I am a Primitive Man
Chapter 827: Can Let the Black Stone Tribe Attack the Green Sparrow Tribe
The people of the Blue Flower Tribe who had stayed behind in the cave were undoubtedly extremely unlucky. They had hoped, over and over, for their leaders to return, but instead, it was members of the Black Stone Tribe who arrived, wielding Black Stone weapons.
Even in the past, when the Blue Flower Tribe’s leaders were alive and no more than half of the strong adults had been lost, if their tribe had encountered the Black Stone Tribe with these weapons, they would still have been instantly crushed. Now, under the current circumstances, the outcome was even worse.
Although some among them had started warning each other and were running swiftly back into the cave when they saw the Black Stone Tribe approaching, it was ultimately meaningless.
When the gap in strength between two groups is too great, many small tricks are futile. The strong will still obliterate the weak in an instant.
Before long, the cave was filled with a pungent stench of blood. Fresh blood trickled slowly down the crevices at the cave entrance.
Under these circumstances, about a dozen Blue Flower Tribe members, driven by the armed Black Stone Tribe members, left the cave they had lived in for so long, trembling as they moved forward.
Their feet were stained with blood, leaving a chaotic trail of red footprints outside the cave.
As they walked, the bloody footprints gradually faded, eventually disappearing altogether.
Most of those driven to walk were still minors.
Under the Black Stone Tribe’s armed control, they moved forward in fear.
No one spoke; even their tears fell silently.
No one thought of escaping, for anyone attempting to flee would be shot down by the Black Stone Tribe members with the very tools their leader had so desperately wanted.
Those who were hit either died immediately or wailed in pain before the evil Black Stone Tribe members caught up and killed them with sharp Black Stone weapons.
The Black Stone Tribe members were already formidable, and with these long-range weapons, they became virtually unbeatable.
Those paralyzed by fear moved silently, bewildered as to how the already powerful Black Stone Tribe could acquire even more potent weapons.
By the time the Black Stone Tribe drove these Blue Flower Tribe minors back, Shu Pi was able to walk with the aid of a wooden stick.
His once swollen, glaring leg had reduced by more than half.
Here, one could not help but marvel at the toughness of a primitive human body.
Of course, Shu Pi’s quick recovery was also aided by the fact that it was winter, unfavorable to bacterial growth.
Moreover, all of Shu Pi’s arrows were purely wooden, made from fire-burned and polished wood, without metal tips, further reducing the risk of infection.
At this moment, Shu Pi was thrilled. Limping on one leg with a wooden stick, he, like the other remaining Black Stone Tribe members, waited at a short distance from the cave to welcome the victorious Black Stone Tribe leaders returning with their captives.
Upon learning that the entire Blue Flower Tribe, except for these captured minors, had been killed, Shu Pi was so delighted that his mouth stretched almost to his ears.
If not for the arrow wound in his leg still not fully healed, he would have jumped up to greet the returning Black Stone Tribe leaders.
A gentle, cool willow breeze blew, scattering apricot blossoms from the trees. Tiny green leaves now held small apricots among them.
“Slurp~”
Bai Xue, an undeniably fierce person, stood beneath the falling apricots, licking her lips in anticipation.
Seeing her, Han Cheng immediately recalled how Bai Xue would bite into green apricots and couldn’t help swallowing his own saliva.
To avoid overeating from salivating, Han Cheng quickly pushed the baby carriage aside, moving away from this ruthless woman.
In the fields, the first batch of planted grains had sprouted tender green shoots. From a distance, the pale yellow of the seedlings looked beautiful.
Wu sat at the edge of the field, watching the newly sprouted lands with a smile, full of hope.
Further away, tribe members continued working, preparing the second batch of land for planting more grain.
“Baa~ Baa~”
The elder and several others, carrying shepherd’s whips, bows on their backs, and arrows at their waists, drove the sheep toward lands farther from the tribe. A dozen trained dogs patrolled around the sheep, preventing them from straying too far and protecting them from wild animals.
Feeling the gentle spring breeze, Han Cheng straightened up, pushing the little apricot tree, and breathed deeply, admiring the tranquil, almost animated scenery.
Watching others work while he experienced this slow-paced life—a life he had long dreamed of—Han Cheng felt truly content.
At the same time, Shu Pi’s face was full of joy.
