I am a Primitive Man-Chapter 785: Bragging Feels Good for a Moment, Feels Even Better When You Keep Bragging

I am a Primitive Man-Chapter 785: Bragging Feels Good for a Moment, Feels Even Better When You Keep Bragging

Chapter 785: Bragging Feels Good for a Moment, Feels Even Better When You Keep Bragging
Third Senior Brother sat on the earthen kang (a raised, heated bed), leaning against the wall beside him, gazing through the window at the dimly visible houses across, blurred under the hazy moonlight.
Those few people who appeared around the tribe today, acting somewhat suspiciously, were locked up in that house.
Third Senior Brother hadn’t fallen asleep yet—this was because of those few who had suddenly appeared and were captured by him and his people without exception.
On one hand, he wanted to watch over them to prevent any escape, although those few had already been bound hand and foot, and others were assigned to keep an eye on them.
On the other hand, he was pondering how to handle these people.
Since most tribes lived independently and rarely interacted daily, there was little communication between them.
Moreover, these people came from farther away than the original living area of the Green Sparrow Tribe, so the language barrier was even worse; Third Senior Brother couldn’t understand a word of their guttural speech.
Fortunately, just after the new year, during the “rotation of guards” at the Copper Mountain residential area, two people who had “retired” from the trading team also came to live there.
Although their translation skills couldn’t compare to Mao, the talented trader-translator, they had spent so much time accompanying the team and interacting with outside tribes that they picked up enough to conduct simple inquiries.
After some rather difficult questioning through these two former trade team members, Third Senior Brother roughly obtained the following information—
These people were not targeting their tribe. It seemed their purpose was to check whether the Flying Snake Tribe still existed.
Their tribe’s former living place was apparently not too far from here.
As for more details, they were unknown.
But from this limited information, Third Senior Brother was able to discern one thing: these people and the tribe behind them were not hostile toward his own tribe.
However, precisely because of this, Third Senior Brother was hesitant, unsure what to do.
If these people harbored hostility, the solution would be more straightforward—enslave them to the tribe.
He could even use them to bring the rest of their tribe over and capture them as well, adding more slaves to their tribe.
Unfortunately, they were not hostile, which caused Third Senior Brother quite a headache.
Deep down, he really wanted to turn them into slaves, because that would bring more workers to the Copper Mountain residential area.
Whether for the production of copper and tin ingots or for land excavation around the tribe, it would significantly speed up the process.
But if he did that, how was his tribe any different from the evil tribes?
The Third Senior Brother fell into a deep inner conflict.
He thought, “If only I were in a large tribe.”
Because in a large tribe, there would be the wise Divine Child, the shaman, and the chief—such troubling decisions wouldn’t fall on him. They would decide, and he would carry out the orders.
But now, with the Divine Child, shaman, and chief all away, he was the highest authority here, so these burdens all fell on his head.
In the past, Third Senior Brother had thought how wonderful life must be for the Divine Child and shaman, but now he realized that such brain-wracking matters were equally distressing!
After sitting and pondering for a long time, Third Senior Brother finally made a decision…
The night was quiet; the dim moonlight was accompanied by insects chirping near and far, deepening the cold and silence of the night.
Inside the room opposite Third Senior Brother, the few people tied up, anxious and restless, finally succumbed to sleep one by one.
Even the old primitive man who had been shot in the leg with an arrow eventually fell asleep…
Creak~
Time quietly passed in sleep, and when eyes opened again, the night had silently faded, and light once more filled the world.
Sunlight leaked through the shuttered window, divided by the slats into strips.
The just-arrived morning inherited the night’s tranquility yet also led toward the day’s inevitable hustle, blending calm and bustle perfectly.
It was the kind of moment where a little more noise would be too much, but a little less would be too quiet—just right.
At this time, the firmly locked door was pushed open from outside, accompanied by a creak as someone entered.
The sleepers in the room woke up startled, looking at the newcomer with brief confusion, but soon their calm hearts filled with fear and unease.
The bound captives struggled to sit up, shrinking back fearfully, eyes fixed on the person entering.
They remembered clearly that it was this very person who had brought people yesterday to capture each of them one by one.
And now, he had come again…
Thinking of the terrifying brutality of the Flying Snake Tribe and the stories circulating among tribes about them, these people felt even more anxious.
It was now morning, time to eat.
This person’s coming made them naturally think of being eaten.
Especially the old primitive man with an arrow in his leg, who was terrified beyond measure.
While the others only heard of Flying Snake’s cruelty, he had actually witnessed how they killed and ate people.
After being captured yesterday, he and five others firmly believed the captors were members of that evil Flying Snake Tribe!
Given that the tribe survived near the former Flying Snake Tribe’s cave and is so powerful, it’s unlikely that any other tribe, except the strong and evil Flying Snake, could be here.
While the old primitive man and others were filled with terror, the fierce-looking man who had caught them yesterday suddenly smiled silently at them.
This only added to their fear.
Because the smile appeared downright terrifying to them.
However, Third Senior Brother, who displayed this “demonic smile,” was unaware of their feelings. At this moment, he was still somewhat pleased with his own friendly smile.
As he smiled, he recalled the shaman spreading grass in the rabbit pen with a kindly, benevolent expression.
