I am a Primitive Man

"Dong, dong, dong…"

After a large pile of sharpened tree stakes had been prepared, the Eldest Senior Brother and others stopped plowing the fields. Each person took a stone and hammered the sharpened wooden stakes into the ground.

The location for hammering the stakes was along the second line created on the outskirts of the Green Sparrow Tribe.

As the walls grew higher, the throwing distance of the Green Sparrow Tribe's people extended further forward. However, the two original lines remained unchanged because the greatest throwing distance did not necessarily inflict the most powerful damage on the enemy.

It was better not to move these two lines.

Previously, when the wall was only two meters high, the people from outside the tribe couldn't even throw their weapons over the second line, and it was not a threat to the safety of the Green Sparrow Tribe. Now that the wall had been raised much higher, the safety of the Green Sparrow Tribe was naturally assured at this distance.

After much thought and verification, Han Cheng established this defensive line here.

The Eldest Senior Brother hammered one stake until only about ten centimeters were left, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and looked at the completed section of the torn belt nearly four meters wide with great satisfaction.

Because the stakes were hammered down with stones, the tips of the stakes were not very sharp. Moreover, he wore grass shoes on his feet, with animal skin socks inside, so he didn't feel much pain even when stepping on them.

However, the Eldest Senior Brother's joy did not diminish. There weren't many people in other tribes who wore grass shoes and socks like him.

He imagined the scene of the attackers rushing over and being tripped up by the stakes before they could attack their tribe or falling after stepping on the sharp ends of the stakes, their faces turning pale before revealing a relieved expression.

Falling in a place with so many relatively sharp tree stakes… the consequences…

Even if most people's injuries weren't fatal, the people defending the tribe on the wall were not puppets. They would take advantage of the opportunity to throw spears and stones…

After about half a month, the people of the Green Sparrow Tribe completed this defensive system.

Rows of stakes stood here, like a green belt that had appeared out of thin air, but this kind of green belt was stained with blood.

The stakes were not densely packed; there was a distance of about forty centimeters between each row and a similar distance between stakes in the same row.

There was no need to worry about attackers from other tribes passing through the forty-centimeter gap because these stakes were for defense, not planting trees. Whether looked at horizontally, vertically, or diagonally, there was no space for a forty-centimeter-wide passage.

Each stake in the second row was hammered into the middle position between the two stakes in the first row, and each stake in the third row was hammered into the southern position after shifting from the two stakes in the second row…

This way, the gaps between the stakes would be very small, making it impossible to charge straight through.

As everyone looked at this defensive line led by the Divine Child and built by themselves, smiles appeared on their faces because they felt a sense of security from it.

When everyone thought this was a great success, the Divine Child gave new instructions regarding this defensive line. He instructed the tribe's people to collect sturdy vines, similar to the ones used when encountering wild boars and saber-toothed tigers last time to build defenses.

While collecting the vines, if they encountered thorny bushes with large thorns, they also tried to bring them back as much as possible.

The collected vines were wrapped around the stakes nailed into the ground one by one by Lame to be used as ropes.

They created something similar to tripwire traps using these stakes as pivot points.

The thorny bushes brought back were placed on the outer and inner perimeters of the defensive formation wrapped with vines by Lame.

The people of the Green Sparrow Tribe, under the guidance of their Divine Child, felt a sudden pity for those who would attack their tribe in the future…

Han Cheng, the Divine Child, was still somewhat dissatisfied, regretting not finding soapberry trees.

It wasn't for washing hair or clothes but for the large thorns on soapberry trees.

Throwing those thorns down here would be extremely convenient for the primitive people who only wore shoes. Han Cheng experienced the power of soapberry thorns firsthand as a child.

He was about four or five years old and used to run barefoot in the summer. Once, he stepped on a soapberry thorn that had fallen.

