I am a Primitive Man

"Don't let anything happen, please, don't let anything happen..."

As he hurriedly rushed over, Shaman kept muttering to himself.

If something happened to the Divine Child, he couldn't imagine what the tribe would be like after such an event.

Describing it as "the sky falling" wouldn't be an exaggeration.

The more he thought about it, the more anxious he became. From the gatekeeper, Tie Tou, he learned that the Divine Child had set off with Lame a long time ago.

It had been such a long time, and they still hadn't returned. This...

Thinking back to the two tribesmen who had died not far from the beehive, Shaman's heart became even more restless. He felt as if his heart was being squeezed together...

He was panting heavily, but he didn't feel tired. He kept walking forward, his feet moving without stopping, unlike the speed one would expect from someone his age.

"I'll go check first!"

Feeling increasingly uneasy, the Eldest Senior Brother said this to Shaman after walking for a while, then led a large group of people toward the direction of the beehive at the speed of hunting prey.

"Divine Child?!"

After running and entering the woods, the Eldest Senior Brother and the others saw Lame walking ahead, carrying a jar and a package.

Their gaze briefly paused on Lame before skipping over to a strange-looking person walking about ten meters behind him.

Although this person was carrying a wooden box and wearing a peculiar hat that covered his face with cloth, they immediately recognized him as the Divine Child, whom they had been worried about endlessly.

After the initial surprise and shouts of joy, the relieved crowd hastened their steps again and rushed towards Han.

Han Cheng was taken aback, then sighed with a bitter smile. How could he still be discovered?

Realizing he was holding a beehive, he quickly shouted, "Don't come too close to me. I have bees in my hands..."

Lame also reacted and hurriedly added, "Divine Child, there are bees in his hands, don't go near."

Bees?

How could the Divine Child still have bees in his hands?

Thinking this, they noticed that winged insects flew into the wooden box the Divine Child was carrying from time to time.

The Eldest Senior Brother was startled and anxiously exclaimed, "Divine Child! Quickly get rid of it!"

Saying this, he was about to run towards Han to rescue their esteemed Divine Child from the clutches of those vicious insects.

Throw it away?

Why would he throw away the bees he had worked so hard to get?

Seeing the crowd rushing towards him again, Han couldn't help but feel touched and bitter.

After another round of explanations, these people finally stopped in doubt, keeping a certain distance from Han, looking at him with a hint of worry and awe.

They worried that the bees would harm the Divine Child but admired him for his courage. The Divine Child actively provoked the bees and put them into the box himself, carrying them by hand.

"Where's Shaman?"

Han asked.

Knowing Shaman's character, the Eldest Senior Brother and the others wouldn't have mobilized so many people like this. The one who always cared for the elderly in the tribe couldn't possibly remain indifferent.

"He's behind us!"

Reminded by Han, the people who had come remembered this. The Eldest Senior Brother quickly sent the fastest runner back to tell Shaman that the Divine Child was safe and not to worry or come this way.

At Han Cheng's signal, Lame put down the honey jar, opened the package, and set down the beehive. He used a bamboo knife to cut off some honeycomb and distributed it to the approaching crowd.

The crowd looked at the somewhat yellowed, hole-riddled substance, unsure what to make of it.

But Lame was an old hand at this. He picked up a small piece of the honeycomb allocated to him and swallowed a mouthful of saliva before putting it in his mouth. Then, as a demonstration to the others, he eagerly tasted the honeycomb, squinting his eyes in delight.

Seeing his reaction, the others hesitated but ultimately followed suit, putting the seemingly inconspicuous and somewhat strange honeycomb into their mouths.

"Hmm?!"

The Eldest Senior Brother's eyes widened instantly.

Even the Second Senior Brother, who loved to eat the most, hesitated momentarily before his mouth moved quickly. He ate while eyeing the remaining large pieces of honeycomb in the package, his eyes shining brightly...

No wonder the Divine Child was eager to get these bees. This stuff was incredibly delicious!

They had thought that the fruit juice they had drunk before was sweet and tasty enough, but compared to this honeycomb, it was far inferior!

Even the smaller-faced Little Fu came over. As the first discoverer of the honeycomb and the first to try it, Han Cheng also gave him some honeycomb. Little Fu, like the others, didn't hesitate to indulge.

After this round of operations, Han Cheng also rested, picked up the beehive, and continued to the tribe.

The Eldest Senior Brother and the others followed, but unlike their anxious rush before, on the way back, they all calmed down and were filled with joy. Some were even secretly licking their fingers.

This young Divine Child, who had not yet fully grown up, had already become their backbone...

"Phew~!"

Shaman, who had received the report, let out a long sigh, completely relaxed. Those who had just hurried along now felt tired and found a slightly elevated spot to sit, panting heavily.

As he breathed heavily, he asked about the situation over there.

"They collected all the bees?!"

Shaman's eyes widened.

"Shaman, try this."

Inside the tribe, Han Cheng, who knew he had acted improperly, held out a bowl of freshly brewed honey water to Shaman, behaving somewhat obsequiously.

Looking at Han Cheng's appearance, Shaman couldn't help but feel amused and moved.

He pretended to be still angry, took the honey water, and brought it to his lips. The cloudy old eyes immediately lit up.

With his mouth wide open, he looked at Han Cheng and then at the honey water in the bowl, his face filled with astonishment. The anger he had just forced himself to show disappeared in an instant.

"Divine... Divine Child, this..."

Seeing Shaman's reaction, Han Cheng smiled subtly...

In the room, Han Cheng lifted a piece of honeycomb with chopsticks, drawing out a bright line of viscous honey.

The chopsticks, coated in honey, entered the mouth of his young bride.

Bai Xue’s big eyes involuntarily squinted, resembling two adorable crescent moons.

Big Brother Han brought back something delicious...

The beehive was placed on a mud wall over a meter high and two to three meters long, specially built in the courtyard.

It had to be placed so high because these little fellows, like Little Fu, always wanted to come and bother the beehive, acting on the principle of "remember the meal, forget the beating."

Wherever the queen bee was, that was home, and these bees had already adapted to their new home, continuously flying in and out of the holes in the beehive, diligently collecting pollen and making honey.

Outside the walls of the Green Sparrow Tribe, the large expanse of flourishing rapeseed flowers had become their best gathering place for nectar...