I am a Primitive Man Chapter 163 – Little girl who picks mushrooms The pottery basin tilted, and the clarified water flowed along the edge into another basin, leaving behind the grass and wood ashes that had become muddy. Han Cheng added clean water to it again, stirred it after Read more…
I am a Primitive Man Chapter 162 – Grass ashes? Cement! “Divine Child! Divine Child!” Shouts rang out once again, filled with a hint of panic. It was the Third Senior Brother calling out. This alarmed Han Cheng again, wondering if something had gone wrong again. Thinking so, he quickly Read more…
I am a Primitive Man Chapter 161 – The leader whose style is plummeting Speak at length when there is something to say, and be brief when there is nothing. The following days in the Green Sparrow Tribe were ordinary, nothing noteworthy. Time passed by quickly. The sun, rising in Read more…
I am a Primitive Man Chapter 160 – Getting Fire A bundle of fire tinder was placed underneath the tree stick, lying flat on the ground with a small hole drilled into it. Han Cheng inserted the wooden rod into the modified hand pressure drill. With one foot stepping on Read more…
I am a Primitive Man Chapter 159 – Tinder tree Of course, Han Cheng was not pleased. His goal was to find a method for quickly igniting fires, and using these two stones to make fire was slower than using wooden drills. Even if he proved that it was possible Read more…
I am a Primitive Man Chapter 158 – Getting Fire Part One After being busy for a while, Han Cheng called someone over to take his place and continue the treatment. Under the current conditions, he had no better options. Whether Fire One could pull through or not would ultimately Read more…
I am a Primitive Man Chapter 157 – You will start missing it after you lose it “Divine Child Divine Child” Han Cheng was making tiles with Hei Wa when suddenly he heard the continuous shouts of “Divine Child.” The voices were filled with anxiety and panic. Han Cheng was Read more…
I am a Primitive Man Chapter 156 – Good Education These wild chickens in the chicken coop still maintain their glorious image of bald wings and bare buttocks. It’s not that Han Cheng has magical hands that can make no grass grow after his treatment; instead, he takes the time Read more…
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…