I am a Primitive Man
Chapter 358 – The Fire Tribe wanted to surprise the Green Sparrow Tribe.
Fighting has never been an easy task, whether it’s fairies or humans.
After a fight, the best way to recover strength is by sleeping, followed by eating some food.
Since sleeping wasn’t an option, they had to rely on eating to replenish their energy.
The Fire Tribe had good hunting abilities and caught a lot of meat. They generously gave most of it to Han Cheng and his group.
The Fire Tribe acted this way partly because of their leader’s orders and gratitude towards Han Cheng’s tribe for bringing them the valuable remedy. Another reason was the personal preferences of the women of the Fire Tribe.
Additionally, they wanted to see the surprised expressions on the faces of the people from the Green Sparrow Tribe when they ate the food.
This psychological satisfaction sometimes surpasses physical satisfaction, which is why many people choose to endure hardships. However, the Fire Tribe was disappointed because the people from the Green Sparrow Tribe didn’t react as they expected.
The people from the Green Sparrow Tribe, accustomed to salted food, found it difficult to eat unsalted meat. Some even struggled to eat it.
Seeing this, some hot-tempered members of the Fire Tribe expressed their dissatisfaction, feeling offended that their hospitality wasn’t appreciated.
They couldn’t understand why the Green Sparrow Tribe members weren’t impressed, thinking they must be used to feasting delicious food daily.
To demonstrate the taste of their food, some Fire Tribe members intentionally exaggerated their chewing movements.
However, the people from the Green Sparrow Tribe remained calm and unaffected. They were accustomed to a higher standard of living, especially when it came to food. They believed that they would be truly excited only when the Divine Child used his magical cooking skills.
“Divine Child…” Shang and the others spoke up, seeking permission.
Han Cheng nodded, signaling for them to go ahead.
Shang led half the group to the riverside boat to fetch their food.
Han Cheng instructed them to bring the food he had prepared for the Fire Tribe.
The Fire Tribe members didn’t care much about the departure of the Green Sparrow Tribe members, as they didn’t believe the Green Sparrow Tribe could offer better food than them.
With her braided hair, Bai Xue picked up a piece of roasted meat to eat but was stopped by Han Cheng, who took it from her. She looked at him with a pouty face, her big eyes blinking.
“Wait until Shang brings the utensils… You… you should rinse your mouth first.”
Han Cheng couldn’t resist Bai Xue’s pleading eyes and said, feeling slightly embarrassed.
Blushing, Bai Xue nodded obediently, her braided hair swaying gently.
She couldn’t help but wonder why Han Cheng insisted on such formalities when she didn’t mind.
Shang and the others brought some jars and bottles, with two people carrying a long string of salted fish on their backs.
Once these items were placed down, they immediately caught the attention of everyone from the Fire Tribe, whether they had noticed them before or not.
Many people’s mouths fell open in an “o” shape.
However, it wasn’t the dried fish that caused this reaction but the jars and bottles.
Neatly arranged items naturally attract people’s attention. Humans have always pursued neatness, whether it’s tools, living spaces, or accessories.
Of course, this rule always has exceptions, but there are few.
Hei Wa and his two apprentices had become more skilled at pottery making. Especially after Hei Wa ingeniously invented a method of placing clay on a rotating stone slab, allowing people to slowly turn the stone while shaping the pottery with their hands. This innovation elevated the quality of pottery in the Green Sparrow Tribe.
Even the people of the Green Sparrow Tribe, who were accustomed to pottery, couldn’t help but praise the pottery when they first saw it, let alone the Fire Tribe, who had never seen such well-organized objects.
Previously, they had been amazed by the jars used to store a herb called “chaihu” for medicinal purposes. They never expected the tribe to possess so many large organized jars.
How did they manage to polish the stones so neatly? And how were they able to hollow them out to store things inside?
Even the most skilled stone craftsmen in their tribe couldn’t produce perfectly round stone balls. The difficulty level of creating these objects from stone was undoubtedly higher than making stone balls.
Watching the Fire Tribe members cautiously touch the pottery, Han Cheng couldn’t help but sniff in exasperation.
He wanted them to appreciate the food inside the jars. Yet, they were so captivated by the jars themselves that they ignored the food.
Encountering a situation like this, akin to throwing pearls to swine, might not have happened for thousands or even tens of thousands of years.
What idiom would emerge if this were to be recorded as an amusing anecdote?
“Treasure in the trash”?
“Surprised by simplicity”?
Han Cheng chuckled at the thought.
Suddenly, a commotion and loud shouts from the Fire Tribe members interrupted his thoughts.
What’s happening now?
That was his immediate thought.
He quickly focused his gaze to see a water-filled pottery jar overturned near the fire, spilling its contents and wetting a large patch of ground. The water was flowing downhill, carrying some bits of dry straw on its surface.
A pile of extinguished fire emitting white smoke was not far from the jar.
Standing nearby were Tie Tou and a few others, along with several bewildered members of the Fire Tribe.
What’s going on here?