I am a Primitive Man
Chapter 202 – The impoverished Donkey Tribe and the Weaver Woman wrapped in animal skins
After discussing matters, the long-absent Donkey Tribe arrived before Han Cheng and the others left.
Due to the cold weather, the people of the Donkey Tribe appeared even darker.
Receiving visiting tribes was a task that the Eldest Senior Brother had mastered long ago, so he took care of everything without much instruction from Han Cheng.
The leader of the Donkey Tribe, tightly clutching the salt jar and unwilling to let go, led his people, who were carrying three clay jars and several bowls, away from the Green Sparrow Tribe. They glanced back at the majestic and prosperous tribe, which seemed like a dream. Even now, they felt a bit dizzy and couldn’t quite believe the smoothness and gains of this journey and the generosity of the Green Sparrow Tribe.
Such precious items, given away so freely? He couldn’t help but pinch some of the snow-white salt.
And to think that they could exchange non-edible fur for valuable pottery?
He felt like his brain wasn’t enough.
But regardless, this was beneficial for his tribe.
After drinking three large bowls of meat soup in a row, he felt warm all over and extremely comfortable. This made him appreciate pottery even more.
Originally, he had been worried about exchanging food for pottery, fearing that the tribe would suffer hunger in winter without these provisions. However, after experiencing the wonders of pottery once again, he finally completely let go of his worries.
His confidence in trading food for pottery was strengthened.
With these pots that could cook hot soup, even if they had less food, the people of his tribe would still have a better winter than in previous years…
Watching the many foods piled up in the cave, Shaman couldn’t help but smile brightly, his wrinkled face blooming like a chrysanthemum.
These foods were all obtained through trades with pottery since the beginning of autumn. To verify the effectiveness of the trades, they were separated from the Green Sparrow Tribe’s original provisions.
Even after selecting and eating some during these days, there was still so much left.
This was more than a quarter of the food stored by the Green Sparrow Tribe in previous years!
And the quality of the food was higher than in previous years.
With these foods, Shaman and the people of the Green Sparrow Tribe once again realized the value of pottery.
Hei Wa, who had always enjoyed making pottery, became even more enthusiastic!
Originally, he had been anxious about only making pottery without participating in other labor, but now that anxiety had completely disappeared.
Because he found that making pottery seemed more effective in obtaining food than hunting with weapons or fishing by the river.
Han Cheng also looked at these foods, but his perspective differed from Shaman’s.
From the foods exchanged by the four neighboring tribes, he could gauge their wealth.
The most surprising was the Donkey Tribe. Originally, he thought that the Bone Tribe, with the largest population and the strongest strength, would be the richest tribe among them until the Donkey Tribe brought fifteen large and small donkeys at once…
The Bone Tribe’s traded food ranked second, followed by the Green Tribe, with the Donkey Tribe at the bottom.
Of course, if the Green Tribe and others could discover the value of the “wild grain ears” freely growing around their tribe and cultivate them artificially, they might rise to second place or even first.
The Donkey Tribe…
Han Cheng looked at the food they sent and couldn’t help but shake his head. This tribe seemed to have a weak ability to obtain food.
Thinking this, he suddenly laughed because he had just come up with a brilliant idea as to why the Donkey Tribe had a low ability to obtain food…
After a busy period, they were hungry again. After lunch, Han Cheng, the Eldest Senior Brother, and the others set out again with their weapons, embarking on the road to find the Fortune Beacon.
This time, four fewer people went with them, including the second brother, the pea shooter…
Adding the four people left from yesterday, such as Tie Tou and Hei Wa, there were now eight strong men in the tribe responsible for defense.
With three lame individuals, four pregnant women, and several half-grown children, the fighting force had reached nearly twenty people.
They were well-equipped to handle any danger with the wall as a fortress.
After a cloudy morning, the afternoon cleared up again. The dazzling sunlight lifted people’s moods as if the gloom in their hearts had been dispersed by the sunlight, just like the dark clouds in the sky…
The night sky was clean, with no visible trace of clouds. Stars twinkled, dotting the sky. A Milky Way spanned the night sky like a jade belt, tearing through the vast horizon.
After watching for a while, Han Cheng couldn’t identify which star was The Cowherd star and which was the Weaver Girl star, so he randomly picked two relatively close and bright stars on either side of the Milky Way and forcibly named them the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl.
