I am a Primitive Man

The heavy stone roller pressed down on the ground, leaving a shallow mark on the slightly damp soil.

The small stones on the ground were all crushed into the soil.

This way, they won't be mixed in with the grain when it's time to thresh.

The others didn't react much to this, but a few of the regulars who often participated in threshing looked at the marks with expressions of pleasant surprise.

The Divine Child's words were not wrong; this stone roller was handy. Not to mention anything else, just the current ground-rolling operation alone justified the considerable effort put into making it.

This rolling stone had a better effect than the tamping tools they had used before.

More importantly, the ground was relatively flat, making it difficult for grains like millet and rapeseed to hide within.

Now that the results were so noticeable, wouldn't it be even more helpful when using it for threshing?

Watching the stone roller squeak and clatter along with the movement of the deer, Han Cheng and the others began to look forward to autumn arriving sooner.

After a round of experimentation, the effectiveness of the stone roller was as good as expected. Han Cheng smiled and gave Mu Tou a thumbs up, saying he would treat him to a delicious meal tonight.

Excited, Mu Tou immediately got to work, enthusiastically continuing to use the hammer and chisel to work on the new stone roller.

After all, the area planted with grains in the Green Sparrow Tribe was large enough, but with only one stone roller, time was insufficient.

This was also why Han Cheng planned to move the threshing ground outside the tribe this year.

Although the courtyard of the Green Sparrow Tribe was spacious, bringing in so much grain at once would still make it feel crowded...

After finishing the experiments, Han Cheng led the deer back into the courtyard and locked it in the deer pen.

It was getting late today, so he didn't let them go out to forage.

After completing these tasks, he habitually glanced toward the silkworm-raising area but did not see Bai Xue's figure.

Where did this little girl who took care of the silkworms go?

Under normal circumstances, she wouldn't stray too far from the silkworms.

Thinking like this, he didn't pay too much attention. After all, in this courtyard, she couldn't have gone far.

Thinking about the meal he planned to have with Mu Tou tonight, Han Cheng got up and went to the cave.

Some ingredients needed to be prepared in advance.

After preparing the ingredients, Han Cheng glanced at the silkworm-raising area again but still didn't see Bai Xue's figure. Han Cheng felt a bit puzzled.

Where did this girl go?

With doubts, he began to search the courtyard deliberately, but after a lap, he didn't see her.

Han Cheng became somewhat anxious. Thinking that he hadn't checked inside the house yet, he hurriedly went to the front, opened the door, and hurriedly went in.

Upon entering the room, he saw Bai Xue, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, and Han Cheng breathed a sigh of relief.

Soon, he became worried again because Bai Xue's condition was not right.

At this moment, she was sitting on a wooden stool placed by the heated bed, huddled up, with tears on her face, looking particularly weak and helpless.

What happened? The usually cheerful Bai Xue, how did she become like this?

"What's wrong?"

Han Cheng walked over, squatted down, touched her braided hair, and asked with concern.

Han Cheng didn't ask at first, but now that he did, Bai Xue Mei pursed her lips, and tears streamed down her face.

"What's wrong?"

Han Cheng asked with increasing anxiety.

However, Bai Xue refused to speak, just holding onto Han Cheng's arm and crying intermittently.

What on earth happened? How could someone who was perfectly fine suddenly cry so heartbreakingly?

Han Cheng was full of confusion and worry.

After a while like this, Bai Xue Mei, with red-rimmed eyes from crying, choked out intermittently, "Brother Cheng... I... I'm going to die..."

Han Cheng was anxious and startled to hear these words from Bai Xue's mouth. How could she be dying when she was perfectly fine?!

"What exactly happened? Where are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Han Cheng asked anxiously.

"I... I'm bleeding, bleeding... a lot, I... I can't... can't stop it..."

After Bai Xue said this intermittently, she hugged Han Cheng's arm even tighter and cried even more sadly.

Bleeding? And a lot?!

Han Cheng was surprised and hurriedly examined Bai Xue up and down, but he found no wounds.

"Where are you bleeding from?"

Han Cheng asked somewhat strangely.

As soon as the words came out, he realized something, and his eyes widened as he looked at Bai Xue. Upon closer inspection, he did indeed notice some clues.

This...

Han couldn't help but laugh out loud at the false alarm.

Bai Xue felt even more wronged when she saw Han Cheng laughing. She was bleeding so much and was about to die, yet Brother Cheng was still laughing...

It took Han Cheng a while to stop laughing. He earnestly comforted her, "Don't worry, you're not dying. You're just growing up..."

With each explanation from Brother Cheng, who had completely transformed into a caring friend of women, Bai Xue gradually stopped crying, and her fear gradually dissipated.

"Really?"

After a while, Bai Xue looked at Han Cheng skeptically.

Han Cheng nodded. "Really!"

After understanding that she wasn't going to die, that it was just a symbol of growing up, Bai Xue suddenly became happy.

She was happy, but Han Cheng became melancholy.

He realized he had nothing to entertain the relatives who visited Bai Xue for the first time.

Where were the holographic displays, the moon goddesses, and all those things that were ubiquitous in the future? None of them were in sight at this time.

It was like the paper he sorely missed, which was also a headache.

Could he just let Bai Xue and the female primitive people of the tribe find some hay and leaves, tie them with animal skins, and call it a day?

That would be too rough.

Feeling a headache coming on, Han Cheng sat there with a bitter smile. Others might have grand adventures when they time-traveled, but all he got was dealing with trivial matters all day long...

The key was that he always got stuck with these things.

And now he was trending further towards becoming a "friend of women."... This was embarrassing for the time-traveler community.

Should he use linen?

This... would be too extravagant, wouldn't it?

Once this method was popularized, just this item would consume a lot of linen yearly.

If it worked well, it would be fine, but the linen wasn't exceptionally soft, and its absorbency wasn't good...

This was indeed a headache.

"Get some needles and thread!"

After agonizing over it for a long time, Han, the great shaman, raised his drooping head and shouted boldly.