I am a Primitive Man
Chapter 103 – The God’s secret
The Shi Tou was very distressed. Since being chosen by the shaman as the successor and being groomed to become the next shaman, his distress began.
In fact, in the past, he had admired the shaman greatly. The shaman didn’t need to go hunting or engage in other labor. When in a good mood, he could write and draw on the Shi Tou slabs inside the cave, communicate with the gods a few times a year with the tribe’s people, and have more than enough good food.
Even the chief had to stand behind the shaman when receiving food.
However, after being chosen by the shaman and starting his training, he realized that things were far from as simple as he had thought.
His distress didn’t come from helping the shaman record significant events in the tribe on clay tablets. As the one in the tribe who mastered the divine script the best, aside from the divine child, he was very willing to use the language of the gods to record various things created by the divine child. It was a kind of enjoyment for him.
His distress came from the words that the shaman mastered, passed down from the previous shaman, and those created by the shaman himself, as well as the various incomprehensible ritual languages and actions.
For the Shi Tou, who loved words, recognizing these symbols was already very uncomfortable. However, the shaman demanded recognition and the ability to write.
For the Shi Tou, this was the most painful thing.
He had already noticed that the shaman was unsure about the meanings of some of these symbols. But seeing the shaman’s serious expression, the Shi Tou had to suppress his desire to ask about it.
The languages that the Shi Tou had never fully understood during the shaman’s rituals were still unclear to him even when the shaman personally taught him. He didn’t know what the shaman was teaching him meant.
When he asked the shaman, he refused to tell him, only insisting that he firmly remember. The shaman said that he could communicate with the gods once he firmly mastered these things.
Shi Tou had a strong yearning and fondness for the gods. This yearning and fondness did not come from the shaman’s rituals but from the divine child, who was only slightly older than him.
The Shi Tou had witnessed all the magical things the divine child could do, and he longed to be as intelligent as the divine child, doing many things for the tribe and gaining the respect of the people.
So, after hearing the shaman say that mastering these things could communicate with the gods, the Shi Tou became excited and moved.
Even though he couldn’t understand the meaning of what the shaman taught, and these words were extremely confusing, he still forcibly memorized them and quickly mastered them.
The speed was so fast that even the shaman teaching him was somewhat surprised. After the surprise came joy. He was delighted that he hadn’t made a mistake; there was indeed a successor to the shaman in the Green Sparrow Tribe.
He was delighted, but the Shi Tou was not. This was because he had firmly memorized the words taught by the shaman for communicating with the gods, yet he had never seen the gods and heard them speak to him.
He expressed his distress to the shaman, and although the shaman felt something unusual, he earnestly told the Shi Tou that this was just the beginning of his learning, and he hadn’t completely mastered everything yet.
When the Shi Tou asked if the shaman had ever communicated with the gods, the shaman confirmed it with a very affirmative tone.
While the Shi Tou was distressed and troubled by the gods’ apparent indifference to him, the shaman’s heart was not calm.
Because he seemed to have discovered some secrets about the gods.
His past self was so similar to the Shi Tou, and the answers he gave to the previous shaman were similar to those he gave to the Shi Tou.
The shaman confirmed that he had never successfully communicated with the gods in his long career of serving them. He had never received any instructions from the gods, let alone seen them.
If he could say this to the Shi Tou, would the previous shaman have said the same to his predecessor?
The shaman didn’t dare to think further. This matter was a very troublesome one for him.
However, when the shaman saw the divine child, all doubts and hesitations disappeared from his mind.
If there were no gods, how could there be the various miracles displayed by the divine child? Only the gods could create such things.
Finally, the Shi Tou had had enough of the ancient words passed down by the shamans of previous generations.
Summoning courage, he suggested to the shaman to re-record everything recorded by the previous shamans in simple and understandable divine script.
After some contemplation, the shaman agreed to Shi Tou’s proposal. Aside from worrying that the Shi Tou would be too busy and keep asking him about what constituted successfully mastering the method to communicate with the gods, the shaman also felt that the previous complicated and incomprehensible words were too complex compared to the simplicity of the divine script.
The Shi Tou hadn’t guessed wrong. There were things depicted on those ancient Shi Tou slabs that even the shaman couldn’t be sure about.
So, he agreed to Shi Tou’s proposal.
In the past, even if the shaman had the idea of re-writing what the previous shamans had left behind using the simple divine script, he wouldn’t have had the ability to do so. Just recording the innovations of the divine child had already overwhelmed him.
But now, with the Shi Tou being someone better at understanding the language and script of the gods than himself, the shaman didn’t have to worry about this problem.
Han Cheng only learned about this after they started working on it for a while.
He naturally supported this obvious progress.
However, Shi Tou was uncomfortable because he still had to master those complex and incomprehensible words.
He got beaten, not because he always wanted to ask the shaman how to communicate with the gods, and not by the shaman or anyone in the tribe.
He was beaten by the deer inside the deer pen.
In his leisure time, following the shaman’s learning, the Shi Tou, who would often go to the deer pen to watch the fawns nursing, finally couldn’t resist the temptation of the large, long, soft, and delicious-looking things.
After befriending the mother deer and finding a moment when no one was around, the Shi Tou finally indulged in the long-desired delicacy.
Before he could come back to his senses from the warm touch and some fragrant aroma, the fawn, angered by someone stealing its meal, butted him on the buttocks and sent him tumbling into the mud.