I am a Primitive Man

The deer and Fu Jiang’s encounter in the wilderness did not attract any attention from the crowd.

In the Green Sparrow tribe, everything was proceeding in an orderly manner.

The large brick houses with blue tiles were already leveled, and now it was time to build the side walls and wooden beams.

It's not that Han Cheng and the others didn't care about the deer and Fu Jiang. They didn't know about it.

After all, although the deer and Fu Jiang had mouths, they couldn't speak human language. Hindered by the language communication barrier, they couldn't convey what they encountered in the wilderness to the two-legged creatures protecting them...

Han Cheng sat at the doorstep, holding a tea bowl, feeling the cool breeze blowing in small gusts, and occasionally bringing the bowl to his lips to drink the cool water.

The water was light green, no longer just plain cold water.

Of course, it wasn't because of any additives. The Green Sparrow tribe hadn't found any green beans that matched the turtle's gaze. This light green water was brewed from fresh bamboo leaves.

The bamboo Han Cheng was transplanted from the forest where the untouchable national treasure existed last year, and it survived.

Not only did the first transplantation survive, but the one in autumn also, and now many bamboo shoots have emerged.

The bamboo leaf water cooled off. In the absence of green bean soup, in the morning, some fresh bamboo leaves were picked, cleaned, thrown into a large tub to boil, placed in the shade to cool, covered with a lid, and some clean bowls were placed on clean stones nearby. This kind of water had become a rare cooling tool for the people of the Green Sparrow tribe.

Moreover, fresh bamboo leaves had a unique fragrance compared to dried bamboo leaves.

Han Cheng felt very comfortable now, not only because he still had a long way to go before reaching the wireless air conditioner but also because of the people in the tribe.

The people in the tribe were all familiar faces, naturally not very pleasant to look at, but if there were some other changes, it would be different.

The changes among the people of the Green Sparrow tribe were reflected not on their faces but on their bodies.

Not far from Han Cheng, twins Xiao Mei and Xiao Li, wearing super-short shorts that barely covered their buttocks, were sitting in the shade picking vegetables.

Their upper bodies were bare, and only at specific points did they have two separate clamshell-like garments to cover themselves.

But compared to their surging weapons, this garment seemed too thin.

A regular straight body couldn't cover it completely, let alone when the two bent over to pick vegetables.

How could his mood not be pleasant with such a beautiful sight ahead?

Looking around, it wasn't just Xiao Mei and Xiao Li, but also the other female primitive people in the tribe who were dressed similarly.

As for the male primitive people of the tribe, they were bare-chested, wearing much larger hemp pants than the female primitive people.

Some of the more leisurely ones even wore a pair of flip-flops made of wooden boards and leather straps...

Unfortunately, there were no sunglasses or beach chairs around the tribe, nor were there any large beaches. Otherwise, with a bit of manipulation from Han Cheng, this place would almost become a beach of the future...

The people in the tribe dressed like this not because Han Cheng was too narrow-minded and insisted on experiencing the atmosphere of the future but because they had no choice.

This lack of choice referred to hemp.

Last year, although the tribe harvested several rafts of wild hemp from the oil hemp field, the amount of hemp thread obtained was not much after fermentation.

The raw hemp thread was not abundant, so the resulting fabric was also not plentiful.

Moreover, during the previous mask production, there was another round of consumption, resulting in even less fabric in the tribe.

All these reasons combined have led to the prevailing trend of coolness in the Green Sparrow tribe today.

After all, clothes made this way were the most fabric-saving and matched the style of primitive people who preferred to go shirtless in summer.

Of course, specific thoughts hidden behind these grand principles could also be achieved incidentally.

Since that's the case, why not?

Of course, Xiao Tong's wife, Bai Xue, was not included in this category.

She wore more clothes than anyone else in the tribe.

In addition to the two-piece outfit essential for female primitive people in the tribe, she also wore an extra short-sleeved top that covered all her flesh and shorts longer than those worn by the average female primitive person.

The people in the tribe didn't mind this at all. After all, besides Bai Xue's special relationship with the Divine Child, she had woven the most fabric among them.

In the eyes of the tribe, there was nothing inappropriate about Bai Xue wearing more fabric.

"Brother Cheng..."

A pair of feet-wearing flip-flops appeared before him, followed by shorts and short sleeves.

As Han Cheng's gaze towards the beautiful mountain peak was interrupted, the somewhat aggrieved voice of Xiao Tong's wife sounded.

Han Cheng sniffled. A righteous man finds joy in the mountains, and a wise man finds joy in the waters. As a person of great righteousness and integrity, he tried to appreciate the scenery like those wise ancients, yet the child bride still had complaints...

He raised his head and looked at his child bride, who had grown quite a bit and looked somewhat pitiful. He couldn't help but smile.

This little girl, what's the big deal at her age to be so aggrieved?

Of course, as for her grievances, Bai Xue pouted.

She wore nothing in the room, and Brother Cheng hardly paid attention to her. Now, he was secretly looking at Xiao Mei and Xiao Li, who were dressed...

After Han Cheng kindly advised her and promised to look at her like that in the evening, Bai Xue, who had been aggrieved, finally turned her sorrow into joy and happily ran away.

Han Cheng shook his head helplessly and smiled bitterly. Men...

While Han Cheng was pretending to be melancholy and sighing, a troubled person approached the Green Sparrow tribe.

"￥￥!"

When they were still some distance from the Green Sparrow tribe, the leader of the Green tribe instructed his people to hide their fur in the grass and cover them with some grass.

After doing these things under the puzzled gaze of the tribe members and resting for a while, the leader of the Green tribe, armed with defensive weapons and accompanied by the bewildered tribe members, headed towards the wealthy tribe.

Wasn't the leader supposed to exchange the fur for salt? Why did he hide the fur now?

Faced with the tribe members' questions, the leader of the Green tribe, who had been melancholic for a long time, finally smiled.

The people in the tribe still weren't smart enough!

He mused like this.

Of course, there was a reason for doing this. He wanted to see if he could, as usual, obtain free salt from this tribe.

If not, he would return with the fur.

The leader of the Green tribe, who liked to take advantage of others, always had a talent for such things.

After explaining this to the tribe members, they again admired the leader's wisdom...