place, and went to the earthen bed. Taking off his wide animal skin belt, he lay down on the earthen bed and covered himself with the animal skin.

Nothing went wrong last night. Even if the people from the Bone Tribe had some intentions, the presence of the guards on the high walls would deter them completely.

Early the next morning, the people from the Bone Tribe went to the Green Sparrow Tribe to borrow fire, preparing to heat their food outside the wall before setting off home.

They had brought the tools for drilling wood, but it was too troublesome. It was easier to borrow fire from the Green Sparrow Tribe, especially since there was always a fire burning in the tribe.

The Bone Tribe leader was extremely surprised to see that there was not even a spark in the Green Sparrow Tribe despite the many fires yesterday.

Seeing the Bone Tribe leader's expression, the pride of the Green Sparrow Tribe rose involuntarily. He called out to Fire One and asked her to drill wood and provide fire for the neighboring tribe. After all, the Green Sparrow Tribe also needed fire for cooking.

When the Bone Tribe leader saw that Fire One was about to start drilling for fire, and the person drilling was an elderly person, he didn't know what to say for a moment.

After hesitating for a moment, he waved his hand repeatedly, indicating that they would not borrow fire, and went back directly, carrying some fruit or the like.

In his heart, he thought that letting such an old person drill for fire would probably take until nightfall for a flame to appear.

The Green Sparrow Tribe leader shook his head as he held him.

At this moment, Fire One had already prepared the firewood and began to drill. The Bone Tribe leader couldn't help but be stunned by this unique drilling method for fire. Wasn't it supposed to be done quickly with the palm-rubbing method? This…

His confusion was quickly replaced by shock because, at the time, he was puzzled; wisps of smoke were already rising from the firewood.

The sky was overcast, and the sun did not appear as scheduled. The Bone Tribe leader, carrying the precious pottery they had exchanged, hurried back to his tribe.

They were in a hurry, fearing that it would rain. In this season, getting caught in the rain was no joke.

He held the jar of salt close to his chest. The jar was no longer the one used to hold salt but one they had exchanged for food. The original salt jar was not given to them by the other tribe.

The meaning was clear: salt could be shared, but the jar could not be given away for free.

As they hurried back, the Bone Tribe leader seemed a little absent-minded. He wasn't dissatisfied because the other party only gave salt and didn't give the jar, but he was recalling everything he had seen in that tribe.

There was pottery, walls, houses, deer herds, delicious salt… These were all fine, but how could such an old person easily drill fire?

Everything he saw in that tribe greatly impacted him, making him wonder if their tribe's way of survival, which had been passed down, needed to change.

Should their tribe also build walls?

He recalled the people of that tribe standing on the high walls, holding stones and spears, looking down from above.

Thinking of the tall and majestic walls, he became hesitant. Could humans build such walls?

The people of the Bone Tribe left, and life in the Green Sparrow Tribe returned to its original state.

Eldest Senior Brother organized the food brought by the Bone Tribe, categorizing it for future consumption.

After sorting out these things, breakfast in the tribe was ready.

Shang, who usually had a good appetite, was not feeling like eating today. He hadn't enjoyed his meal last night either; he would take a few bites and gaze towards the three tiled houses where the Divine Child resided, looking deeply troubled.

Suddenly, he sped up his eating, quickly finishing the food in his bowl and placing it in a large pottery basin filled with water. He left the cave and headed towards Han Cheng's residence.

Han Cheng hadn't eaten much this morning. After finishing his meal, he left the cave and returned to his room.

"Knock, knock, knock."

Shang arrived at the door, hesitated momentarily, then finally raised his hand and knocked on the closed door.

Knocking on doors was something Han Cheng specifically instructed, although he didn't engage in anything unsightly in his room. However, others still needed to knock before entering his private space.

"Come in."

The voice of the Divine Child came from inside the room. Shang appeared somewhat nervous as he pushed the door open and walked in, then turned around and closed the door.

