I am a Primitive Man

Today’s great battle left the members of the Green Sparrow Tribe extremely busy.

During the pursuit of the enemy, they had been highly energized and didn’t feel particularly tired. Now, with their guard down, fatigue washed over them like a tide.

After forcing themselves to clean the battlefield outside, everyone returned to the courtyard and securely shut the gates.

Food was already being cooked inside the cave, which served as a dining area. After such a fierce battle, the group urgently needed sustenance.

As the aroma of the food filled the air, many realized it was already afternoon.

Remembering they hadn’t eaten, their stomachs rumbled with hunger.

They quickly washed their hands and faces, eagerly awaiting the divine leader's announcement that it was time to eat.

The meal was incredibly sumptuous; the rhinoceros sent by the Flying Snake Tribe was the best ingredient.

Without much fuss, the meat was cut into large chunks and boiled in a big pot. Then, generous portions were served, with a bowl of soup and a bowl of golden millet rice for each person.

For Han Cheng, the meal wasn’t quite as appetizing. Having just experienced a bloody battle and seen too much carnage, he found it hard to eat the meat now.

He tore the untouched meat in his bowl into four portions, giving one piece to his sister, Bai Xue, and the other three to three younger ones savoring their food. He soaked his millet rice in the meat broth.

“Brother Cheng, you should eat.”

Bai Xue looked at her brother with concern, not understanding why he wasn’t eating such good meat.

Seeing the meat she picked for him, Han Cheng hurriedly shoved two bites of millet rice into his mouth and shook his head.

Despite the fear, the members of the Flying Snake Tribe were irresistibly drawn to the delicious aroma of the food, their mouths watering uncontrollably as they secretly watched the Green Sparrow Tribe feast.

As they admired the scene, they were also profoundly shocked.

It wasn’t just that individuals in this tribe could use two precious pottery vessels at meals; the greater shock was that everyone could have ample food!

They saw that even the old primitive man tending the fire had such food.

After she finished eating, someone even asked if she wanted more.

Could there truly be a wealthy tribe where everyone could eat their fill?

Before this, the members of the Flying Snake Tribe didn’t believe it, as their tribe was already extremely powerful. Yet, only the shaman and leaders could eat enough every day; for the rest, having enough to eat daily was impossible.

Especially for the weaker individuals, hunger was a common occurrence.

Yet, something unimaginable was happening right before their eyes.

In their tribe, who among them would not savor every morsel of food after obtaining it, unwilling to pass up any opportunity to eat more? This was especially true for those who were not strong and found it hard to secure food.

However, the least robust individuals in this tribe were shaking their heads, indicating they didn’t want any more of the bountiful food.

This…

This was even more shocking than witnessing this tribe possess numerous precious pottery items and other valuable things they had never seen before.

This was food!

As Han Cheng continued to eat his millet rice, he monitored the reactions of the Flying Snake Tribe members.

Seeing their reactions made him unable to suppress a smile; indeed, in this era, nothing could have such an impact or inspire longing more than ample, delicious food…

The captives from the Flying Snake Tribe were settled in the pigsty.

Since the pigsty in the tribe was divided into individual rooms and there weren’t too many wild boars, it wasn’t an issue for them to stay there.

The captives had no complaints about this arrangement.

They had come to attack the tribe and had been captured, so being killed would have been justifiable.

Having a place to stay was already beyond their expectations.

With a crooked leg, one tall man carefully held a ceramic bowl, cautiously sipping a mouthful of hot soup. The exquisite flavor flooded his mouth like never before.

Ravenously hungry, he didn’t care that the soup was hot and quickly drank it all. To his surprise, he discovered some bits of meat at the bottom of the bowl!

He cherished it immensely, putting it in his mouth and chewing vigorously, feeling dizzy from the deliciousness.

Holding the empty bowl, he glanced around and saw others rapidly drinking their soup.

The tall man shook his head, thinking all of this felt unreal.

Their dream before arriving—eating salted food from precious pottery—was unexpectedly realized in this manner.

Moreover, it seemed better than they had imagined.

He heard from Tu Mao that they would become slaves and work for this tribe.

As long as they were obedient, the people of this tribe wouldn’t kill them and would provide them with food.

The tall man didn’t know what being a slave meant, but to him, as long as this tribe could provide such food every day—even if it was only every few days—he would happily live here and work diligently.

Even if it were more dangerous than leading a unicorn with grass in front, he would willingly accept it.

While in a daze, a large soup spoon appeared before him, filled with steaming soup and a bone covered in meat.

The tall man was taken aback, looking at the ladle, then at the scowling person holding it.

The scowling man didn’t give him time to daze off; he impatiently muttered something incomprehensible to the tall man and shook the ladle filled with soup. The tall man instinctively leveled his bowl, and the delicious soup flowed into it.

Before he could gather his thoughts, the scowling man had already retracted the ladle and continued to serve food to others.

The tall man stared at the soup in his bowl, especially at the meat-covered bone, feeling completely stunned.

He thought just one bowl of such food was incredibly rare, yet he hadn’t expected the tribe to give him two bowls directly!

His fear had completely dissipated. Not long ago, he was contemplating whether to find an opportunity to return to his original tribe, but now he had entirely abandoned that thought…

Han Cheng stood at the entrance, watching from a distance. It was he who had arranged for these captives to have such soup.

The Green Sparrow Tribe members ate meat while allowing the slaves to drink soup, which didn’t provoke any dissatisfaction among the crowd.

Moreover, it was also a good method to appease the slaves.

With slaves, it wasn’t sufficient to rely on intimidation; appropriate soft measures also needed to be implemented.

Simply relying on pressure wasn’t a brilliant idea; they could be firmly controlled under the dual approach of reward and intimidation.