I am a Primitive Man
Chapter 137 – Something happened
Because the main force in the tribe has been busy building the wall, the others have been busy harvesting green grass, oilseed rape, collecting tree branches, weaving basket heads, and burning tiles. Moreover, the task of using stones to lay the foundation was newly assigned by Han Cheng, so there hasn’t been time to collect stones.
This has caused the houses that the Green Sparrow Tribe eagerly wanted to build to halt just after digging the foundation.
After collectively spending a day and a half transporting stones, they finally started building the foundation.
The stones brought in a day were not enough to complete the foundation, but it eased the urgent situation.
With this pile of stones, three skilled masons, following the method taught by Han Cheng, tried to arrange the uneven and different-sized stones as neatly as possible to make them sturdy.
Large stones outlined the general contours, smaller ones were used to fill gaps as needed, and for the remaining crevices that couldn’t be filled with stones, they used bone shovels to scoop up well-prepared mud to fill them. In this way, a solid foundation was formed.
The three who stayed to build the foundation were the Eldest Senior Brother, Third Senior Brother, and another person who originally belonged to the Pig Tribe, all men.
Building a wall with irregular stones required good eyesight and coordination and a fair amount of strength to constantly lift or flip the stones to place them in the right positions. Men naturally had an advantage in this task.
The Eldest Senior Brother and the others only knew how to use stones to polish tools or use them as throwing weapons. The idea of using stones to build a wall had never occurred to them.
Under Han Cheng’s guidance, they immediately felt this method was good. The stone wall looked more solid than a mud wall, and the stone walls were not afraid of wind and rain.
Many people felt a sudden enlightenment, realizing that stones could be used for such a purpose.
The Eldest Senior Brother and the others had already performed outstandingly when building the deer shed and the wall. Their learning ability was not as poor as imagined; they lacked exposure.
In addition, over the past year, having done many similar tasks and with Han Cheng guiding them, they quickly adapted to this method of laying the foundation with stones.
This is probably what they call “learning by analogy.”
The three of them built the foundation while the others searched for and transported stones, ensuring that progress was not delayed.
On the west side of the hill where the Green Sparrow Tribe was building caves, there were many scattered rocks. The rocks here were hard, mostly black or with a hint of green basalt.
Some basalt rocks even had many holes, and Han Cheng knew that this was caused by the entrapment of air during the flow of magma during the initial volcanic eruption.
Most of the stone tools owned by the Green Sparrow Tribe were made from materials selected here.
This time, Han Cheng wanted to use stones to lay the foundation, and the people of the Green Sparrow Tribe also transported stones from here.
After a long period of making stone tools, many scattered stone fragments were here.
An accident occurred.
A man from the Green Sparrow Tribe, while using a carrying pole to transport two halves of a basket-headed stone towards the west side of the tribe’s wall, suddenly had the carrying pole break. The two basket heads fell to the ground, and some stones rolled out, hitting his left foot. A large piece of skin was knocked off the sole of his foot, and the big toe and second toe turned a deep shade of purple. These two toenails were bound to fall off.
Fortunately, the stones fell to the ground first and then rolled onto his foot. Otherwise, Han Cheng felt that the Green Sparrow Tribe would have a fourth person who became lame.
Gathering seven Dragon Balls can summon Divine Dragon, but gathering seven limps…
Han Cheng thought about the appearance of seven people walking together with one leg each and felt it was better not to gather them. Although the Green Sparrow Tribe, due to the increase in various tasks, wouldn’t become disabled or burdensome like if someone lost a leg, it was still better to avoid injuries if possible. Even though the weather was getting hotter daily, it couldn’t be compared to winter. Wounds were easily infected and inflamed.
Previously, many people in the Green Sparrow Tribe died from infections caused by wounds. Liang remembered this clearly because his mother died from a foot injury when she accidentally hit her foot while making stone tools, and it slowly rotted away.
The wound on his mother’s foot was not as big as the one on his foot.
Liang sat on the ground, holding his injured foot, shivering. Part of it was because of the pain, but more of it was thinking about his mother.
Han Cheng came over upon hearing the news, saw Liang’s injury, and breathed a sigh of relief. Such an injury would heal after resting for some time. It didn’t reach the bone, so it wouldn’t significantly impact.
“Don’t be afraid, it’s okay.”
Seeing Liang shivering and shedding big tears, though he found it strange that this primitive man couldn’t endure pain and even shivered from such a small injury, Han Cheng still smiled and comforted him.
Han Cheng then instructed two people to lift Liang and return him to the tribe. He walked around nearby and pulled out a few green, slightly fat plants with thorns on the leaves and a plant with a purple flower on top. He called it Thorny Bud, not knowing its scientific name.
This plant had excellent hemostatic effects. When he cut his hand while mowing grass as a child, he would pluck some Thorny Bud leaves, rub them, and cover the wound. The bleeding would stop quickly.
This plant had another use, which was faking death.
Pluck the purple flowers on the Thorny Bud, put them in your mouth, chew, and soon, a color very similar to blood will appear. Even the tongue and teeth would be stained.
Shouting, “Little devils, come, grandpa’s back after eighteen years, once again a hero!”
Then spitting out blood in a way that seemed extremely tragic and righteous. Han Cheng used to do similar things a lot when he was a child.
Seeing the smile on the Divine Child’s face and hearing the words of the Divine Child, Liang, who was still in fear, remembered the time when the Divine Child revived the withered flowers in winter, calming down a bit.
Like a beam of light, the Divine Child’s appearance broke through the fear that had tightly enveloped him.
The Divine Child will find a way.
Fearful Liang told himself this was not the first time.
After returning to the tribe, Han Cheng ordered someone to boil water and add salt to it.
“This might be painful.”
Han Cheng said to Liang, who wasn’t trembling as much.
Liang nodded forcefully, indicating that the Divine Child could do as he pleased, as he was already prepared.
The intense fear of death and the strong desire to survive easily allowed him to overcome the pain of sprinkling salt on the wound.
With water at around sixty degrees Celsius, Liang’s foot was cleaned of stains. Han Cheng repeatedly washed the large wound on the sole of Liang’s foot, and the strong stimulation caused Liang’s foot to involuntarily arch upwards.
The blood had already stopped somewhat and returned to its previous flow rate with Han Cheng’s cleaning and Liang’s movements.