Han Cheng had already come out from the inner room. He was surprised to see Shang, as Shang had never visited him before. Usually, the shaman and Eldest Senior Brother came to his room the most.

The central room was used as a living room. In the middle, a stone pedestal was built with stones and ash, upon which a flat stone slab was about two feet square. Although crude, it resembled a stone table.

Around the stone table were several wooden or neatly shaped stone stools.

Han Cheng took the main seat without hesitation, allowing Shang to sit opposite him. Although Han Cheng hadn't informed the tribe members of the rules for this room yet.

Once seated, Han Cheng asked Shang what he needed.

Facing the Divine Child’s inquiry, Shang appeared somewhat nervous. He found it strange, not understanding where his nervousness came from, as the Divine Child had always been very kind…

After hesitating, he spoke, using the common language with Han Cheng to express his thoughts.

Han Cheng understood what he meant. It was similar to what he had thought yesterday: in the future, when members of the Green Sparrow Tribe went out, they should leave behind a certain number of people to guard the tribe and prevent it from being too empty.

Han Cheng nodded approvingly at Shang's proposal. Such behavior, thinking for the tribe's sake, must be encouraged.

Shang was delighted that the Divine Child didn't blame him and even agreed to his suggestion. The anxiety he had been carrying since last night was suddenly lifted.

Han Cheng watched Shang leave and nodded to himself. He had previously been a leader, with a keen insight that surpassed ordinary people. Of course, this was also closely related to his previous experiences.

After thinking for a while in the room, Han Cheng left and found the shaman and the Eldest Senior Brother to discuss the matter. Both of them agreed, and the decision regarding tribal security was thus settled.

Han Cheng used a fire stick to poke the firewood in the fire basin, and the fire quickly became much brighter, making the scene clearer. After carefully examining them, he finally confirmed that the mustard-like seeds on the mulberry branches were silkworm seeds. However, they were of a different color from the ones he raised in his childhood.

He thought he had missed the chance after the Golden Silkworm broke free from its cocoon, but unexpectedly, he inadvertently caught its offspring.

That's fine, too, saving him the trouble of searching around the mulberry trees next spring. Thinking of the taste of being tricked by foreign hot peppers, he couldn't help but grin.

After scrutinizing the silkworm seeds for a while, the firewood in the fire basin was almost burned out, and the light became dim.

Han Cheng had no plans to add more firewood. He stood up, put the mulberry branches back in place, and went to the earthen bed. Taking off his wide animal skin belt, he lay down on the earthen bed and covered himself with the animal skin.

Nothing went wrong last night. Even if the people from the Bone Tribe had some intentions, the presence of the guards on the high walls would deter them completely.

Early the next morning, the people from the Bone Tribe went to the Green Sparrow Tribe to borrow fire, preparing to heat their food outside the wall before setting off home.

They had brought the tools for drilling wood, but it was too troublesome. It was easier to borrow fire from the Green Sparrow Tribe, especially since there was always a fire burning in the tribe.

The Bone Tribe leader was extremely surprised to see that there was not even a spark in the Green Sparrow Tribe despite the many fires yesterday.

Seeing the Bone Tribe leader's expression, the pride of the Green Sparrow Tribe rose involuntarily. He called out to Fire One and asked her to drill wood and provide fire for the neighboring tribe. After all, the Green Sparrow Tribe also needed fire for cooking.

When the Bone Tribe leader saw that Fire One was about to start drilling for fire, and the person drilling was an elderly person, he didn't know what to say for a moment.

After hesitating for a moment, he waved his hand repeatedly, indicating that they would not borrow fire, and went back directly, carrying some fruit or the like.

In his heart, he thought that letting such an old person drill for fire would probably take until nightfall for a flame to appear.

The Green Sparrow Tribe leader shook his head as he held him.

At this moment, Fire One had already prepared the firewood and began to drill. The Bone Tribe leader couldn't help but be stunned by this unique drilling method for fire. Wasn't it supposed to be done quickly with the palm-rubbing method? This…

His confusion was quickly replaced by shock because, at the time, he was puzzled; wisps of smoke were already rising from the firewood.

