I am a Primitive Man

"Won't give up until reaching the Yellow River"—this mindset is common among many people.

Understanding this, Han Cheng was not particularly affected when the shaman and eldest senior brother felt disheartened over the lack of immediate success.

"Don't worry, they still have salt to eat. When they run out of salt..."

Han Cheng explained to the shaman and eldest senior brother.

Since they weren't planning to use force, they would have to endure the wait, however arduous it might be.

They had done everything they could, and now it was up to time. When the time came, they would decide on the next step based on the situation.

After listening to Han Cheng, the shaman and eldest senior brother felt much better.

The grass became greener following a light spring rain, and the flowers bloomed more vibrantly.

The Green Sparrow Tribe began the long-awaited project of planting millet.

A stone recording the Green Sparrow Tribe's 'history' was used to inscribe the character "Grain Rain" in the grid for the previous day.

The name was chosen because, after this rain, the Divine Child instructed them to start planting millet.

"Yoo yoo..."

Deer Lord, pulling a plow, cried out unwillingly on the lush and vibrant plains.

In such a bright and sunny moment, the best thing to do would be to lead his large herd to enjoy the fresh greenery while indulging in activities that make a deer's heart joyful.

But now, Deer Lord was harnessed to the plow, working.

Not just him. About half of the adult deer in the herd were pulling various equipment across the plains.

The other half would be harnessed when they got tired and took over the work.

Humans could do as they pleased, but the deer had no freedom.

Having witnessed the recent joyous festival, Old Deer cried even more mournfully.

Was there any worse way to treat deer?

Fu Jiang and his several silly children no longer followed the deer herd as they did in the wild.

They scattered across the fields, occasionally running around playfully.

However, no one dared to approach the brilliantly blooming rapeseed fields anymore, a lesson learned after Han Cheng repeatedly kicked Little Fu’s pollen-covered bottom.

The millet seeds, carefully stored by the people of the Green Sparrow Tribe, were sown into the furrows. It wouldn't take long before they sprouted.

The Green Sparrow Tribe's large-scale land clearing and field preparation had been highly effective. In addition to the few dozen acres of rapeseed, they had about 680 acres.

This result exceeded Han Cheng's expectations.

Of these 680 acres, 80 acres would be left aside.

Some of these 80 acres would be used to grow wild hemp, while the rest would lie fallow.

It wasn't that Han Cheng didn't want to plant more, but they ran out of seeds.

For several hundred acres, the amount of seeds needed was substantial.

The millet harvested last year was primarily kept for seeds rather than food, yet it was still insufficient.

In the tribe, Bai Xue was squatting and carefully watching the silkworm eggs in the warm sunlight, eagerly waiting for them to hatch. She had already prepared fresh mulberry leaves for them.

It proved that wolves and huskies were always a handful, whether in ancient times or later generations.

"Woo woo woo~"

"Woof woof woof~"

Accompanied by heart-wrenching wails that echoed across the plain, Little Fu, who had left in a huff after receiving a few kicks from Han Cheng, emerged from the distance. It seemed like something was chasing him, and he was desperately running while crying pitifully. Occasionally, he would even roll on the ground.

Hearing the commotion, Fu Jiang and the other four pups scattered across the plain started barking and ran towards Little Fu. The deer stopped their actions, perked up their ears, and watched. Some people grabbed hoes and mattocks and rushed over, while Han Cheng, surrounded by a few people, headed in that direction.

Third Senior Brother, who never parted with his bow, had already nocked an arrow. It was a feathered arrow with an iron tip, and he scanned the surroundings with a vigilant expression, ready to shoot at any sign of danger.

"Woof woof woof..."

When Little Fu finally reached them, feeling safer now, he stopped running and collapsed on the ground, crying out and rolling in pain. Fu Jiang and the other pups arrived and anxiously jumped around him.

Han Cheng and the others approached and carefully examined Little Fu during his rolling fits. They didn't see any snakes or apparent wounds, but Little Fu's agony was absolute. He was restless, whining, and continually thrashing about.

Han Cheng instructed everyone to step back to avoid being hurt by the frenzied Little Fu. After a while, Little Fu finally stopped whining but appeared significantly swollen. His face was so puffy that his eyes were reduced to slits, giving him a comical yet pitiful look. Standing there, he was almost twice the size of Fu Jiang, exuding a strange sense of humor.

Despite knowing it wasn't appropriate to laugh, Han Cheng couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of the swollen and distorted Little Fu. He then began cautiously examining him. From his current state, it seemed likely that Little Fu had been bitten by some venomous creature, possibly a snake or insect.

Han Cheng hoped it wasn't something too venomous, as he had no effective remedies for such unknown poisons. After confirming there were no large predators, Han Cheng sent the others back to continue plowing and sowing, keeping only a few less busy individuals, including the shaman, by his side.

The chubby Little Fu looked uneasy, but after Han Cheng reassured him for a while, he allowed him to examine him. Han Cheng carefully parted the fur on Little Fu's head and frowned.

There was a black and purple spot resembling a bite mark from some creature. Han Cheng continued to carefully inspect Little Fu, who sat there obediently, looking as if he were a child bullied outside.

"Hiss!"

Han Cheng couldn't help but gasp. There were nine such spots on Little Fu's head alone! What had he gotten into? Han Cheng noticed something sticky around Little Fu's mouth. What was that?

While holding Little Fu's chin to check, Han Cheng pondered and brought his hand to his eyes to see more clearly. Before he could get a good look, the swollen-faced Little Fu surprisingly opened his mouth, licked Han Cheng's hand with his clumsy tongue, and then tried to clean his chin.