Ever since he personally killed the Blue Flower Tribe chief, and the entire Blue Flower Tribe had been annihilated by the Black Stone Tribe leaders, Shu Pi’s mood had been superb.
Reflecting on the course of his revenge, he felt an increasing sense of exhilaration as the ultimate winner, far surpassing the relief he had felt when driven out of the Green Sparrow Tribe, wandering for a long time, and later encountering people in the Shu Pi Tribe.
“#￥5@!”
Shu Pi pointed to one of the Blue Flower Tribe minors, and the minor quickly retrieved Shu Pi’s stick, trembling with fear and caution, afraid of angering this ruthless figure.
Now, these captured Blue Flower Tribe minors would live among the Black Stone Tribe.
Their status was extremely low—lower than that of Shu Pi and the few original members of his tribe who had joined earlier.
Nevertheless, they were alive, which was the greatest fortune amid misfortune.
Shu Pi, his leg not fully healed, walked outside, with the Blue Flower Tribe minors cautiously following behind.
Another tribe arrived to deliver food, and as participants in this matter and the only remaining members of the Blue Flower Tribe, Shu Pi and these minors had tasks to perform.
“#￥5%……”
Outside the Black Stone Tribe, the leader pointed at Shu Pi and the captured Blue Flower Tribe members, shouting.
After speaking for some time, he brought over a slightly charred human skull, raised it high, and addressed the people delivering food.
He recounted the events, warning that anyone attempting to seize the Black Stone Tribe’s property would face the same wrath as the Blue Flower Tribe.
The effect was noticeable. Those already respectful of the Black Stone Tribe, seeing the skull of the Blue Flower Tribe chief and the remaining captured minors, became even more fearful, bowing their heads in silence.
Satisfied, the Black Stone Tribe leader realized that this display was even more gratifying than direct slaughter.
“#￥5W……”
Feeling pleased, he waited a while, savoring the moment, then gestured, allowing the people to leave.
The terrified individuals, their calves trembling, fled like a reprieve had been granted, running back to their tribes.
“￥DDF！”
Watching them escape without daring to look back, the Black Stone Tribe leader’s joy was evident, his smile unwavering.
Once the fleeing figures were out of sight, he turned and patted Shu Pi hard on the head, praising him.
This idea had come from Shu Pi.
Shu Pi, smiling and bowing slightly to make it easier for the leader to pat him, looked remarkably similar to Fu Jiang when praised by Han Cheng.
After the hearty praise, slightly dazed from the large hand, Shu Pi led the captured Blue Flower Tribe minors back into the cave.
Once inside, Shu Pi’s smile vanished.
He looked around, ensuring no one noticed, then spat silently in the direction of the Black Stone Tribe leader.
Shu Pi harbored deep resentment toward the Black Stone Tribe leader—so deep that it could not be untangled.
He had often thought of killing the leader, but fear prevented him from acting.
The frustration of wanting to harm someone yet being powerless, coupled with having to appease them, made Shu Pi extremely uncomfortable.
Yet, he only allowed these feelings to surface in private, hidden in the shadows.
When powerless against something, many people subconsciously distract themselves by recalling happy memories or engaging in other enjoyable activities.
Shu Pi did the same.
After venting his malicious resentment toward the Black Stone Tribe leader in his mind, he stopped dwelling on the matter.
Instead, he recalled things that brought him joy.
Nothing pleased him more than killing the Blue Flower Tribe chief and the subsequent events.
He had thought about these events many times before, and even now, he happily revisited them, each recollection bringing intense satisfaction.
And this was far from the last time he would do so.
Shu Pi remembered in detail: the Blue Flower Tribe chief rushing to inform them of the evil tribe’s impending attack, the first battle with the Black Stone Tribe, and the second battle that dramatically changed his fate.
Each time he recalled these events, his chest would heave violently.
This time was no exception. Yet unlike before, there was no hatred in his eyes—only surprise and excitement.
The thrill persisted, making his entire body tremble slightly.
After a while, he calmed somewhat and continued his recollection.
This matter was simply irresistible. Even thinking carefully about it made Shu Pi eager to act.
At the same time, he felt a sense of gratitude toward the now-deceased Blue Flower Tribe chief, reduced to ashes.
During these reflections, Shu Pi suddenly conceived a plan to deal with the Black Stone Tribe leader and the entire tribe—a brilliant plan, more reliable and feasible than any he had considered before.
The inspiration came directly from recalling the Blue Flower Tribe chief.