The sky was overcast, and the sun did not appear as scheduled. The Bone Tribe leader, carrying the precious pottery they had exchanged, hurried back to his tribe.

They were in a hurry, fearing that it would rain. In this season, getting caught in the rain was no joke.

He held the jar of salt close to his chest. The jar was no longer the one used to hold salt but one they had exchanged for food. The original salt jar was not given to them by the other tribe.

The meaning was clear: salt could be shared, but the jar could not be given away for free.

As they hurried back, the Bone Tribe leader seemed a little absent-minded. He wasn't dissatisfied because the other party only gave salt and didn't give the jar, but he was recalling everything he had seen in that tribe.

There was pottery, walls, houses, deer herds, delicious salt… These were all fine, but how could such an old person easily drill fire?

Everything he saw in that tribe greatly impacted him, making him wonder if their tribe's way of survival, which had been passed down, needed to change.

Should their tribe also build walls?

He recalled the people of that tribe standing on the high walls, holding stones and spears, looking down from above.

Thinking of the tall and majestic walls, he became hesitant. Could humans build such walls?

The people of the Bone Tribe left, and life in the Green Sparrow Tribe returned to its original state.

Eldest Senior Brother organized the food brought by the Bone Tribe, categorizing it for future consumption.

After sorting out these things, breakfast in the tribe was ready.

Shang, who usually had a good appetite, was not feeling like eating today. He hadn't enjoyed his meal last night either; he would take a few bites and gaze towards the three tiled houses where the Divine Child resided, looking deeply troubled.

Suddenly, he sped up his eating, quickly finishing the food in his bowl and placing it in a large pottery basin filled with water. He left the cave and headed towards Han Cheng's residence.

Han Cheng hadn't eaten much this morning. After finishing his meal, he left the cave and returned to his room.

"Knock, knock, knock."

Shang arrived at the door, hesitated momentarily, then finally raised his hand and knocked on the closed door.

Knocking on doors was something Han Cheng specifically instructed, although he didn't engage in anything unsightly in his room. However, others still needed to knock before entering his private space.

"Come in."

The voice of the Divine Child came from inside the room. Shang appeared somewhat nervous as he pushed the door open and walked in, then turned around and closed the door.

Han Cheng had already come out from the inner room. He was surprised to see Shang, as Shang had never visited him before. Usually, the shaman and Eldest Senior Brother came to his room the most.

The central room was used as a living room. In the middle, a stone pedestal was built with stones and ash, upon which a flat stone slab was about two feet square. Although crude, it resembled a stone table.

Around the stone table were several wooden or neatly shaped stone stools.

Han Cheng took the main seat without hesitation, allowing Shang to sit opposite him. Although Han Cheng hadn't informed the tribe members of the rules for this room yet.

Once seated, Han Cheng asked Shang what he needed.

Facing the Divine Child’s inquiry, Shang appeared somewhat nervous. He found it strange, not understanding where his nervousness came from, as the Divine Child had always been very kind…

After hesitating, he spoke, using the common language with Han Cheng to express his thoughts.

Han Cheng understood what he meant. It was similar to what he had thought yesterday: in the future, when members of the Green Sparrow Tribe went out, they should leave behind a certain number of people to guard the tribe and prevent it from being too empty.

Han Cheng nodded approvingly at Shang's proposal. Such behavior, thinking for the tribe's sake, must be encouraged.

Shang was delighted that the Divine Child didn't blame him and even agreed to his suggestion. The anxiety he had been carrying since last night was suddenly lifted.

Han Cheng watched Shang leave and nodded to himself. He had previously been a leader, with a keen insight that surpassed ordinary people. Of course, this was also closely related to his previous experiences.

After thinking for a while in the room, Han Cheng left and found the shaman and the Eldest Senior Brother to discuss the matter. Both of them agreed, and the decision regarding tribal security was thus settled.

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