I am a Primitive Man Chapter 155 – The Fighter Among the Cocks While the Lame scratched his head and played with the wooden door, Han Cheng had already left the cave. He held a pottery spoon in his hand containing a semi-solid, somewhat whitish substance. It was animal fat. Read more…
I am a Primitive Man Chapter 154 – The busy and Quiet Tribe “Pa, pa, pa.” Mu Tou squatted on the ground, holding a small piece of stone in his hand, smashing it against the large stone in front of him. Fine stone chips or powder separated from the large Read more…
I am a Primitive Man Chapter 153 – A man like Lu Ban, and Alien Civilization The wood used for the lintel was quite wide and thick, with the wider part inside the wooden frame. Consequently, compared to the outside of the door frame, the height between the top and Read more…
I am a Primitive Man Chapter 152 – Small Stones, Field, Door With a wooden wedge in one hand and a stone suitable for smashing things after being refined by a carpenter in the other, Shang stood up straight, looking satisfied at the now considerably smaller large stone and the Read more…
I am a Primitive Man Chapter 151 – Rocks cannot stand the hot and cold too. “Add more firewood.” Han Cheng looked at the stone and instructed someone to continue adding firewood. Afterward, he assessed the size of the stone, glanced at the two jars of water placed not far Read more…
I am a Primitive Man Chapter 150 – No More Stones Han Cheng touched the warm bed with a delighted expression, while Shaman, feeling the warmth, shook his head repeatedly. “How can you sleep on this? Even now, without moving, I’m sweating. If I sleep on this, I’ll probably spend Read more…
I am a Primitive Man Chapter 149 – Excessive joy leads to sorrow Han Cheng is now like an old lady in later generations who lives by guarding chicken butts, running to the chicken coop whenever he has nothing to do. But there are also some differences. Those old ladies Read more…
I am a Primitive Man Chapter 148 – Plastic Surgery A nauseating smell of burning chicken feathers lingered over the Green Sparrow tribe, lasting for a long time. The smell stuck to the hair, which the fire had also scorched. Under Han Cheng’s hand, the fierce and somewhat presentable wild Read more…
I am a Primitive Man Chapter 147 – Ferocious Wild Chicken Watching the Divine Child drooling at the wild chicken, Tie Tou felt his tribe could have chicken for lunch today. This wild chicken had a rather aggressive personality. Even when held in Tie Tou’s hands, it was not cooperative. Read more…
I am a Primitive Man Chapter 146 – Precious Eggs From the cut on the leg, you can see that this leg was bitten off while alive. When caught and unable to escape, some animals choose to bite off their legs as a survival tactic. Wolves and yellow weasels, for Read more…