I am a Primitive Man

After recovering from the initial shock, Han Cheng became happy and excited.

Not only would he now possess a hot and stylish tiger fur coat, but more importantly, this unlucky tiger turned out to be a male!

Looking at Bai Xue standing beside him, who was developing better day by day, and then at the tiger lying on the ground, Han Cheng secretly made up his mind that the tiger's kidneys and other important parts were all his—no one could snatch them!

As a young man still growing, it was right to exert oneself when working, but one should not be lacking in food...

"Thud!"

As the people of the Green Sparrow Tribe eagerly prepared to skin and clean the tiger, Huo Song's mouth finally closed.

His upper and lower teeth clinked together, making a clicking sound.

This tribe was too brutal, entirely beyond his comprehension!

You should know that even their tribe wouldn't dare provoke such a beast!

Yet this tribe not only provoked it but also brought it back unharmed...

Could people do this?

The Fire Tribe people, unaware of the trap, were confused in the wind...

Dinner was exceptionally sumptuous. Apart from anything else, the two large pots of tiger bone soup were enough to make one's mouth water.

Han Cheng bit into the tiger's kidney and then drank some simmered tiger bone soup, feeling excited.

This was a tiger!

Previously, it was an existence only to be looked up to, but now he ate it himself.

Even though he understood the fierceness of primitive times, he still felt a bit dizzy.

But this feeling quickly disappeared. He couldn't straighten his back after eating a whole tiger's kidney.

Amidst the tribe members' teasing laughter, Han Cheng held Bai Xue's hand and hurried toward their residence.

"Here comes the day!"

Early in the morning, Han Cheng, who was secretly clutching his waist, looked at another tiger's kidney in his bowl and felt as if he had been electrocuted, unable to help shivering.

This stuff was too potent, it would be more than they would.

"You eat, you eat."

Han Cheng promptly moved the bowl of things to the Eldest Senior Brother, the Second Senior Brother, and others.

Originally, Han Cheng was still planning to leave a few blocks for himself, but after meeting Bai Xue's bright eyes, he parted ways.

This is scary, too.

After Lame created the wheelbarrow, Han Cheng helped push it a few times. Without the rubber wheel, pushing the wheelbarrow was quite laborious. After a few trips, Han Cheng was sweating profusely.

At that time, he felt it was the most tiring cart he had ever pushed.

Now, Han Cheng had to take back that statement. The wheelbarrow without the rubber wheel wasn't the most tiring to push...

One deity held a bowl of soup and thought while holding his waist with the other hand...

The tiger skin hanging on the wall had dried somewhat, and the branches had few leaves left.

Several women from the Fire Tribe had already mastered tasks such as stripping hemp, spinning hemp thread, and weaving cloth.

Having calloused hands from grinding and having opened up several acres of land for the Green Sparrow Tribe, Huo Song, and the others were also proficient in tilling and planting wild hemp after tilling.

With this, they were also about to set off.

Huo Song and the others looked highly reluctant. During their time in this tribe, they experienced many things and felt that their lives were completely different from those of the tribe.

Though tired, their hearts were at ease, completely free from the anxiety they used to feel.

Most importantly, the food in this tribe was delicious, and they could eat to their heart's content!

How nice would it be to live in this tribe forever?

Huo Song and the others couldn't help but think the same way...

The chief of the Fire Tribe by the riverside appeared somewhat anxious. Each day after the people from his tribe left, he would mark a trace on the tribe's cave walls.

There were several more marks than when Huo Song and the others left last year, but those who had gone upstream had not returned.

Did something happen to them?

Such worries continued to haunt him...

After hunting, the chief of the Fire Tribe once again came to the riverside. He didn't have to wait long before shadows appeared upstream this time.

The chief of the Fire Tribe immediately felt relieved, having recognized them as the people who had left their tribe.

Amid the cheers of the people on the shore, Huo Song and the others approached the shore in their boats like returning heroes.

They brought back not only the boat but also three rafts loaded with bundles of wild hemp.

On their way back, this wild hemp was harvested again in the oil hemp field.

Several exquisite jars were unloaded from the boat, and the people of the Fire Tribe around couldn't help but cheer.

The cheers grew louder, especially when they saw the snow-white salt inside the jars.

As Huo Song and the others moved things down, they enthusiastically recounted their experiences in the Green Sparrow Tribe to the crowd.

The people around them occasionally exclaimed in amazement.

However, when Huo Song and the others mentioned how they had killed a colorful tiger unscathed, the exclamations abruptly ceased.

Because they thought this was simply impossible. They accused Huo Song and the others of fabricating stories.

Huo Song and the others were red-faced and vehemently argued to defend themselves.

After a thorough discussion, the people finally began to believe.

However, regardless of what was said, with their firsthand experiences at the Green Sparrow Tribe, the people of the Fire Tribe became even more eager to visit and see for themselves if that tribe indeed possessed such wonders...

In the cave of the Fire Tribe, the leader held a finely woven piece of cloth and looked at it with curiosity.

This cloth was woven by Bai Xue, and Huo Song and the others brought it back to set a standard for the Fire Tribe and prevent them from producing too many defective pieces.

The Fire Tribe leader released one hand, holding the cloth to the side of a clay pot, and reached inside; some yellow grains appeared in his hand.

He had eaten this stuff before. It wasn't as tasty as meat, but once cooked, it was much better than wild vegetables. It was indeed an excellent food.

After looking at it for a while, he returned the millet to the pot and glanced back at the hemp fabric in his hand.

This stuff, which looked hairless, could somehow be exchanged for so much from that tribe.

It seemed to be quite good.

However, his concern about coming and going to the hemp fields to gather wild hemp was quickly dispelled as Huo Song reached for some hemp seeds with his silky hand and held them out to him...