I am a Primitive Man

Han Cheng had already learned about the significance of the Green Sparrow wine and the consequences of regret before the ceremony through the words of the Eldest Senior Brother.

He was informed about the meaning of the Green Sparrow wine and the severe punishment for those who might have second thoughts after drinking it.

The public beheading was not unfamiliar to him; the image of the Bone Tribe leader’s head being severed by the Eldest Senior Brother’s bone knife was still vivid in his mind.

After drinking the Green Sparrow wine, the Green Tribe would cease to exist.

As the leader of the Green Sparrow Tribe, Han Cheng's feelings at this moment were naturally different from those of the other Green Sparrow Tribe members.

Of course, his hesitation did not last long. Whether it was their previous living conditions or the current prosperity of the Green Sparrow Tribe, there was little time or room for further hesitation.

He lifted the bowl and drank the Green Sparrow wine in one go.

The wind was blowing, the snow was falling, and the snowflakes tapped against the animal-skin-covered window, making a soft rustling sound.

Inside the room, the fire in the hearth burned slowly, with smoke drifting out through the chimney and blending into the dim sky.

Sitting on the warm brick bed was the former leader of the Green Tribe, now Han Cheng. He was holding a small wooden plaque, reading it attentively.

The plaque was smooth and shiny. Three characters carved on the front were “Green Sparrow Valley.” The back was engraved with a Green Sparrow bird, and its wings spread, ready to fly.

Han Cheng, the former leader of the Green Tribe, now understood the significance of this plaque.

It was his identity symbol, proving he was a member of the Green Sparrow Tribe.

He lightly traced his thumb over the character "Valley."

After several days of studying in the Green Sparrow Tribe’s large brick house, he had learned to recognize this character and understand its meaning.

It represented his name and referred to a type of food.

Millet porridge and millet rice, the most commonly eaten and tasted very good, were "Grains."

Seeing the character "Grains," Han Cheng felt uncomfortable.

He had only just realized that the golden, delicious, and filling food was made from the wild grass seeds he had previously thought were inedible…

However, this discomfort did not last long. If he had recognized the wild grass seeds' quality earlier, he would not be enjoying this life now…

He traced the character for a while and hung the wooden plaque, an “ID card,” around his neck, like the other tribe members.

Gu knew there was a more exquisite version of this ID card made from precious ceramics.

He desired such an ID card, but the deity said he would only receive it after twice the fruit had matured on a large scale.

If he wanted to get it earlier, he would need to contribute significantly to the tribe.

The time required for the fruit to mature twice was too long, and Gu was reluctant to wait. So, he secretly resolved to work diligently in the spring to earn the ceramic ID card as soon as possible.

Those with ceramic ID cards could live in houses with tile roofs.

While grass-roofed houses were comfortable, tile-roofed houses would likely be even more so.

Gu, like many of the former Green Tribe members, was not entirely comfortable with this differential treatment.

However, when the Divine Child, accompanied by the leader known as the Eldest Senior Brother, recounted how they gradually built the tribe into its current prosperous and powerful state and how much hardship they endured to construct the grass-roofed houses they now lived in, showing the elders’ hands as evidence, Han Cheng and some other former Green Tribe members’ discontent quickly faded away.

Most of the tribe's elders had thick calluses on their hands, except for a few. Even the esteemed Divine Child had calluses on his palms.

Indeed, considering how much they had contributed to the tribe, enjoying such treatment was already quite good.

To get even better treatment, one must contribute to the tribe like the elders did.

Unspoken words and unaddressed thoughts would prevent one from reaching a certain level of understanding.

To avoid falling behind in thought, one must work on their mindset…

Squatting in front of the hearth, holding skewers of marinated lamb meat threaded onto bamboo sticks, Gu drooled over the sizzling, oil-dripping lamb skewers and felt a sense of pride.

As someone from a later time, he understood better than people from this era how significant thought can be for an individual.

Otherwise, there wouldn’t be so many people brainwashed by pyramid schemes who couldn’t escape.

He mainly anticipated the changes in the Green Tribe members. After all, the Green Tribe members had long admired this tribe, so the integration was naturally easier…

After several rounds of births, the tribe's sheep now numbered eighteen, which was quite a lot.

There were nineteen initially, but one had recently seemed dejected and downcast for some unknown reason.

Seeing this, Han Cheng felt sympathetic and had it rescued from its melancholy state.

Doing good deeds always brings joy. Han Cheng, who had rescued the sheep from its gloomy state, looked at the ten skewers of well-cooked lamb with a smile.

However, this smile didn’t last long before turning into a slightly helpless grin.

He had already heard the footsteps coming from the window.

He knew immediately that it was the young maid, Bai Xue Mei, approaching.

“Creeeak~”

The slightly ajar door opened to reveal Bai Xue with her braided hair grown longer. She walked in, came to Han Cheng’s side, and looked at the lamb skewers in his hand, unable to resist sticking out her pink tongue to lick her lips.

Han Cheng sniffed, thinking this little maid had a knack for timing. She could always appear precisely when the skewers were ready, even though she was busy weaving.

Han Cheng set aside six skewers for Bai Xue, who stood beside him, looking eagerly but silently. Bai Xue Mei immediately became delighted.

Without Han Cheng’s prompting, she quickly took three skewers and ran to another room to give them to Shaman.

She rushed back, already nibbling on a piece of meat while running.

Her little mouth worked swiftly, and her lips, coated with grease, turned even redder. In no time, all the lamb skewers were devoured.

Watching Bai Xue's ‘ferocious’ eating, Han Cheng suddenly felt chilly in some parts of his body…