I am a Primitive Man
Chapter 940: The Female Primitive Who Wants to Farm
The older female primitive spoke as they gestured with their hands and twisted their bodies, doing everything they could to convey their meaning to the hunched primitive so he could understand.
What she was trying to communicate was simple: the mysterious Green Sparrow Tribe had said that, after encountering the hunched, primitive man and his group, they should first be brought to her tribe.
Then her group would go to the mysterious tribe and inform them that the hunched primitive and his companions had arrived.
After that, members of the mysterious Green Sparrow Tribe would follow the messengers to her tribe.
They were not to bring the group directly to the mysterious Green Sparrow Tribe, nor reveal the tribe’s location.
If they did, the Green Sparrow Tribe would never trade with them again.
After dealing with these matters over time, the older female primitive had developed complete trust in the Green Sparrow Tribe and always followed their instructions.
Especially in this matter, the Green Sparrow Tribe had explicitly stated that any leakage of information would end further exchanges.
Over the past few days, they had experienced firsthand the benefits of being middlemen. How could they stop trading now?
They were hoping to use this method to acquire more food and improve life in their tribe.
This directive had come directly from Han Cheng, and the purpose was simple: to avoid revealing the location of their tribe, especially to this unknown tribe.
They were cautious with this unknown tribe, partly because they didn’t know their capabilities, and partly because the population of Jinguan City was still small.
With their inner courtyard, protective walls, long spears, and large shields, they didn’t need to worry about ordinary attacks—but only as long as they weren’t facing large numbers, especially from a more advanced civilization.
If Jinguan City and the Green Sparrow main tribe swapped places, and the Green Sparrow Tribe were here instead, Han Cheng wouldn’t need to be so cautious.
Of course, that wasn’t going to happen—at least not anytime soon—so caution was the best approach.
After all, this wasn’t a game where people could respawn. Here, death was permanent.
Being careful was a responsibility for both the tribe and one’s own life.
Because of the complexity, communication limitations, and language barriers between the older female primitive and the hunched primitive, it took great effort and time before he finally understood her meaning.
Although he was reluctant to delay visiting the mysterious tribe, the older female primitive had expressed themselves so clearly that he had no choice but to comply.
“@￥￥4#…”
After the discussion, the hunched primitive spoke to the older female, indicating that he hoped they could head to the mysterious Green Sparrow Tribe sooner.
The older female primitive agreed—they too wanted to deliver the message as soon as possible.
After all, the Green Sparrow Tribe had asked them repeatedly about the hunched primitive and his group.
The older female set out with just over half of their food supply, heading for the extremely mysterious Green Sparrow Tribe.
A small portion of the food was for the journey, the rest for trading with the Green Sparrow Tribe for exquisite pottery and delicious salt.
Before departure, the hunched primitive and his group were made to face the cave of her tribe and had their eyes covered with animal hides.
Only once they could no longer see the travelers did the tribe leader remove the hides.
It was obvious this slightly sneaky method came from the time-traveling Green Sparrow Tribe member…
Meanwhile, in Jinguan City, rice transplanting continued. With Han Cheng and the others’ constant work, patches of paddy fields were gradually sprouting green, sparse shoots.
Though thin and slightly strange in color, they still looked much better than bare fields.
“@344￥%!”
From afar, an unintelligible shout rang out. Han Cheng straightened instinctively, looking toward the direction the older female usually came from.
This time, it was no longer empty. Figures appeared, carrying loads on their shoulders.
Han Cheng immediately realized—they were the older female primitive returning.
He restrained his excitement, continued planting a few more seedlings, and only walked out of the field to greet them after they were closer, calling a few people to wash off mud along the way.
The older female was delighted—they had finally obtained news from the tribe.
However, when they reached the waterside, they froze. Seeing what had grown there, their astonishment deepened.
They couldn’t believe their eyes!
The previously chaotic weeds were gone. The water fields were now filled with grass that could bear delicious, small fruits!