Then, he recalled the forceful opening line “I’ll return your clothes to you, be my wife” to the moment when the Queen Mother took out her hairpin and split the sky, separating the couple who worked in the fields and to their meeting on the Magpie Bridge on Qi Xi, feeling moved.
A sudden thought made Han Cheng’s face stiffen as he was deeply moved.
He thought strangely for a while, then ended his whimsical thoughts with a light laugh.
Han Cheng’s whimsy was quite simple: he suddenly thought of the unit of time where one day in the sky equaled one year on Earth.
In this case, wouldn’t Cowherd and the Weaver Girl every day? Poor Cowherd.
Now that he thought about it, it was understandable that Cowherd wasn’t as bright as the Weaver Girl…
“Why are you laughing, Divine Child?” asked Shi Tou, squatting beside Han Cheng and looking at the sky together.
Shi Tou used to be about the same height as Han Cheng, but in the past six months, he had shot up, surpassing Han Cheng by at least three centimeters. It was unclear if it was because he often drank deer milk.
But that didn’t seem right either. Han Cheng drank deer milk daily, even more than Shi Tou did. This discovery made Han Cheng doubt whether he had been struck by lightning and stopped growing…
Han Cheng thought momentarily and then told Shi Tou the story of Cowherd and the Weaver Girl with a few modifications.
Of course, the story had been slightly altered.
Cowherd became a primitive man who was not very strong, and his tribe was broken by an evil tribe, forcing him to wander in the wilderness until he met an old cow, and the man and the cow depended on each other for survival.
Weaver Girl became a beautiful woman from the evil tribe, transformed into a witch by the Queen Mother.
During the storytelling process, Shi Tou, who liked to think, occasionally asked questions.
For example, was Weaver Girl even more beautiful than Zhuang?
Thinking back to Weaver Girl’s graceful figure and imagining a muscular woman even more muscular than the average man, Han Cheng’s face twitched, feeling sorry for Weaver Girl. Then, under Shi Tou’s expectant gaze, he nodded vigorously.
Shi Tou immediately became cheerful, and thus, Weaver Girl naturally became a tall and majestic beauty wrapped in animal skins…
“So beautiful!”
I don’t know when, but quite a few people had gathered around. After receiving Han Cheng’s affirmation, they couldn’t help but express sincere admiration for Weaver Girl’s beauty.
Chapter 202 – The impoverished Donkey Tribe and the Weaver Woman wrapped in animal skins
After discussing matters, the long-absent Donkey Tribe arrived before Han Cheng and the others left.
Due to the cold weather, the people of the Donkey Tribe appeared even darker.
Receiving visiting tribes was a task that the Eldest Senior Brother had mastered long ago, so he took care of everything without much instruction from Han Cheng.
The leader of the Donkey Tribe, tightly clutching the salt jar and unwilling to let go, led his people, who were carrying three clay jars and several bowls, away from the Green Sparrow Tribe. They glanced back at the majestic and prosperous tribe, which seemed like a dream. Even now, they felt a bit dizzy and couldn’t quite believe the smoothness and gains of this journey and the generosity of the Green Sparrow Tribe.
Such precious items, given away so freely? He couldn’t help but pinch some of the snow-white salt.
And to think that they could exchange non-edible fur for valuable pottery?
He felt like his brain wasn’t enough.
But regardless, this was beneficial for his tribe.
After drinking three large bowls of meat soup in a row, he felt warm all over and extremely comfortable. This made him appreciate pottery even more.
Originally, he had been worried about exchanging food for pottery, fearing that the tribe would suffer hunger in winter without these provisions. However, after experiencing the wonders of pottery once again, he finally completely let go of his worries.
His confidence in trading food for pottery was strengthened.
With these pots that could cook hot soup, even if they had less food, the people of his tribe would still have a better winter than in previous years…
Watching the many foods piled up in the cave, Shaman couldn’t help but smile brightly, his wrinkled face blooming like a chrysanthemum.
These foods were all obtained through trades with pottery since the beginning of autumn. To verify the effectiveness of the trades, they were separated from the Green Sparrow Tribe’s original provisions.
Even after selecting and eating some during these days, there was still so much left.
This was more than a quarter of the food stored by the Green Sparrow Tribe in previous years!
And the quality of the food was higher than in previous years.
With these foods, Shaman and the people of the Green Sparrow Tribe once again realized the value of pottery.
Hei Wa, who had always enjoyed making pottery, became even more enthusiastic!
Originally, he had been anxious about only making pottery without participating in other labor, but now that anxiety had completely disappeared.
