I am a Primitive Man
Chapter 886 – The Shaman Who Wanted to Convene the Celestial Gods’ Assembly
Simply bathing, changing into new clothes, trimming hair, or changing hairstyles was not enough to make Creek Tribe members feel the warmth of the Green Sparrow Tribe’s big family immediately.
In this era, the most direct and effective way to quickly bring people closer and make them feel a family’s warmth was a hearty meal.
Han Cheng, coming from the future, knew this very well. So right after the Creek Tribe joined, he ordered the tribe members to slaughter chickens, ducks, and sheep, and to catch a batch of fish from the ponds—preparing the first meal for the Creek Tribe members after joining the Green Sparrow Tribe.
As everyone busied themselves, the aroma of food spread through the tribe, stirring appetites.
The Creek Tribe members, who had never experienced such abundance, couldn’t help but swallow in anticipation.
By evening, all the food was laid out, and the Creek Tribe members’ eyes went wide.
Those who had always struggled to survive were utterly stunned by the Green Sparrow Tribe’s generosity.
Previously, they thought they understood the Green Sparrow Tribe well.
But now, they suddenly realized that their knowledge was far from sufficient—especially regarding the tribe’s wealth!
Seeing the expressions of the newly joined Creek Tribe members, the Green Sparrow Tribe elders each displayed warm smiles.
By comparison, the feast was just a fraction of what would be prepared during the New Year. If the Creek Tribe members ever saw the full New Year’s abundance, they might faint from shock.
While the Creek Tribe members devoured the meal, the Green Sparrow Tribe elders enjoyed it even more spiritually.
After all, this delicious food that amazed the newcomers was created through their own labor under the guidance of the Divine Child.
After sharing the bath, scrubbing, and clothing change, and enjoying this lavish dinner together, the Creek Tribe members and Green Sparrow Tribe elders grew closer almost instantly, interacting harmoniously.
That night, lying on the soft kang, the Creek Tribe leader rubbed his still-full stomach, recalling the day’s events with a dreamlike sense of unreality.
Yet he knew everything he and his people had experienced was real—they had joined the Green Sparrow Tribe and become true Green Sparrow people.
In the same room, Han Cheng lay on the kang, also awake, reflecting on the day with an unbroken smile.
Joy invigorates the spirit, and Han Cheng embodied this perfectly.
However, overexcitement also had its consequences—like insomnia.
But since acquiring his young wife, Bai Xue, he no longer feared such trivial issues. Two doses of sleeping medicine, and even the worst insomnia would be powerless.
Soon, he would sleep through the night without a dream until dawn—such was the life of someone with a wife.
The next day, Han Cheng began handling the remaining tasks after the Creek Tribe’s integration.
He summoned Third Senior Brother and instructed him to lead part of the tribe, along with weapons, food, and the Creek Tribe leader, back to the Creek Tribe to bring all its members to the main Green Sparrow settlement.
In addition to the food needed for the journey, Han Cheng specifically added cans and candy for the minors.
He never underestimated minors—they were the tribe’s future. After all, fortune shifts over decades, and one should not underestimate youth.
Great people have said: the world belongs to you and to us, but ultimately it belongs to you.
Bringing the Creek Tribe members to the main tribe was essential.
Only by living day and night in the main tribe, constantly influenced and assimilated, could these newcomers truly become Green Sparrow people.
Joining a tribe in name was insufficient; it required long-term effort and immersion.
Han Cheng’s goal was full integration, not nominal affiliation with an independent sub-group.
Thus, the construction of a third branch, with lime kilns and porcelain kilns to exploit local limestone and kaolin, was not yet mentioned.
It was better to relocate the Creek Tribe members to the main settlement first. Prematurely revealing the branch construction plans might lead some to resist moving.
People of this era were often straightforward; prematurely mentioning such plans could prompt objections.
Han Cheng chose to keep this information private to avoid unnecessary complications.
Good food can wait, and the same principle applies to tribal integration and expansion—steady, careful progress was best.
Upon learning that the Creek Tribe members were to be relocated, Hei Wa (Black Boy) rushed over, eager to join the team helping relocate them.
After Han Cheng had explained the value of kaolin, Hei Wa treasured it deeply.
The small amount brought by the Creek Tribe leader was insufficient for his curiosity.
Such a valuable resource had to be mined and brought back for the tribe.
Han Cheng understood Hei Wa’s thoughts and gladly agreed to his request.
He even arranged additional people to accompany Third Senior Brother and Hei Wa, providing more rattan baskets and pack animals—donkeys and deer—to transport a larger batch back in one trip for porcelain exploration and research.
Hei Wa was ecstatic, grinning as if struck by lightning.
Once prepared, Third Senior Brother and other Green Sparrow Tribe elders, along with the transformed Creek Tribe members, departed from the main tribe toward the original Creek Tribe settlement.
Unlike their earlier fearful haste, the Creek Tribe members were now calm, smiling broadly.
Yesterday, most feared for their lives, dreading a painful death like the elder’s.
Now, under the Divine Child’s guidance and with help from the diligent Tietou and others, the terrifying white clay had been expelled from their bodies.
They no longer feared such suffering.
Moreover, they had joined the Green Sparrow Tribe and begun living the life they had long dreamed of.
The Creek Tribe leader, carrying a rattan basket, touched his short hair and comfortable linen clothing, feeling the cans and candy inside, his mood radiant like the sun after a storm.
