I am a Primitive Man

The more secretive and private thoughts in this matter, Han Cheng did not share with everyone. Sometimes it's perfect to keep the tribe a bit more carefree and happy.

But even so, Han Cheng easily persuaded the people of the tribe.

On one hand, this was due to the prestige he had accumulated over the years within the tribe; on the other hand, when the tribe members thought about what he said, it made a lot of sense.

Since that evil tribe could attack everyone, why should their tribe always be the one rushing forward in battle?

The sky was somewhat gray, with a steady autumn drizzle falling. The air grew fresher, but the temperature dropped.

In such weather, the Green Sparrow Tribe's trade team, wearing bamboo hats and rain cloaks, set out with their deer and dogs.

This time, along with Shang and Mao, the original trade team was joined by the Old Sheep and another member of the Sheep Tribe.

They were victims of attacks from the evil Semi-Farming Tribe. This trip would be to tell those tribes about the Semi-Farming Tribe's evil and strength, as well as their own tribe's misfortunes.

Without exception, these people carried finely crafted weapons.

This was a preparation in case the trade team encountered the Semi-Farming Tribe people on the road.

Han Cheng stood under the great gate, watching the trade team leave in the autumn rain, feeling a bit stirred inside.

After so long a period of peaceful evolution, it was now time to see some results.

After the trade team left, the people remaining in the tribe grew more tense, preparing for the coming war.

Once the sky cleared, the copper smelting furnace near the quarry on the northwest side of the tribe began to smoke.

Copper and tin ingots transported back from the Copper Mountain residential area were melted together in proportions worked out by the tribe's people, then cast into bronze daggers and arrowheads…

Lame, the tribe's master carpenter, had stopped making other tools and was instead teaching several people how to weave sturdy vine shields using thick vines.

Then they stretched, dried, and hammered animal hides on both sides of the shields…

They took these tasks very seriously, fearing any imperfection might cause injuries to the tribe members in the upcoming war.

Women like Qinghua and Qingcao worked by a tributary upstream of the small river, tirelessly using a water-powered mill to hull millet, producing golden grains.

They cleaned the millet meticulously, wanting to prepare the best food for the warriors going out to fight, hoping that with good nutrition, the tribe members would have more strength, defeat more enemies, and suffer fewer wounds…

Others gathered fruits around the tribe; some stored them for later, and some used them to make wine.

This way, on the march, when tired or cold, the tribe members could drink to relieve fatigue and warm themselves…

"Attention! Kill!"

On the still incomplete plaza between the inner and outer walls, Green Sparrow Tribe warriors were drilling, holding weapons with even more focus and seriousness than before.

"Sweat in training, bleed less in war."

The Divine Child often repeated this, so they had memorized and gradually put it into practice during training.

Everyone held their breath—how could anyone think of attacking their tribe? How could anyone try to steal from them?

Everything in their tribe was earned with their blood and sweat—no one would be allowed to rob it!

After the decision to go to war was made, many aspects of the Green Sparrow Tribe began to shift towards warfare.

About three-quarters of the construction work was temporarily halted.

No more manpower could be spent on this now.

Besides, once they won this battle, they would surely gain many captives, and with their help, the progress lost now would be caught up gradually…

Moving the scene back, we come to the Semi-Farming Tribe.

The autumn morning sunshine was scattered as some yellow leaves, dotted with dew, fell from branches.

The Semi-Farming Tribe's female shaman emerged from the largest house, holding a small pottery jar.

Among the pottery items obtained from the Sheep Tribe, this small jar was now the most treasured by the Semi-Farming Tribe's shaman.

Not just because of its small size and easy portability, but also because it contained a white substance called "salt" by the submissive captives.

After correctly experiencing the excellent taste of salt, demonstrated by the captive lackeys, the Semi-Farming Tribe's shaman never forgot it.

Now she was putting some salt from this small jar into another pottery jar.

That jar contained porridge made from black-gray berries mixed with wild vegetables.

Many jars of this porridge and other fruit dishes had to be cooked to feed everyone in the tribe.

But the shaman only added salt to one jar; the rest had none.

At mealtime, everyone would get a bit of that salted porridge.

The Semi-Farming Tribe people savored this especially delicious porridge, dreaming about what the "Green Sparrow Tribe" might be.

From the submissive Sheep Tribe captives, they had learned that this tasty "salt" and these pottery items were all from the mysterious "Green Sparrow Tribe."

"Hurry up and return, those who went out. Bring back the secrets of the Sheep Tribe and the Green Sparrow Tribe."

That way, their tribe would get many Sheep and lots of fine pottery and delicious salt!

The Semi-Farming Tribe's shaman knew all this but only showed a faint smile.

She gave the salted food to the tribe, partly so they could taste the salt's flavor, and partly to achieve the current effect.

Being smart, she had already guessed from the submissive Sheep Tribe people that the "Green Sparrow Tribe" was indeed a tribe…