Because he found that making pottery seemed more effective in obtaining food than hunting with weapons or fishing by the river.
Han Cheng also looked at these foods, but his perspective differed from Shaman’s.
From the foods exchanged by the four neighboring tribes, he could gauge their wealth.
The most surprising was the Donkey Tribe. Originally, he thought that the Bone Tribe, with the largest population and the strongest strength, would be the richest tribe among them until the Donkey Tribe brought fifteen large and small donkeys at once…
The Bone Tribe’s traded food ranked second, followed by the Green Tribe, with the Donkey Tribe at the bottom.
Of course, if the Green Tribe and others could discover the value of the “wild grain ears” freely growing around their tribe and cultivate them artificially, they might rise to second place or even first.
The Donkey Tribe…
Han Cheng looked at the food they sent and couldn’t help but shake his head. This tribe seemed to have a weak ability to obtain food.
Thinking this, he suddenly laughed because he had just come up with a brilliant idea as to why the Donkey Tribe had a low ability to obtain food…
After a busy period, they were hungry again. After lunch, Han Cheng, the Eldest Senior Brother, and the others set out again with their weapons, embarking on the road to find the Fortune Beacon.
This time, four fewer people went with them, including the second brother, the pea shooter…
Adding the four people left from yesterday, such as Tie Tou and Hei Wa, there were now eight strong men in the tribe responsible for defense.
With three lame individuals, four pregnant women, and several half-grown children, the fighting force had reached nearly twenty people.
They were well-equipped to handle any danger with the wall as a fortress.
After a cloudy morning, the afternoon cleared up again. The dazzling sunlight lifted people’s moods as if the gloom in their hearts had been dispersed by the sunlight, just like the dark clouds in the sky…
The night sky was clean, with no visible trace of clouds. Stars twinkled, dotting the sky. A Milky Way spanned the night sky like a jade belt, tearing through the vast horizon.
After watching for a while, Han Cheng couldn’t identify which star was The Cowherd star and which was the Weaver Girl star, so he randomly picked two relatively close and bright stars on either side of the Milky Way and forcibly named them the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl.
Then, he recalled the forceful opening line “I’ll return your clothes to you, be my wife” to the moment when the Queen Mother took out her hairpin and split the sky, separating the couple who worked in the fields and to their meeting on the Magpie Bridge on Qi Xi, feeling moved.
A sudden thought made Han Cheng’s face stiffen as he was deeply moved.
He thought strangely for a while, then ended his whimsical thoughts with a light laugh.
Han Cheng’s whimsy was quite simple: he suddenly thought of the unit of time where one day in the sky equaled one year on Earth.
In this case, wouldn’t Cowherd and the Weaver Girl every day? Poor Cowherd.
Now that he thought about it, it was understandable that Cowherd wasn’t as bright as the Weaver Girl…
“Why are you laughing, Divine Child?” asked Shi Tou, squatting beside Han Cheng and looking at the sky together.
Shi Tou used to be about the same height as Han Cheng, but in the past six months, he had shot up, surpassing Han Cheng by at least three centimeters. It was unclear if it was because he often drank deer milk.
But that didn’t seem right either. Han Cheng drank deer milk daily, even more than Shi Tou did. This discovery made Han Cheng doubt whether he had been struck by lightning and stopped growing…
Han Cheng thought momentarily and then told Shi Tou the story of Cowherd and the Weaver Girl with a few modifications.
Of course, the story had been slightly altered.
Cowherd became a primitive man who was not very strong, and his tribe was broken by an evil tribe, forcing him to wander in the wilderness until he met an old cow, and the man and the cow depended on each other for survival.
Weaver Girl became a beautiful woman from the evil tribe, transformed into a witch by the Queen Mother.
During the storytelling process, Shi Tou, who liked to think, occasionally asked questions.
For example, was Weaver Girl even more beautiful than Zhuang?
Thinking back to Weaver Girl’s graceful figure and imagining a muscular woman even more muscular than the average man, Han Cheng’s face twitched, feeling sorry for Weaver Girl. Then, under Shi Tou’s expectant gaze, he nodded vigorously.
Shi Tou immediately became cheerful, and thus, Weaver Girl naturally became a tall and majestic beauty wrapped in animal skins…
“So beautiful!”
I don’t know when, but quite a few people had gathered around. After receiving Han Cheng’s affirmation, they couldn’t help but express sincere admiration for Weaver Girl’s beauty.