Those remaining in the cave, upon learning the news and seeing these gifts, would surely rejoice.
After the Creek Tribe leaders left, the cave grew quiet.
Through gaps in the stone blocking the entrance, some watched outside, fearful yet hopeful.
They hoped the wise Divine Child would save the leaders’ lives.
Without their leaders hunting and guarding the tribe, survival seemed uncertain.
A slightly older, weak minor, after observing, returned inside.
Near the fire, a flat stone held a stretched animal skin with half a bronze tiger tally on it.
The flickering firelight made the half-tally gleam brilliantly.
Seeing it, the near-adult Creek Tribe minor felt reassured.
They now had the Green Sparrow Tribe—a kind, wealthy, and strong tribe, guided by the wise Divine Child.
With this in mind, they sat quietly, staring at the half-tally with hope and anticipation.
“Ding-ling-ling…”
Suddenly, a clear, pleasant, and familiar sound reached their ears.
It was the bronze bell tied to Green Sparrow Tribe deer and donkeys—a sound unique to the tribe.
Whenever the kind, wealthy Green Sparrow Tribe arrived, it was accompanied by this sound.
“Green Sparrow!”
The Creek Tribe members surrounding the tiger tally cheered and ran toward the entrance. Even toddlers stumbled after them.
Through the gap, they saw a tall, fluttering flag, deer and donkeys, and people with short hair or neat braids.
Everything was familiar, filling the remaining Creek Tribe members with indescribable joy.
They shouted “Green Sparrow!” as the blocking stone was removed, rushing to greet the arriving tribe.
In their excitement, they forgot that it was the Green Sparrow Tribe, not their leaders, who had come.
Only when they reached the front and heard their own language spoken by the visitors did they realize the extraordinary nature of the situation.
The short-haired, rattan-basket-carrying person in comfortable clothing—their leader.
The braided woman with a red ribbon—the elder female who had eaten a lot of white clay.
Seeing the astonished expressions of their people, the leaders smiled, distributed food brought back by the Divine Child, and explained the events at the Green Sparrow Tribe.
As expected, upon hearing the great news, the remaining tribe members were overjoyed, even more than when food had been delivered to satisfy everyone.
Watching the people relish the food, happy and reassured, the Creek Tribe leader felt a twinge of regret—he should have joined the kind and wealthy Green Sparrow Tribe earlier.
After a moment, he rejoiced again, for now he and his people were members of the Green Sparrow Tribe.
Hei Wa, unable to contain his excitement, urged the leaders to take him to see the kaolin.
The Creek Tribe leaders led him and a few others toward the nearby clay hill.
The Third Senior Brother and some Green Sparrow Tribe elders stayed behind with the new members at the cave.
After some time, the hill that had caused both fear and joy for the Creek Tribe appeared before them.
The landslide had left significant debris, creating an impressive scene that evoked humanity’s smallness.
However, Green Sparrow Tribe members, having accomplished many remarkable feats under the Divine Child, faced nature’s power with confidence.
Though amazed and shocked, they felt no helplessness or worship—they had the Divine Child in their tribe.
Hei Wa and other pottery enthusiasts were even more exhilarated.
Seeing the white kaolin scattered across the landslide, they rushed forward with rattan baskets and bronze shovels, digging feverishly.
Soon, others followed, working to collect as much white clay as possible to take back.
By evening, all baskets were filled with white clay and arranged in the clearing outside the cave.
The Creek Tribe members now understood the clay’s significance.
This white clay, called kaolin, could be used to make porcelain objects far more exquisite than ordinary pottery.
They were awestruck by the Divine Child’s wisdom.
A material that could have poisoned them was transformed into something even more beautiful and functional than pottery.
Respect and admiration filled their hearts; regret for losing a “treasure” did not exist.
Since they were now members of the Green Sparrow Tribe, the kaolin belonged to their tribe.
They could use the porcelain themselves, and without the Divine Child’s guidance, they could not have produced such refined objects—even if they understood kaolin’s properties.
Sometimes, simpler thinking avoids unnecessary troubles.
Compared to cleverer individuals, the Creek Tribe members’ carefree joy was unmatched—they worked and played without overthinking or regret.
The next morning, after a far richer breakfast than usual, the Creek Tribe members set off for the Green Sparrow Tribe.
Some kaolin baskets were loaded onto donkeys and deer, while others were carried.
The group moved in a loose formation toward the main tribe.
Only then did some realize they were truly leaving the cave where they had lived all their lives.
A tinge of sadness appeared, though minors remained focused on reaching the Green Sparrow Tribe to bathe, wear comfortable clothes, and eat delicious food.
Back at the main Green Sparrow settlement, Han Cheng ate half a salted egg, two bowls of millet porridge, and half a steamed soybean cake, still smiling.
Not far away, the shaman also could not hide his grin.
Too many good things had happened this year:
The Divine Child had discovered the south, along with rice and sweet millet stalks.
The Blackstone Coalition had attacked, only to be defeated, yielding many slaves and boosting the tribe’s population.
Under the Divine Child’s leadership, they had acquired kaolin for making porcelain and integrated a new tribe.
Work had begun on wells promised by the Divine Child, promising further convenience.
With so many blessings, it was no wonder the shaman wanted to convene a Celestial Gods’ Assembly to announce these joyous events…