I am a Primitive Man
Chapter 110 – Let the Deers out to pasture 2
Watching the setting sun casting a slanting glow as the evening approached, the Deer Lord, having indulged in a belly full of delicious grass, called out a couple of times to the deer herd behind him. Then, he turned and walked towards the direction of the tribe.
Han Cheng, who had already exhausted most of his strength after half a day, was being led towards the tribe by the Deer Lord, tethered by the rope on his head.
Oh, the shame! What a disgrace!
As a transcendent being destined to be the protagonist, Han Cheng was being walked like a dog by a deer.
Han Cheng once again felt like he was tarnishing the reputation of the great community of transcendent individuals.
The Deer Lord, in high spirits, walked at the forefront with an elegant posture, displaying the commanding presence of the leader of the deer herd.
“Yo! Yo!”
Turning his head towards the exhausted two-legged creature trailing behind, the Deer Lord called out twice, urging him to walk faster and not dawdle behind. How could he not even know to hurry back to the dwelling place before it got dark?
Han Cheng, feeling exhausted and powerless, was speechless.
Han Cheng gave up on releasing the deer. After being dragged around like a dog for three consecutive days by this damn deer, Han Cheng, who was infuriated and ashamed, stopped mentioning the idea of releasing the deer.
Of course, besides being infuriated and ashamed, there was another reason—this damn deer had a better sense of time than Han Cheng.
As soon as it was time, it would lead the deer herd, pulling Han Cheng and Fu Jiang, the crazy dog, towards the tribe.
Upon returning, when it encountered the closed gate of the deer pen, it would use its head to push it open. Then, it would walk in with the demeanor of a returning general, strutting in gracefully.
Afterward, it would lower its mouth into a row of water basins filled with salted water and drink.
If it found the basin empty, this fellow would lift its head, discontentedly calling outside, urging the person responsible for caring for them to quickly add water.
This damn deer truly saw itself as a lord.
After three such occasions, Han Cheng gave up on releasing the deer, as these creatures didn’t care whether they were released.
Moreover, because humans had only two short legs, they couldn’t outrun these creatures in case of danger outside.
In the morning, with the sun rising for quite some time, Han Cheng estimated that the dew on the grass leaves had already dried up. He opened the deer pen.
Thinking that this two-legged creature would release it again, the Deer Lord appeared somewhat excited, even more joyous than when he was drinking his wife’s milk.
Of course, Han Cheng didn’t want to torment himself again. He took the hanging rope and coiled it around the base of the deer’s antlers, securing it tightly to ensure it wouldn’t come loose.
Since it was coiled around the lowest part of the antlers, it wouldn’t hinder the Deer Lord from using its antlers for defense, scratching, and various other activities.
The Deer Lord realized that the two-legged creature wasn’t planning to let it roam freely today. Feeling unhappy, the leader signaled Han Cheng to walk alongside by pushing the antlers with the coiled rope towards him, suggesting that he should follow with the rope and enjoy the sunny spring day.
It wasn’t until Han Cheng infuriated and slapped its belly several times that the Deer Lord led its harem, offspring, and descendants, reluctantly leaving the tribe’s main gate and walking into the distance.
Occasionally, it would turn its head to look at Han Cheng, showing a reluctant expression that made Han Cheng sniffle.
Shaman and the Eldest Senior Brother watched the deer leave like this and felt a deep reluctance.
They worried the deer wouldn’t return after leaving without someone watching them.
“Divine Child, I’ll go and follow them,” said Eldest Senior Brother.
“Don’t worry. They will return,” Han Cheng said decisively.
Regarding releasing the deer and ending up being led by them instead, Han Cheng had issued strict orders for Tie Tou and the others to keep it confidential. The shaman and Eldest Senior Brother were unaware of what their Divine Child had truly experienced. They believed the deer returned because their Divine Child and the others accompanied them.
Now that the Divine Child had spoken this way, they didn’t persist and continued raising the enclosure walls.
At the same time, two people were sent outside the enclosure to harvest green grass near the tribe.
Part of the harvested green grass was used to feed the rabbits, while the rest was dried and stored as emergency food.
This task was mainly entrusted to Tie Tou and his partner, Ru Hua.
The appearance of the stone sickle and Ru Hua’s cooperation at night made Tie Tou confident. Initially, Han Cheng didn’t want to assign this task to Tie Tou and Ru Hua since they were adults who could do more important things. Harvesting green grass could be done by some of the underage members of the tribe, such as Xing, Cheng, Xiao Mei, Xiao Li, and others.
However, Tie Tou had developed a sense of accomplishment using the stone sickle to cut thatch, and he always wanted to cut something whenever he had spare time. After learning about this, Han Cheng assigned him to harvest green grass with Ru Hua.
Their interest truly was a powerful thing. As a pair, Tie Tou and Ru Hua harvested more green grass in a day than the group of underage individuals did in two days.
Moreover, Tie Tou was always in a cheerful mood.
Of course, he was cheerful because he also did some other private things with Flower while working in the vast fields harvesting green grass.
There were only the two of them, so there was no need to worry about being kicked in the buttocks by the Divine Child while they were in the middle of enjoying themselves. They could indulge freely.
After the group of underage individuals finished harvesting green grass, Han Cheng assigned them to collect wooden sticks.
He planned to wait until he had some free time to study the vine baskets with Lame and try to make them.
Spring had arrived, and everything was reviving. The vine branches had become soft and pliable, no longer as brittle as in winter, making them suitable for weaving vine baskets.
Of course, they were collecting old vine branches from the previous year, not the tender shoots of the current year.
Left Lame and Right Lame, who were originally supposed to become female slaves, had now officially joined the Green Sparrow Tribe. They were not idle either.
The injuries on their legs had mostly healed, but they were left with disabilities.
Considering that they couldn’t handle heavy work, Han Cheng assigned them the task of gutting and cleaning the fish caught by the underage individuals who often fished by the river.
Under the hands-on guidance of these underage individuals, they learned simple tasks, even mastering the art of pickling salted fish.
They were very happy, not only because the tribe accepted them but also because they genuinely enjoyed this work.
Dealing with food all day, such tasks were never enough for them.
As for the fishy smell, they did not even consider it. When they smelled it, all they could sense was the deliciousness.