He still remembered the refreshing sensation, and at that time, he had tried pulling it out twice with his hands but failed. It was another adult nearby who managed to do it…

The people of the Green Sparrow Tribe didn't know what their Divine Child was thinking. Their admiration for him would be even more overwhelming if they did.

They felt even more sympathy and pity for those who might attack their tribe.

After completing these tasks, winter had fully arrived.

A cold wind blew through the night, carrying dried grass with it. The temperature suddenly dropped, but the people of the Green Sparrow Tribe didn't feel much cold. They had heated beds in their rooms, so this winter felt warmer.

Wrapped in thick fur, Shaman walked out from the east room, opened the door, and stepped outside, exhaling white breath fiercely shivering.

It was like two different worlds outside and inside the house!

If it weren't for the need to deal with the last batch of rabbits that needed to be executed today, Shaman would have turned around and returned to the warm, heated bed.

Shaman stood there, looking at the chimneys beside the house, thick at the bottom and thin at the top, emitting wisps of smoke, with a smile on his face. This was a good thing.

Han Cheng also got up, similarly wrapped in thick fur, wearing a primitive version of a hat that covered his entire head, ears, and half of his face. He stood beside Shaman, watching him knock rabbits with a small stick.

Shaman's hands and feet were so agile it was unbelievable. One stick, one rabbit. His movements were as smooth as flowing water. In no time, there was a pile of rabbits at his feet.

The people of the Green Sparrow Tribe were always enthusiastic about food. This enthusiasm couldn't be stifled even by the harsh cold. The Eldest Senior Brother and others were peeling rabbit fur while breathing out white breath, chatting happily.

Skilled people could peel off a "tube skin," which, when tanned, could be transformed into excellent socks or gloves. These cylindrical rabbit skins were durable and comfortable, much better than those sewn from ropes. They were rare treasures.

With many hands, the work progressed quickly. After nearly a hundred rabbits were processed, the sun was still far from directly south. Seeing there was still time, Han  Cheng called a few people, including Hei Wa, and left the courtyard, walking towards a nearby place.

"Dong, dong, dong…"

After a large pile of sharpened tree stakes had been prepared, the Eldest Senior Brother and others stopped plowing the fields. Each person took a stone and hammered the sharpened wooden stakes into the ground.

The location for hammering the stakes was along the second line created on the outskirts of the Green Sparrow Tribe.

As the walls grew higher, the throwing distance of the Green Sparrow Tribe's people extended further forward. However, the two original lines remained unchanged because the greatest throwing distance did not necessarily inflict the most powerful damage on the enemy.

It was better not to move these two lines.

Previously, when the wall was only two meters high, the people from outside the tribe couldn't even throw their weapons over the second line, and it was not a threat to the safety of the Green Sparrow Tribe. Now that the wall had been raised much higher, the safety of the Green Sparrow Tribe was naturally assured at this distance.

After much thought and verification, Han Cheng established this defensive line here.

The Eldest Senior Brother hammered one stake until only about ten centimeters were left, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and looked at the completed section of the torn belt nearly four meters wide with great satisfaction.

He stood up and tried stepping on the newly hammered stake with his foot.

Because the stakes were hammered down with stones, the tips of the stakes were not very sharp. Moreover, he wore grass shoes on his feet, with animal skin socks inside, so he didn't feel much pain even when stepping on them.

However, the Eldest Senior Brother's joy did not diminish. There weren't many people in other tribes who wore grass shoes and socks like him.

He imagined the scene of the attackers rushing over and being tripped up by the stakes before they could attack their tribe or falling after stepping on the sharp ends of the stakes, their faces turning pale before revealing a relieved expression.

Falling in a place with so many relatively sharp tree stakes… the consequences…

Even if most people's injuries weren't fatal, the people defending the tribe on the wall were not puppets. They would take advantage of the opportunity to throw spears and stones…

After about half a month, the people of the Green Sparrow Tribe completed this defensive system.

Rows of stakes stood here, like a green belt that had appeared out of thin air, but this kind of green belt was stained with blood.

