I am a Primitive Man

Two days passed in the blink of an eye. Before dawn, those responsible for cooking had already gotten up to prepare meals, placing them in large clay basins to cool before everyone ate.

The ingredients had been carefully selected by the Divine Child and the leader last night and were quite abundant.

As the sky began to brighten, the Green Sparrow Tribe started to bustle with activity.

Those going on the expedition washed up and came to eat. Each person had their fill, and after drinking a bowl of tangy, addictive wine mash, they picked up their pre-prepared weapons and prepared to set off.

By now, the wine had been completely accepted by the people of the Green Sparrow Tribe, and many had become loyal fans.

Unfortunately, due to the limited quantity of wine, people generally didn't drink unless it was an important day.

This year was different. After autumn began, the tribe carried out three proactive campaigns, each accompanied by a wine feast.

This made some primitive drunks jubilant, wishing there could be more campaigns like this every year so they could enjoy more of the delightful wine.

Their craving for wine completely overcame their fear of the campaigns.

The gate to the deer pen was opened, and Deer Lord, who had been cooped up for a while, stepped out, snorting at Han Cheng, clearly unhappy about being confined.

Han Cheng smiled and handed him a refreshing little cabbage while gently scratching his face.

Seeing this little two-legged creature’s earnestness, Deer Lord graciously forgave this shameless fellow.

Contentedly accepting Han Cheng's offering, he moved his mouth, happily munching on the cabbage.

Han Cheng looked at the proud Deer Lord, grinning mischievously.

“Enjoy your moment of arrogance; soon, you’ll realize my kindness isn’t so easily accepted.”

Once Deer Lord came to his senses from such inhumane treatment, he turned around and discovered that some of his more muscular “wives and children” were all tied up with several stacked leather bags.

Some bags were filled with items, and even he had two tied bags on his back, one on each side.

Watching Deer Lord being led away by Tie Tou, occasionally turning back to snort and vent his dissatisfaction, Han Cheng couldn't help but laugh.

“Be good and do your work, and I’ll feed you cabbage when you return!”

Deer Lord’s response was a series of loud snorts followed by a muffled fart.

It seemed this fellow was quite upset with Han Cheng.

The other deer followed Deer Lord as well.

This time, the expedition would cover a considerable distance, making it necessary to bring them along.

On the way, they could help carry food and weapons for the elder brother and the others.

On the return trip, they could transport the many food items obtained from the Flying Snake Tribe.

With this large group of deer, the food that the Flying Snake Tribe had painstakingly stored wouldn’t be reduced to much.

And even if they couldn’t carry everything, the captured slaves could still bear the food.

Han Cheng had already decided to clear the caves where the Flying Snake Tribe lived, leaving them no fruit.

With the strongest fighting force in the tribe leaving, the entire tribe immediately felt a bit emptier.

Han Cheng stood at the door for a while and began organizing tasks.

Among the slaves, seventeen were lightly injured, and after a few days of rest, they were ready to start working.

Slaves are meant to be used, regardless of the type of slave. Han Cheng naturally wouldn’t allow them to stay in the tribe and eat for free.

So, these seventeen people were taken out of the pigpen, holding unfamiliar tools like bone shovels, picks, hooks, and wheelbarrows. Under the watch of several Green Sparrow Tribe members, they walked out of the tribe's gates and began digging and transporting soil a short distance away.

Their task was to fill in the several traps dug out in front of the gate.

It was their first time doing such work, having previously only hunted and gathered food, and they were naturally clumsy. However, it wasn't surprising that humans could emerge from the wilderness without sharp teeth and claws.

Their most significant advantage was their strong ability to learn.

Moreover, the fear and tension generated under the watch of Green Sparrow Tribe members holding stone spears further enhanced their learning ability.

After the people of the Green Sparrow Tribe demonstrated how to do the work, their awkward practice gradually became smoother.

The shaman also came out and stood next to Han Cheng, watching the group of working slaves with a smile on his face.

They were indeed good laborers.

Watching this group of primarily lame slaves, Han Cheng’s smile suddenly twitched.

He had previously thought about gathering seven Dragon Balls to summon a dragon and joked about gathering seven lame ones…

Now, that playful thought had somehow come true.

Among this group of slaves, at least a quarter had some leg lameness issue, which was quite…

Their job wasn’t just to fill in the few large pits at the courtyard's entrance. After they filled these pits, they still had an important task to do: tamping down earth walls and building houses.

As the weather gradually grew colder, it wasn't practical to have them settle in the pigpen, which lacked pigs.

Han Cheng had taken them as slaves to have them work more for the tribe and create more production resources, not to abuse them.

However, deciding where to build the houses was a tricky matter.

The core issue was whether to build within the courtyard of the Green Sparrow Tribe or outside of it.

Building in the courtyard would strengthen control over the slaves, and in case of danger, these slaves could also help defend the walls.

But there were also disadvantages; they had to constantly guard against slave uprisings, even being cautious while sleeping to avoid being surprised in their rooms and having their heads chopped off.

On the other hand, placing the slaves’ living quarters outside the courtyard would indeed reduce the threat to the tribe but would make it more difficult to monitor and control them.

They would always need to be on the lookout for whether the slaves might sneak away at night.

This was an uncomfortable situation.

“Build the slaves' housing outside the courtyard…”

After hearing Han Cheng's words and understanding his dilemma, the shaman quickly provided an answer.

In his view, the lives of the tribe members were the most important. Even if building the slaves' housing outside made control more difficult, it was better than living under constant threat.

The shaman's words made Han Cheng immediately resolute.

Yes, compared to the difficulty of strengthening control over the slaves, one’s own life was the most precious and important.

Safety first—how could he have forgotten such a principle?