I am a Primitive Man

Better than just cooked canned food?

The young wife's eyes narrowed, and she unconsciously started to salivate. Her hands moved faster. After measuring, she folded along the marks drawn with charcoal and then cut with an iron knife. Once cut, she took the hat off Han Cheng's head, placed it on her lap, and started threading the needle, sewing meticulously.

A man focused on his work and a woman are most appealing. Watching Lamei Xue concentrate on sewing, Han Cheng smiled faintly, feeling peaceful inside. He silently praised himself for his cleverness. Where would he find such a talented young wife without his slow cultivation?

"Here, use your hands to drill a few holes."

Han Cheng pointed to the already-formed beehive and instructed Lame.

"These holes must be left; otherwise, the bees won't be able to come and go."

"Lame, are you interested in doing something earth-shattering with me?"

Looking at the fully completed beehive, Han Cheng asked Lame with a mesmerizing tone, having dropped his axe.

Something earth-shattering? Lame's eyes lit up with excitement, reminiscent of when he followed the Divine Child out of the cave in the dead of winter and broke through the ice, saving the tribe from crisis and drastically changing his pitiful status.

The Divine Child hadn't displayed such an imposing presence in a long time, so Lame readily agreed without hesitation.

Then, when many people were resting at lunchtime, he carried a wooden box with him, sneakily following the rather suspicious-looking Divine Child towards the tribe's gate.

"Divine Child, why are we doing this?"

Lame lowered his voice, expressing his confusion.

Han Cheng smiled bitterly. Wasn't this necessary? If the unusually concerned Shaman knew about this, getting him to agree to take the bee colony would take a lot of convincing. So, after much thought, Han Cheng decided to act sneakily first. Once he had collected the bees, Gu wouldn't have much to say in the face of facts.

" Divine Child..."

"Hush!"

Seeing Han Cheng and Lame behaving suspiciously, Tie Tou, guarding the wall, scratched his head and asked.

But Han Cheng stopped him before the word "Divine Child" could come out.

Having spent much time with the Divine Child, Tie Tou understood the meaning behind this action and quickly complied.

By this time, Han Cheng had quietly opened the gate and stepped outside the tribe.

"Shaman, where are you going?"

Tie Tou asked in a hushed voice.

"Don't ask too much. I'll bring you some delicious food later!"

Han Cheng replied similarly hushedly, holding a container and some other items in his hands.

Hearing the promise of delicious food, Tie Tou immediately stopped asking and nodded vigorously.

Han Cheng, with Lame in tow, swiftly headed towards the location of the beehive.

"Divine Child, what are we doing?"

Watching as the tribe grew farther away, Lame, feeling somewhat worried, finally remembered to ask this crucial question.

"Collecting honeybees, collecting honey."

Han Cheng showed a mouthful of white teeth, smiling at Lame.

"Ah."

Lame responded, then continued to ponder the rather convoluted statement made by Han Cheng in his mind.

Seeing Lame's reaction, Han Cheng couldn't help but nod. Lame was indeed someone worthy of the Divine Child's attention. If others knew the purpose of this trip, they would surely advise him against it.

To achieve the same calmness as Lame was impossible.

Han Cheng thought this to himself as he walked for a while and looked back to see Lame lagging behind, wearing a troubled expression like he was constipated.

Of course, Lame's expression wouldn't be too pleasant because after pondering for a while, he finally figured out what the Divine Child wanted to do with him and why the Divine Child's behavior today was so strange!

Bees!

Bees that had once stung people to death!

Because a swarm of bees suddenly appeared around the tribe, and Xiao Fu was stung by bees, losing all resemblance to a dog, the tribe's shaman, upon returning to the tribe, began to spread the word about the dangers of bees.

To prove the correctness of his words, he even deliberately dug out a stone tablet from a pile of old slabs, pointing to the inscriptions that only he and Hei Wa, two people in the whole tribe, could recognize and announce to everyone.

How could Lame not know about such things?

No wonder the Divine Child didn't say what the wooden box was for when Lame asked.

"Di...Divine Child, let's... let's go back..."

After understanding what the Divine Child would do, which was to perform something that would astonish the heavens and move ghosts, Lame almost burst into tears.

Han Cheng sniffed. I praised you so much in my heart just now.

"Do you trust me?"

There was no choice; Han Cheng had to rely on his accumulated prestige over a long period.

"I do."

Without any hesitation, Lame blurted out.

"Since you want to believe, then come with me. I have a way to keep the bees from harming me."

Han Cheng struck while the iron was hot.

And so, the two-man bee-collecting team continued on their way.

Lame, carrying the wooden box, looked like he was about to cry. He trusted the Divine Child, but collecting bees was still too dangerous.

Thus, the two arrived in front of the dead tree. Han Cheng didn't rush forward but first checked the surroundings to ensure no danger. Then, he began to unpack his belongings.

He first put on leather gloves and tied them tightly with ropes to ensure there were no gaps between them and his sleeves, thereby preventing skin exposure.

He then tied the leather pants tightly with ropes, connecting them to his socks and tucking them into his shoes.

Just as he finished this, preparing to put on a cloth hat with holes sewn in, Lame brought the beehive over.

"Divine Child, let me go."

Lame said, looking at the dead tree buzzing with bees. Although he looked frightened, his determination to replace Han Cheng never wavered.

Han Cheng put on the hat, the cloth hanging down his waist like a curtain. He reached out to tie the rope at his chest through the small holes and smiled at Lame, "You hide in the distance. You don't understand bees. Let me handle it. With these precautions, they can't harm me."

Lame still hesitated until Han Cheng adopted the Divine Child's posture. Then, he had to follow Han Cheng's instructions and walk away, looking worried as he watched Han Cheng, carrying the beehive, approach the dead tree.

Han Cheng wasn't worried at all. He was already armed like this; if these bees still managed to breach his defenses, they would truly be extraordinary.

He put down the beehive and began to chop at the dead tree, preparing to enlarge it and find the queen bee.

As long as he found this guy, everything would be solved.

"Bang!"

"Bzzz~!"