The older female primitive craned her necks, staring from near to far.
Everywhere they looked, the grass had grown!
They swore that in all their lives, they had never seen so much of this grass in one place.
Think of how much delicious fruit they could harvest at once!
All the previous unbelievable feats of the mysterious Green Sparrow Tribe had been leading up to this moment!
But how had they managed to grow this grass throughout the waters?
The older female primitive stood there in collective shock, unable to comprehend it.
They realized why they could not visit the mysterious Green Sparrow Tribe directly: every time they came, the tribe achieved something astonishing.
And each time, it was even more astonishing than the last.
Every time one thought they had seen the most amazing thing, the tribe would surpass it effortlessly.
Han Cheng and his group approached. The older woman was still in shock, staring at the vast, interconnected paddies of newly planted seedlings, barely moving.
Mao and the others, following Han Cheng, walked with newfound confidence, proud to see outsiders so amazed by their tribe’s work.
“Welcome, welcome!”
Mao said cheerfully.
Many of the older female primitive’s tribe were startled, a few almost stumbling into the paddies.
“Welcome, welcome!”
Once recovered, they repeated the phrase in their broken Mandarin, mimicking what they didn’t fully understand.
“Welcome, welcome!”
…and the others did the same, like a chorus of repeating machines.
Han Cheng had seen this many times, but it still felt strange.
After understanding the older female’s excitement, Mao again spoke at Han Cheng’s direction: the meaning was the same as before—if they joined their tribe, all of this would no longer be a dream.
The older female had already expected this result, but she still couldn’t help speaking.
Hearing Mao convey this, her heart pounded again.
She glanced at the paddies, recalled the exquisite pottery and salt, looked at the dark-skinned Mao, and almost agreed impulsively—but held back at the last moment.
Yet she had other thoughts.
While she had no clue about pottery or salt, she had ideas about how to make the waters sprout these fruit-bearing grasses.
Combining what she had seen in daily life and in the mysterious Green Sparrow Tribe, she could experiment when she returned—maybe not as perfect, but possible.
Han Cheng wasn’t surprised at her hesitation.
He quickly moved on, instructing Mao to ask the older female if there was any news from the unknown tribe.
The older female, still thinking about rice planting, quickly set aside the seedlings, their companions equally excited.
Seeing their reaction, Han Cheng’s spirits lifted, eyes burning with anticipation for good news.
“Ha ha…”
Through Mao’s discussion with the older females, Han Cheng learned that the unknown tribe had finally appeared, arrived at the older female’s tribe as instructed, and intended to trade, bringing large livestock as before.
Hearing this, Han Cheng couldn’t help but laugh.
He wanted to set out immediately to see the large livestock and then figure out how to bring some back to their tribe.
Mao, Second Senior Brother, and the others were equally eager—they too wanted the tribe to gain large livestock quickly.
Previously, under the Divine Child’s guidance, they had plowed fields with two deer—fast enough. Then they received donkeys from the half-farming tribe, making plowing even faster, which had satisfied everyone.
Now, with more land to farm and longer plowing sessions, the donkeys felt slower.
They began to anticipate the large livestock the Divine Child had mentioned—cattle and horses that could be ridden, plow fields, and pull carts.
This was human dissatisfaction at work.
Especially for those working in the heavy-water fields of Jinguan City, stronger animals such as oxen and horses were even more desirable.
The soil here was heavier than in the main tribe or Copper Mountain settlement.
Even after draining water as much as possible per Han Cheng’s instructions, it still required significant effort.
The donkeys had even stalled in the fields at times, legs trembling from the work.
“Divine Child, let’s go to their tribe now and see the people and the livestock!”
The second senior brother said excitedly, Mao and the others were impatient.
But Han Cheng paused.
“Wait a few more days—four or five—before we depart to meet them,” he said.
This surprised Second Senior Brother and the others—they knew how eager Han Cheng was to see the livestock.
Now, finally having news of the tribe and the livestock, why wasn’t he rushing?