I Became The Chief of A Primitive Village

In the Teepee, Su Bai was writing a diary. It was a habit he had developed after writing novels on Earth. He would record his inspirations whenever they came.

Now that he had become a Shaman, managing 72 people as the Village Chief of a Tribe, he had even more responsibilities. If he did not write a diary, he might forget many things. It was also the way of reviewing the old to learn the new.

However, Su Bai would not write any secrets in his diary, such as being a Transmigrator, possessing a System, things produced by the System… and so on.

These secrets could reveal his identity, which was why he would never write them in his diary. He kept them completely to himself. He swore to never speak of such things until his death.

"Education and culture should be put on the agenda. In terms of Chinese characters, how can I make it easier for the Tribe people to remember them?" Su Bai wrote in his diary, stopping the charcoal in his hand in frustration.

He looked down at the words on the animal hide. The writing using charcoal was a bit blurry, and animal hide was not really good material to write on.

"It seems like I need to produce paper too, and find a good substitute for ink," Su Bai flicked the charcoal dust off his fingers.

The diary he was writing was meant to be a family heirloom. The experiences and thoughts in the diary were to be passed down to future generations.

For example, future records might say: ‘Su Bai was a thinker of primitive society, an educational pioneer, the founder of the Su Family’s writing system.’

It could also be, ‘Many readers would revere him as Sage Su, the Supreme Sage, the Supreme Teacher…’

After all, in a primitive society where culture had barely begun to develop, being able to leave an important mark in history seemed very interesting to Su Bai. [Though, it was of dark taste to desire such titles.]

"I’m fantasising too far," Su Bai suddenly laughed. It was his way of finding joy in hardship. Primitive society was truly boring.

"…" Yu Ying sat by the fire pit, sewing animal hides, occasionally looking up to steal a glance at Su Bai.

She saw the Shaman stop writing, looking a bit troubled, then suddenly laughing. [The Shaman must be working very hard. He must have just solved a difficult problem for the Tribe, that’s why he’s laughing so happily.]

"Shaman, may I come in?" Suddenly, a voice called from outside the Teepee, startling the fox eared girl. She quickly stood up and looked at the Shaman.

"Let them in," Su Bai nodded and said. With an assistant, he did not need to shout anymore.

"Yes," Yu Ying walked to the door flap, lifted it and saw Yan Jiao, Yan Hua, and Mai Mang.

"Oh? Yu Ying, why are you in the Shaman’s Teepee?" Yan Jiao asked in surprise.

"The Shaman said you can come in," Yu Ying softly said. She then added in a small voice, "Uncle Yan Jiao, I’m here to serve the Shaman."

"What!?" Yan Jiao exclaimed in shock.

He turned to look at his Daughter behind him, his red eyes emitting a sharp yet ‘loving’ gaze, as if reprimanding, ‘What is going on!? How could you let someone else take the position of Shaman Priestess!?’

[It’s over!] Two words flashed through Yan Hua’s mind. Seeing her Father’s expression, she knew she was definitely going to be scolded.

"Chieftain, let’s not keep the Shaman waiting," Mai Mang intervened.

*Hmph!* Yan Jiao made a dissatisfied snort, turned around and forced a smile at the fox eared girl, before stepping into the Teepee.

How could he not be angry? He had thought his Daughter would become the Shaman Priestess. If she became one, she would not have the chance to become a Totem Warrior or go out hunting, allowing him to put his worries to rest.

But now? The position of Shaman Priestess had been taken by Yu Ying.

If Yan Jiao knew that the candidate for Shaman Priestess had been recommended to the Shaman by his own Daughter, he would cough up blood from anger.

The group entered the Teepee.

"…" Yan Jiao saw the extra pile of hay in the Teepee and instantly understood what it was for.

He inwardly fumed, [Who taught Yu Ying to come live in the Shaman’s Teepee!? Could it be that Cang Shi taught her in advance!? When that bastard Cang Shi returns, I’ll find an excuse to beat him up to vent my anger!]

Yan Jiao never suspected that Yu Ying had requested to come here herself. Everyone in the Tribe knew the fox eared girl was very timid and would never do such a bold thing.

*Ahem, ahem…* Mai Mang coughed lightly with a hint of guilt. Seeing the Chieftain’s expression, as someone who grew up with him, he naturally understood what kind of person Yan Jiao was and what he was thinking. [He must be thinking about beating up whoever encouraged Yu Ying to sleep in the Shaman’s Teepee!]

And that person was him, Mai Mang.

To thank the Shaman, he had encouraged Yu Ying to live in the Main Teepee, just to make it convenient to take care of her. It was nothing more than that.

"Shaman, thank you for saving my life," Mai Mang bowed gratefully.

"Are you alright now?" Su Bai asked in a kind tone.

"I’m fine now, I’ll completely recover in two more days," Mai Mang said hurriedly.

"That’s good," Su Bai nodded slightly, looking at the stern-faced Yan Jiao and the troubled-looking cow horned girl.

He asked curiously, "Chieftain, has something happened?"

*Huuuuuu…* Yan Jiao let out a long breath, put aside his personal emotions, and asked in a solemn voice, "Shaman, the Tribe doesn’t have enough containers to boil water. Do you have any solutions?"

"For now, use wooden barrels as a substitute," Su Bai had already thought about this problem.

"Ah? Wooden barrels?" Everyone present was stunned.

"But, but… wooden barrels can’t be used to boil water over fire," Yan Jiao said with a pained expression, looking as if he was saying ‘Shaman, please don’t joke around’.

"We’re not putting the wooden barrels directly over the fire," Su Bai patted his forehead, blaming himself for not explaining clearly.

He explained gently, "Heat rocks in fire, then put them into the wooden barrels filled with water. That will boil the water."

"That works too?" Yan Hua found this to be extremely suprising.

"Can it kill the tiny creatures?" Mai Mang asked in a low voice.

"Of course it can," Su Bai said confidently.

This method couldn’t be used for long though, It was just a temporary substitute for boiling water. When he had the time, he would try to move on to making pottery. That way, they could promote methods of cooking like stewing meat and making soup, instead of just monotonously roasting meat.

"That’s great, I’ll go tell everyone right away," Yan Jiao said hurriedly.