I am a Primitive Man
Chapter 459 – Defense system with high-risk vulnerabilities!
The weather had become warmer than the past few days. Shaman, who behaves like a wealthy landowner, petted his rabbits, removed the thick fur coat he had been wearing, and, with his hands behind his back, leisurely walked out of the tribe’s courtyard.
Since the area inside and outside the tribe was populated, there was no need to arrange special escorts.
He first strolled to a nearby field, squatted down, and pulled out some weeds. After standing up, he glanced at the people working in the distance, carried the pulled weeds to the compost pit, and threw them in.
Noticing that the compost pit didn’t have enough manure, he shook his head, looking somewhat worried.
After a period of concern over the fertilizer, Shaman continued to wander and arrived at the wooden stick barrier outside the protective ditch.
The grass here was more lush than other places because the wooden stick barrier wasn’t frequently visited, even by the Fu Jiang, who generally avoided this area.
A shaman squatted by the wooden stick barrier pulled out some grass, and then held a wooden stick in his hand, shaking it back and forth, feeling it wasn’t very sturdy.
With more force, the wooden stick that served as the Green Sparrow tribe’s outermost defense snapped cleanly in half.
Fortunately, Shaman frequently practiced divination and had developed good skills, so he managed to brace himself on the ground. Otherwise, if it had been someone else of his age, they would likely have fallen and injured themselves.
Shaman’s attention was not on his near-fall. Instead, he kept looking at the broken wooden stick in his hand, and the piece left on the ground.
After observing for a while, he reached out to pull another one from the barrier, only to snap that one.
The thorns among the wooden sticks were also in poor condition.
This unexpected discovery made Shaman extremely anxious, more so than finding the compost pit lacking manure.
The wooden stick barrier was their tribe’s primary defense, and now it was in such a state—how could it defend against enemies?
“Divine Child!”
Hearing Shaman’s shout, Han Cheng, who was nearby examining the deep pit caused by the excavation for the toilet, turned around.
Shaman was holding several decayed wooden sticks and looked quite urgent.
What happened?
Who had annoyed this big shot?
Han Cheng was somewhat stunned when he saw Shaman.
“Shaman, what’s wrong?”
“Divine Child, this…”
Shaman came over and got straight to the point.
Han Cheng squatted down and looked at the wooden stick barrier with gaps, feeling both distressed and relieved.
He had been busy with other tasks and had forgotten about the wooden stick barrier.
He was relieved that Shaman had discovered it today; otherwise, he wouldn’t have known that the tribe’s defenses had developed a high-risk vulnerability.
It was distressing that even if they repaired it now, the wooden stick barrier would probably need another renovation within a few years.
Given the current situation, it would be best to refurbish it once a year, with a maximum of every two years; otherwise, the defense provided by the wooden sticks would be significantly reduced.
This was also quite a troublesome task. Just getting many appropriately sized wooden sticks and sharpening both ends was enough to be a hassle.
However, it couldn’t be ignored.
The wooden stick barrier’s role in the tribe was self-evident. With it and the protective ditch, the Green Sparrow tribe’s defenses would become extremely solid.
Concentrating manpower on a single front allows for a decisive counterattack against invading enemies.
Previously, when the Bone Tribe attacked the Green Sparrow Tribe if it weren’t for the wooden stick barrier, the protective ditch, and the presence of the Eldest Senior Brother, the Third Senior Brother, and others, it wouldn’t have been easy for the second Senior Brother and his team to trounce the invaders.
After all, the Green Sparrow Tribe’s wall was very long, and many places needed defense.
Given the situation, Han Cheng had no choice but to halt the construction of the pigpen and redirect the manpower here.
They removed all the decayed wooden sticks, transported them back to the tribe for burning, and used new wooden sticks to rebuild the defense system.
This was a major issue concerning the tribe’s safety, so no one dared be negligent. After seven days, the new wooden stick barrier was completed. It was wider and denser than the previous one and included thorns inside.
Looking at the newly built wooden stick barrier, Shaman smiled.
However, Han Cheng wasn’t pleased.
He had been struggling with how to permanently solve the problem of the wooden stick barrier so that it wouldn’t require such troublesome annual repairs.
He had thought of solutions but rejected them all.
For example, a low wall could be built at the location of the wooden stick barrier to block the invaders’ advance.
While such an idea was good, it wasn’t efficient. It involved a massive project and wasn’t as effective as the wooden stick barrier.
Han Cheng’s concerns continued until he led people to prune the fruit trees in the orchard.
The previous year’s pruning had resulted in a bountiful harvest, with the tribe praising canned fruit, fruit wine, and fruit vinegar.
So this year, when pruning began, no one had any doubts.
However, this year’s pruning was different from previous years. This time, most of the pruned branches were small, with few large branches.
Han Cheng contemplated solving the wooden stick barrier issue because the trees growing at the edge of the orchard resembled oranges.
These trees were not very tall, had wooden thorns, and were quite sturdy.
The gardener, Tu Ba, whom Han Cheng had been training, was about to graduate and knew they needed more fruit trees.
He pointed to these trees and shared his thoughts with Han Cheng, suggesting eradicating these trees and planting new fruit saplings in the cleared land.
The fruit from these orange-like trees was too disappointing.
Not only were the fruits small, but they were also bitter and astringent, extremely unpalatable. Even the wild boars in the tribe refused to eat them…
As Tu Ba continued to explain how bad these trees were, Han Cheng smiled and told him, “Get the seeds from these fruits and start a nursery…”
Since the fruits from these trees were so unappetizing, the Green Sparrow Tribe hadn’t bothered to pick them last year.
There were still many half-dried fruits on the ground and the trees.
Tu Ba was momentarily puzzled by Han Cheng’s words.
Did the Divine Child not understand his explanation?
Why keep these trees and even increase the planting area?
Could it be that the Divine Child had devised a way to make these unpalatable fruits taste good?
Thinking about delicious fruits made Tu Ba’s mouth water…
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