The stakes were not densely packed; there was a distance of about forty centimeters between each row and a similar distance between stakes in the same row.

There was no need to worry about attackers from other tribes passing through the forty-centimeter gap because these stakes were for defense, not planting trees. Whether looked at horizontally, vertically, or diagonally, there was no space for a forty-centimeter-wide passage.

Each stake in the second row was hammered into the middle position between the two stakes in the first row, and each stake in the third row was hammered into the southern position after shifting from the two stakes in the second row…

This way, the gaps between the stakes would be very small, making it impossible to charge straight through.

As everyone looked at this defensive line led by the Divine Child and built by themselves, smiles appeared on their faces because they felt a sense of security from it.

When everyone thought this was a great success, the Divine Child gave new instructions regarding this defensive line. He instructed the tribe's people to collect sturdy vines, similar to the ones used when encountering wild boars and saber-toothed tigers last time to build defenses.

While collecting the vines, if they encountered thorny bushes with large thorns, they also tried to bring them back as much as possible.

The collected vines were wrapped around the stakes nailed into the ground one by one by Lame to be used as ropes.

They created something similar to tripwire traps using these stakes as pivot points.

The thorny bushes brought back were placed on the outer and inner perimeters of the defensive formation wrapped with vines by Lame.

The people of the Green Sparrow Tribe, under the guidance of their Divine Child, felt a sudden pity for those who would attack their tribe in the future…

Han Cheng, the Divine Child, was still somewhat dissatisfied, regretting not finding soapberry trees.

It wasn't for washing hair or clothes but for the large thorns on soapberry trees.

Throwing those thorns down here would be extremely convenient for the primitive people who only wore shoes. Han Cheng experienced the power of soapberry thorns firsthand as a child.

He was about four or five years old and used to run barefoot in the summer. Once, he stepped on a soapberry thorn that had fallen.

He still remembered the refreshing sensation, and at that time, he had tried pulling it out twice with his hands but failed. It was another adult nearby who managed to do it…

The people of the Green Sparrow Tribe didn't know what their Divine Child was thinking. Their admiration for him would be even more overwhelming if they did.

They felt even more sympathy and pity for those who might attack their tribe.

After completing these tasks, winter had fully arrived.

A cold wind blew through the night, carrying dried grass with it. The temperature suddenly dropped, but the people of the Green Sparrow Tribe didn't feel much cold. They had heated beds in their rooms, so this winter felt warmer.

Wrapped in thick fur, Shaman walked out from the east room, opened the door, and stepped outside, exhaling white breath fiercely shivering.

It was like two different worlds outside and inside the house!

If it weren't for the need to deal with the last batch of rabbits that needed to be executed today, Shaman would have turned around and returned to the warm, heated bed.

Shaman stood there, looking at the chimneys beside the house, thick at the bottom and thin at the top, emitting wisps of smoke, with a smile on his face. This was a good thing.

Han Cheng also got up, similarly wrapped in thick fur, wearing a primitive version of a hat that covered his entire head, ears, and half of his face. He stood beside Shaman, watching him knock rabbits with a small stick.

Shaman's hands and feet were so agile it was unbelievable. One stick, one rabbit. His movements were as smooth as flowing water. In no time, there was a pile of rabbits at his feet.

The people of the Green Sparrow Tribe were always enthusiastic about food. This enthusiasm couldn't be stifled even by the harsh cold. The Eldest Senior Brother and others were peeling rabbit fur while breathing out white breath, chatting happily.

Skilled people could peel off a "tube skin," which, when tanned, could be transformed into excellent socks or gloves. These cylindrical rabbit skins were durable and comfortable, much better than those sewn from ropes. They were rare treasures.

With many hands, the work progressed quickly. After nearly a hundred rabbits were processed, the sun was still far from directly south. Seeing there was still time, Han  Cheng called a few people, including Hei Wa, and left the courtyard, walking towards a nearby place.

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