I am a Primitive Man

The people of the Fire Tribe stayed in the Green Sparrow Tribe for ten days.

During these ten days, Bai Xue taught the few "weavers" from the Fire Tribe hands-on.

Han Cheng seized the opportunity to learn how to grow hemp, convincing several male primitives from the Fire Tribe to help clear a few fields for the Green Sparrow Tribe for free.

Seeing the expressions of benefit and enlightenment on Huo Song and the others, Han Cheng couldn't help but chuckle.

This feeling of taking advantage of the primitives was quite delightful.

Han Cheng, the shameless deity, thought to himself this way.

After ten days, Huo Song and his group left on boats and wooden rafts, taking a large amount of goods exchanged from the Green Sparrow Tribe, along with deep admiration and emotion.

Huo Song and the others didn't want to leave at all; the hospitality, warmth, and delicious, plentiful food of this tribe made them reluctant to part.

They all wished they could stay in this tribe longer, even permanently, but unfortunately, they had to return to their tribe to bring back these goods for their people.

Han Cheng and Shaman stood not far from the courtyard, watching the people of the Fire Tribe gradually recede, also filled with reluctance.

What great free labor!

In the ten days the Fire Tribe spent in the Green Sparrow Tribe, they cleared out seven or eight acres and wove over twenty meters of cloth—remarkable results.

Under such circumstances, Han Cheng was hospitable and couldn't bear to let them leave.

The canola flowers had already fallen, and the pods swelled daily like Bai Xue's belly.

However, the speed at which the canola pods swelled was much faster than Bai Xue's.

It didn't take long before they started to fill out.

As the canola was nearing harvest, the returning Shang and Mao finally arrived at the tribe with the trade caravan and a heavy haul.

The haul was substantial, not to mention the various stones; the four large granite blocks alone were enough to be described as "heavy."

Shang and Mao, lured by Han Cheng's delicious food, had just reached the tribe's entrance when they immediately took the beast-skin bags off their shoulders.

They untied the opening, pulled them open, and excitedly showed Han Cheng their haul.

As expected, the bags they carried were filled with soybeans.

With these soybeans, and after some time, they could plant a field of beans.

Plus, once the beans matured in the autumn, they could continue to exchange them for more from that tribe. In just a few years, the tribe's bean supply would flourish.

At that time, they could freely enjoy tofu.

Thinking about eating tofu brought a smile to Han Cheng's face, and the standing Shaman also grinned widely, showing her crooked teeth in an unrefined manner.

Yes, tofu is a great food, and everyone loves it.

Every time the trade caravan returned, it was an exciting occasion for Han Cheng.

Because until he saw what they had brought back, he would never know what kind of surprises were hidden inside.

Well, it seemed that he still wouldn't know what surprises were contained even after seeing it.

Looking at the numerous unfamiliar seeds, Han Cheng deeply regretted his ignorance.

How nice it would have been if he had been someone who studied plants beforehand! That way, he wouldn't have to struggle so much now.

Of course, it was futile to think this way; all Han Cheng could do was, as before, scatter these indistinguishable seeds into the specially reserved field and wait for them to sprout, blossom, and bear fruit.

There were still plenty of stones, both large and small, some with unique shapes and looking quite beautiful. However, Han Cheng regretted that he still hadn't discovered any trace of metal ore.

There were indeed two young creatures, but before they could return to the tribe, they had died.

Following the principle of not wasting food, Shang and Mao fed them to the others.

By the time they returned to the tribe, only two slightly dried and hard skins remained.

However, these two skins were small and could not have come from large animals like cows or donkeys. It was just food; they had eaten what they could.

As Han Cheng’s gaze shifted from these items to the pile of beans, his mood instantly lifted because he had no significant gains to show.

He didn't let the others handle the beans; Han Cheng, Shaman, and others who understood the value of beans cleaned them out.

Shang and Mao's effort to bring back all the soybeans from the Huang Guo Tribe was remarkable, as evidenced by the two-and-a-half jars of soybeans.

A total of thirty-four pounds of soybeans made Han Cheng beam with joy.

In addition to the little over five pounds they brought back last time, the Green Sparrow Tribe's soybean stockpile now reached nearly forty pounds.

With more soybeans, the craving that Han Cheng had suppressed started to resurface.

"How about we eat some?"

Han Cheng swallowed hard and tentatively asked the few Green Sparrow Tribe leaders, staring at the soybeans with somewhat dazed expressions.

Several people perked up the moment his words left his mouth, their eyes instantly brightening.

They had been waiting for this line for quite some time.

"Is that... okay?"

Shaman, unable to tear her gaze away from the beans, hesitated.

You’ve already drooled all over the ground, and you’re still asking if it’s okay.

Sure enough, the more intelligent a person was, the more hypocritical they became.

Han Cheng silently criticized Shaman in his heart, then casually brushed his hand across the corner of his mouth and said, “It should... be fine. Tofu is soft and easy to chew. Shaman, your teeth aren’t great; tofu is perfect for you…”

Yep, the smarter people were really hypocritical. He clearly wanted to eat it himself but was trying to blame Shaman.

After hearing Han Cheng’s words, Shaman quickly nodded vigorously, deliberately showing her crooked teeth to prove that her teeth were indeed not good while feeling a warm glow inside.

After clarifying his position, a somewhat clearer-headed Shaman suddenly felt something off.

But she couldn’t quite pinpoint what was wrong.

The deity was not wrong; her teeth weren’t good, and soft, tender tofu suited her.

That made sense.

After reviewing the situation, Shaman reassured herself and quickly pushed her doubts aside, continuing to gaze eagerly at the soybeans.

Han Cheng immediately felt justified in thinking about a Shaman and taking care of the elderly with poor teeth.

No, this wasn’t just him being greedy; it was mainly about caring for Shaman, the elderly.

Of course, while caring for her, it wouldn’t hurt to have some himself; he deserved a little reward for his hard work.

Thus, after a group of food lovers gathered together, making tofu was quickly put on the agenda.

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