I am a Primitive Man Chapter 225 – Zhang Liang’s Plan and the Ladder Over the Wall The chief of the sheep tribe left with the exchanged pottery, feeling deeply touched. The other members of the sheep tribe looked at the chief, who was wearing a hat and gloves, feeling Read more…
I am a Primitive Man Chapter 224 – Didn’t bring enough leather? You can put it on the tabs The enthusiastic reception from the Eldest Senior Brother made the chief of the Sheep Tribe, who had been feeling guilty, suddenly calm down. He stopped rushing to leave and instead looked Read more…
I am a Primitive Man Chapter 223 – Kidnap the Divine Child? This is a dangerous idea Why are the differences so significant between tribes? Why is there such a big difference even though we both raise sheep? The chief of the Sheep Tribe looked at the scene before him, Read more…
I am a Primitive Man Chapter 222 – Dangerous Primitive Era What’s wrong? How dare you ask me what’s wrong? Looking at the old primitive man in front of him, who was known for his wisdom but now looked at him with concern and innocence, Han Cheng didn’t know what Read more…
I am a Primitive Man Chapter 221 – The deeply moving sentiment that tears one’s eyes. The leader of the Donkey Tribe held a bowl of steaming hot meat soup, happily slurping it by the fire. The soup, seasoned with salt, was delicious, and he could never get enough of Read more…
I am a Primitive Man Chapter 220 – Sheep Tribe was led astray Han Cheng looked at the sparse charcoal in the basket, the ashes in the kiln, and the pile of wood next to him that hadn’t burned through or hadn’t burned at all, feeling somewhat distressed as he Read more…
I am a Primitive Man Chapter 219 – Covering the wall After tying down the bottom horizontal stick, Han Cheng picked up two 55-centimeter sticks. He joined one end of each stick with the top of the vertical stick already nailed in place while having Lame tie them together with Read more…
I am a Primitive Man Chapter 218 – Dogs that can’t eat bones and crazy earth walls The Shaman, with fewer teeth, slowly gnawed on the chicken wings. The chicken wings cooked with charcoal tasted better than those cooked with ordinary firewood, but the improvement in taste was nowhere near Read more…
I am a Primitive Man Chapter 217 – Dawn Han Cheng originally planned to open the kiln the next day, but it was opened in the afternoon. It wasn’t because he couldn’t wait, but because he noticed through the cracks in the kiln that the firewood inside mainly had turned Read more…
I am a Primitive Man Chapter 216 – Feel like reciting a poem Han Cheng looked at the unearthed, partially burnt wooden sticks with a hint of disappointment. This method, indeed, couldn’t produce charcoal. The sticks that were dug out looked similar to those that were burning and suddenly extinguished Read more…