That wretched chief—she could manipulate the evil Black Stone Tribe leader to attack his own tribe, and likewise, he could have the Black Stone Tribe attack other tribes!
While most tribes could not defeat the Black Stone Tribe, some were able to do so.
In Shu Pi’s mind appeared the Green Sparrow Tribe with its high walls, plentiful food, long-range bows, and, most importantly, a very clever divine child.
The strong Green Sparrow Tribe would surely defeat the seemingly unbeatable Black Stone Tribe.
He could not kill the Black Stone Tribe leader directly, but could enlist the Green Sparrow Tribe’s help to do so.
If he followed the Blue Flower Tribe chief’s example and informed the Green Sparrow Tribe in advance that the Black Stone Tribe was coming, perhaps after the Black Stone Tribe was annihilated, he could return to live among the Green Sparrow Tribe!
If he could go back, Shu Pi resolved to work diligently and never again complain about labor in the tribe.
After leaving the Green Sparrow Tribe, he realized the hardships he endured there were nothing in comparison.
In the Green Sparrow Tribe, he could sleep peacefully, complete his tasks, and need not worry about food, clothing, enemies, or arbitrary beatings.
After years of suffering, he finally understood how enviable life in the Green Sparrow Tribe truly was.
He needed to persuade the Black Stone Tribe leader to march south.
This would not only allow the Green Sparrow Tribe to defeat the damned Black Stone Tribe, but it might also let him return to the Green Sparrow Tribe!
Sitting in the shadows, thinking this through, Shu Pi could not hide his excitement.
As the weather warmed, life surged around the Green Sparrow Tribe.
Within the inner and outer walls, a special space held beehives.
Over the years, new queens had led to splits, and several hives had been captured, bringing the total to over twenty hives.
In spring, with flowers in bloom, bees buzzed busily. From afar, countless tiny black dots flitted around, creating a chaotic, lively scene.
Even the tribe’s honey enthusiasts found it intimidating, unwilling to approach too closely.
Dogs who had been stung several times now kept their distance as well.
Only the Green Sparrow Tribe’s dedicated beekeeper could remain calm, provided they wore a protective suit and gloves.
While the beehives buzzed with activity, the fields outside were even more lively.
The rapeseed flowers had bloomed, forming a dazzling yellow under the sun.
The bees busily collected pollen, their large black hind legs carrying clumps of yellow.
The entire Green Sparrow Tribe was filled with the rich scent of rapeseed.
The view was endlessly captivating.
The second batch of grains had been planted. After the rapeseed matured, the third batch would follow.
Planting in batches allowed crops to mature sequentially and mitigated risks.
Even if one batch suffered from natural disasters, the other two could sustain the tribe.
Besides the rapeseed fields and fallow land, the plots for the third batch had been turned over.
Yet the tribe did not stop. They continued to clear more distant lands for cultivation.
Most people headed toward the Salt Mountain to expand territory, aiming to link these lands to those near the prominent tribe before winter.
More land meant more grain production, edging closer to the divine child’s vision: stockpiling enough food for two to three years.
Not everyone went to clear land. About twenty or thirty adults stayed behind to build houses, skilled in construction.
This year’s grain yield would increase by at least three hundred acres compared to last year. If all went well, the total production would surpass last year’s.
Some old granaries were converted into housing for members of the Original Wind Tribe and Neighboring Wind Tribe, as granaries were insufficient.
After the second round of planting, Han Cheng had the tribe start constructing houses.
The houses were built in rows, stones forming the base, and packed earth for the upper parts.
The soil was sourced nearby, a safe distance calculated by Yuan, who marked a large circle for soil collection.
Once a house was built, a new granary could essentially be formed.
Near the river, three people dug soil and molded tiles.
Hei Wa did not participate. Many of the younger generation had been trained.
Tile-making, a repetitive task requiring little skill, no longer needed the master’s personal effort. The trained youth could handle it well.
With everyone laboring, the barren land was transformed, weeds and bark removed, walls rose, and houses took shape.
Time quietly passed amid the toil.
Now, let’s shift our gaze north, across mountains and rivers, to the Black Stone Tribe.
Excited by his plan to deal with the Black Stone Tribe, Shu Pi carefully reviewed all details, ensuring no loopholes, before finally mustering the courage to speak to the Black Stone Tribe leader about the Green Sparrow Tribe…