I am a Primitive Man

“Crack, crack…”

A crisp sound echoed at the entrance of the Flying Snake tribe's cave, and many of the Flying Snake tribe members bound hand and foot, displayed expressions of pain and shock.

The precious pottery they had cherished like treasures, for which they had undertaken a long journey to attack other tribes to obtain, was being smashed like this?

Such valuable items, and was that tribe willing to destroy them?

Were the people of that tribe fools?

The Eldest Senior Brother looked at the shattered pieces of pottery scattered on the ground, nodded slightly, and showed no signs of regret.

Pottery was no longer a rare item in their tribe, and as the black child’s pottery-making skills grew more refined, their tribe's pottery became increasingly exquisite.

The best items remained in the tribe for use, while the inferior ones were traded; this was the principle upheld by the Green Sparrow tribe.

The pottery obtained by the Flying Snake tribe after attacking two tribes was considered a treasure, but the Eldest Senior Brother and his companions, coming from a family of prominent potters, naturally looked down on it.

Since pottery was relatively heavy and inconvenient to carry, and their tribe had no real need for such utensils, the Eldest Senior Brother didn’t want to leave them behind, leading to this scene where the Flying Snake tribe’s people were labeled fools.

“Let’s go!”

The hand drill for starting a fire spun quickly, and wisps of smoke began to rise thicker and thicker as the soft tinder ignited, with small flames dancing.

The little flames spread to the dry grass and leaves, igniting the dry firewood.

By the time the towering column of smoke disappeared, the entrance of the Flying Snake tribe's cave had turned into a sea of raging flames.

Some of the captives from the Flying Snake tribe, seeing the entrance engulfed in flames, turned pale, their hearts filled with extreme fear, feeling as if they had lost something completely.

The Eldest Senior Brother took one last look at the numerous corpses being consumed by the flames, shouted, and led his group away from that evil tribe.

The herd of deer and the group of people traveled together, both deer and people carrying food.

All the food stored by the Flying Snake tribe had been thoroughly looted by the Eldest Senior Brother and his group, not leaving even half a fruit behind.

For the pottery, the Eldest Senior Brother felt no pressure to smash it, but he was unwilling to let go of any of the food.

Wasting food would never happen among primitive people.

As dusk gradually fell, the advancing group stopped in an open area. When the people of the Green Sparrow tribe began to take cooking utensils from the skin bags on the deer to prepare meals, the captives from the Flying Snake tribe, who had thought the Green Sparrow tribe was foolish and extravagant, finally realized that the true fools were them.

This tribe had a greater quantity of finer quality pottery and naturally looked down on the pottery of their tribe.

The pottery they regarded as treasures couldn’t compare to what this tribe possessed.

After the people from this tribe ate food made with precious pottery in batches, some began to carry skin bags filled with fruit and distribute them one by one.

Looking at the fruits they were given, which were more than what they usually ate in their tribe, the anxious captives from the Flying Snake tribe finally started to believe the words of a person from their tribe named Tu Mao.

After coming to this powerful tribe, they might be better off than in the Flying Snake tribe…

“They’re back! They’re back!”

The keen-eyed Ping Zi spotted people from afar appearing in the western woods.

Although he couldn’t see their faces clearly, he knew who they were just by looking at the deer mixed in the crowd.

He excitedly shouted from the wall, announcing this joyful news to everyone in the tribe.

During this time, those who remained in the tribe eagerly awaited the return of the expedition team.

Ping Zi's shouting was like a massive stone thrown onto the surface of a quiet lake; the relatively quiet Green Sparrow tribe quickly boiled over.

People rushed out from the walls, with some already unable to wait, running westward to welcome the returning tribespeople.

Han Cheng, who received the news, also climbed up the wall in excitement, looking at the winding and increasingly closer group, which had grown much larger than before.

However, this excitement was soon replaced by a sense of foreboding; he worried whether there had been any casualties.

Death in battle is inevitable; he understood this principle, yet he still couldn't shake off the feeling in his heart.

At the same time, he secretly hoped that no one would die, even though he knew that this was likely unattainable.

The shaman also emerged from the room, standing at the doorway and watching the approaching group, a smile spreading across his old face like a blooming chrysanthemum.

As the procession walked onto the stone path in the fields, Han Cheng climbed from the wall and stood with the shaman, waiting for the returning expedition team.

“Clap, clap, clap…”

Han Cheng took the lead in clapping, and the other Green Sparrow tribe members, who were filled with joy at the expedition's victorious return carrying so much food and captives, also found a way to express their excitement.

They mimicked the Divine Child, clapping their hands loudly, and thunderous applause erupted.

Even the slaves who had lived in the Green Sparrow tribe for a while shared this joy.

Although the expedition was against their former tribe.

The returning warriors, weary from their journey, were invigorated by such an unprecedented and grand welcome ceremony. Their spirits lifted, and their faces radiant.

They felt immense honor.

“Were there any casualties?”

Han Cheng approached the Eldest Senior Brother and several others, shook their hands individually, and mustered his courage to ask this heavy question.

The shaman and others who heard the question fell silent, nervously glancing at the Eldest Senior Brother and the others.

The Eldest Senior Brother smiled and replied, “No one died!”

Han Cheng’s heart, which had been in suspense, instantly relaxed, and he felt joy over him.

The crowd returned to the courtyard, where they settled the captives and prepared for a welcoming banquet… various tasks proceeded briskly and joyfully.

Some minors followed the returning adults, chirping like sparrows and incessantly asking about the expedition, eager to learn how they had defeated the evil tribe.

Filled with curiosity and yearning, they wanted to grow up quickly and bring back many things for the tribe.

In the conference room of the large brick house, Han Cheng also asked the Eldest Senior Brother similar questions.

He wanted to know the ins and outs of this expedition.

“Could my protagonist’s halo have covered the entire tribe?”

After listening to the Eldest Senior Brother detail the events of the expedition, Han Cheng muttered to himself softly.

Such incidents of internal strife among primitive people could occur, and the timing was just right; he couldn’t help but think in that direction.

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