I am a Primitive Man
Chapter 809 – Joyful Arrival of the Little Princess
The autumn sky was high and clear. Clouds covering half the sky drifted slowly, looking much like a herd of grazing sheep tended by the Green Sparrow Tribe.
All things have their own spirit, and even these livestock seemed to sense in their own way that autumn was passing and the cold winter was approaching.
So the sheep didn’t need anyone to tell them—they all lowered their heads and ate diligently, their mouths moving quickly as they tried to fatten up for the coming cold.
However, the lead sheep was restless. It wouldn’t focus on grazing and kept trying to run south. If someone hadn’t firmly held the rope tied to its head, it would have vanished long ago.
On the riverbank, which seemed much wider than the little river in front of the Green Sparrow Tribe, wild grass grew thickly, interspersed with scattered white bones that were less glaring than before.
This patch of grassland was home to many carnivores. Normally, each one fiercer than the next, they were unusually quiet when gathered here, with no intention of provocation.
The predators kept a careful distance from each other, like seasoned hunters, frequently glancing toward the calm riverbank across the way, all exhibiting patience.
The only source of unease for them was a group of big monkeys, armed and more numerous than usual.
These monkeys weren’t sitting quietly like the predators—they were constantly digging the ground with tools or hammering stakes into place, producing loud thuds.
Once a stake was driven in, someone skillfully tied ropes or nets woven from finger-thick hemp over it.
While most were busy with these tasks, others held bows or sharp bronze spears, vigilantly eyeing the large predators who could be dangerous if provoked.
Even though the old sheep and other tribe members had repeatedly explained that as long as they didn’t provoke the predators, the animals wouldn’t attack, the first-time witnesses still felt uneasy and insisted on a guard.
Those on watch felt a mix of excitement and temptation.
Looking at two fat, shiny bears over there, they imagined the value of their skins if they were hunted, skinned, and processed for the Divine Child’s use.
Still, they didn’t act. First, because provoking so many predators could backfire even with their weapons and numbers. Second, the Divine Child had clearly instructed that the only purpose here was to catch as many sheep as possible.
With the mission clear, the leader reaffirmed the instructions twice: follow the Divine Child’s guidance and prioritize appropriately.
Yet, even with orders, those setting traps or guarding with weapons were still skeptical. The scene described by the old sheep seemed unbelievable: endless sheep charging forward, unstoppable regardless of obstacles.
Before planting crops with the Divine Child, tribe members had experience hunting. Yet even with years of hunting, none had seen such a scene.
Sheep are grass-eaters, timid, and lacking sharp teeth or claws. Their strongest defense is to run away. How could so many sheep charge directly into an area teeming with predators?
“Here they come!”
The old sheep and several others pointed excitedly to the distant riverbank.
Everyone followed their gaze and saw a white line rapidly approaching. Gradually, the line thickened, transforming into a surging herd of countless sheep!
Predators along the riverbank lunged at the rushing herd. Some sheep were immediately knocked down and killed, yet the rest continued forward, no longer fleeing at signs of danger.
The first-time witnesses from the Green Sparrow Tribe were mesmerized.
Truly, there were so many sheep, and they charged boldly, unafraid of predators!
The excitement built as the first sheep swam across the river, signaling the start of an autumn feast.
Hooves pounded, stirring the wind, bending the grass, washing away blood, and sending clouds drifting south—mirroring the migrating herd as if their shadows were cast across the blue sky.
Grass was trampled, leaving piles of white bones and dark red blood.
Satisfied predators licked their jaws and departed. Scavenging birds descended, pecking bones and intestines noisily.
Covered in blood and exhausted, the leader and his team laughed uproariously at the captured sheep, a group of pure fools delighted with their success.
Thanks to traps, nets, and plenty of manpower, they captured over two hundred sheep—more than the entire tribe’s own herd!
Faced with such a harvest, it was impossible not to rejoice.
No wonder the sheep tribe had so many pelts and could trade countless sheep each autumn…
Amid joy and realization, many licked their lips, imagining winter in the tribe would be much easier. Thoughts of the Divine Child’s “hotpot” made their mouths water further.
Following the leader’s orders, fires were lit, a dead sheep was roasted, and eaten with millet porridge. Then, bamboo rafts were brought to the river to transport the sheep.
Dead sheep went first, then the live ones.
Ten or more rafts were loaded, yet around seventy sheep remained. Of course, they couldn’t be left behind.
The remaining sheep had their legs untied and were grouped in fours, led by a person, transporting them via land and water to the tribe.
Inside the Green Sparrow Tribe, Han Cheng continued brushing the remaining two pieces of rattan armor with precious tung oil. With this, the third round of oiling for a hundred-plus armors was complete.
Bai Xue, heavily pregnant, stood by, watching. Her belly was large and veined, far larger than when carrying their first child, Little Pea.
Han Cheng sometimes worried if her belly would be stretched too much. He also wondered if she carried twins—and hoped for a boy and a girl to have both sons and daughters at once.
“Brother Cheng, Brother Cheng, I have something funny to tell you… hahaha!”
Bai Xue suddenly burst out laughing before saying anything.
Han Cheng stopped, waiting for her story.
After a while, he realized nothing was said—she just laughed uncontrollably, unable to stop.
Seeing her doubled over with laughter, he was helpless. He had never seen someone “tell a joke” without words yet laugh so hard themselves.
Then he noticed: not only was she laughing uncontrollably, but she also clutched her belly, crying out in pain.
“Oh no! This isn’t just laughing—it’s her water breaking! The baby is coming!”
Han Cheng dropped the armor, grabbed Bai Xue, and shouted for a stretcher.
Everything else—armor, tung oil—was irrelevant. Only she and the baby mattered.
Helpers arrived quickly. Together, they lifted Bai Xue onto the stretcher and rushed to the clinic building.
“Prepare hot water and bring the cutting tools!”
Inside a clean room, they placed her on the earthen bed. Han Cheng gave loud orders, while the experienced female tribe members assisted in childbirth.
Han Cheng scrubbed his hands with warm water and a fine linen cloth, helping clean Bai Xue. Though the pain wasn’t his, he was sweating profusely from worry.
The women assisting were skilled, and soon the newborn was cleaned and wrapped in prepared swaddling: linen outside, two layers of silk inside to avoid irritation.
The baby girl resembled Little Pea at birth—wrinkled skin like a tiny monkey. Han Cheng, now experienced, held her, unable to look away.
Bai Xue, pale but smiling, saw her baby beside her, glowing with maternal love.
“Daddy?”
Little Pea ran over, curious.
Han Cheng explained gently: “This is your little sister. You are her big brother. You must protect her.”
Little Pea, half-understanding, seemed to sense something different. She quietly watched the baby, lying by the bed, fascinated.
After settling the mother and daughter, Han Cheng personally cooked egg porridge for Bai Xue.
The tribe had many chickens, so eggs were plentiful. Usually, women ate one bowl daily post-birth, but Han Cheng, as the Divine Child, cracked six eggs into the pot for her.
Cooked eggs were served with hot broth and crushed fruit sugar. Unfortunately, there was no brown sugar in the tribe—otherwise it would have been perfect.
The newborn woke while being fed, crying like Little Pea at her age. Han Cheng took her, instructed Bai Xue to eat while it was hot, and went to gather food for the baby.
The tribe’s food was abundant and safe, with many lactating women available. Han Cheng, no longer the shy young man, confidently approached the women and asked for help feeding the baby.
The little girl ate eagerly, then Han Cheng returned her to Bai Xue’s side before preparing the postpartum meal.