This made him think his smile had gained a little of the shaman’s kindness.
After smiling, a few more people came in from outside, including the two former trade team members who had questioned them yesterday.
Seeing this, the old primitive man and the others became even more terrified.
This was definitely the kind of situation where they were about to be dragged out and eaten!
Under the Third Senior Brother’s signal, the two former trade team members began to convey the goodwill of the Green Sparrow Tribe to them.
Unfortunately, the old primitive man and the others were too scared to pay attention to what the two were gesturing about.
Plus, since these two weren’t as skilled as the talented translator Mao, their combination of gestures and jumps broke out a sweat but achieved little.
Seeing these few huddled together, trembling uncontrollably, Third Senior Brother immediately lost the will to have the two trade team members continue trying to convey goodwill.
Feeling frustrated, he called the others over, bent down to grab one person’s arm, and roughly dragged him outside.
The others all joined in, some pulling, some lifting, and together they moved the terrified, screaming group out of the room, following Third Senior Brother’s steps until they reached the kitchen door, where they finally stopped.
It was early morning; inside the kitchen, someone was cooking. Flames leapt, steam rose, and the aroma of food drifted out.
Although the old primitive man and the others didn’t quite understand why the tribe was putting a round stone pillar over the fire to burn it fiercely, they still recognized that food was being prepared.
Seeing this scene and recalling the terrible experiences in the evil Flying Snake Tribe’s cave, the old primitive man felt chills down his spine.
If his legs were intact, he might have risked escaping, but now his leg was injured by a small but extremely sharp stick, making it impossible to run fast…
After dumping the group here, Third Senior Brother ordered some armed guards to watch them but gave no further instructions, quietly waiting for the food in the kitchen to get half-cooked.
Soon, someone began scooping the cooked food from a clay pot into bowls.
The morning meal was simple—boiled porridge made by cooking chopped wild vegetables, some crushed dried salted fish, and thoroughly washed millet together.
Bowls of porridge were carried to the open space outside the kitchen, along with two wicker baskets full of utensils.
This was the usual dining area for the people of the Copper Mountain residential area.
On clear days, they ate outside; on bad weather days, they would take the food back to their rooms and eat on the kang bed or eat directly in the rather cramped dining hall.
Seeing the food ready, Third Senior Brother struck the clapper hanging at his waist.
The scattered people working around the courtyard heard the clapper and quickly gathered around, then Third Senior Brother personally served rice to everyone.
Serving food was a vital task, especially in times when food was scarce.
Encountering a food server who flung the serving spoon around like a master could make people so angry they’d slap their bowls onto his head.
Third Senior Brother, of course, was fair—he served each bowl evenly.
After being served, everyone started eating noisily without bothering to watch the six bound captives anymore.
Watching this scene, even though still terrified, the old primitive man couldn’t help but feel a bit confused.
These people had already started eating, so it seemed they were not going to eat them.
But if they weren’t going to eat them, why bring them here?
Still, their food smelled delicious…
The old primitive man’s fear mixed with puzzlement continued for a while, then grew into even more profound suspicion.
Because to him, these people should be utterly brutal and vicious, yet after eating, they used some strange but exquisitely made stone implements to serve food—each captive got one.
He clearly saw the order came from the man who had injured his leg with the strange weapon.
Was this food for them to eat?
They weren’t going to eat them, but actually gave them food?
The old primitive man’s suspicion was immediately confirmed.
After serving the food, Third Senior Brother ordered the ropes on their hands to be loosened so they could eat.
Looking at their freed hands, then at the empty bowls before them, and the smiling, seemingly evil leader standing there watching, the old primitive man hesitated, pointed to the bowl, then to his mouth.
Seeing Third Senior Brother nod, he hesitated a moment longer, then lifted the bowl.
Firstly, he was truly hungry; secondly, the strange food smelled so fragrant that he couldn’t resist.
The old primitive man cautiously took a bite.
The moment the food touched his tongue, his eyes lit up with disbelief.
After that first bite, he began eating much faster.
As for his fear, it was completely pushed aside by this new sensory delight.
The others reacted similarly, each munching on their bowls.
Especially the somewhat thin female primitive, who ate even faster—before long, she had finished a bowl bigger than the one she carried with her.
After finishing, she greedily licked the rice off the bowl’s edge, glanced at Third Senior Brother with a mix of fear and hope, then quickly averted her eyes.
Then she glanced again, then looked away.
Having lived in the tribe long enough, Han Cheng had influenced Third Senior Brother in many ways—for example, he could no longer stand watching these people lick their bowls.
He immediately walked over and took the empty bowl from the female primitive’s hands.
Just as she thought she might be punished, she was surprised to see the seemingly evil leader from yesterday serve her another bowl of that delicious food, motioning for her to continue eating.
At the same time, he held two short wooden sticks, mimicking the action of scooping food into the mouth.
The female primitive had recently seen these sticks—everyone in this tribe used them when eating.
She initially didn’t want to use these sticks because they made eating very uncomfortable.
But now she had no choice—if she didn’t follow the leader’s instructions, she feared not only losing the chance to taste this delicious food but also her life.
The old primitive man and the others all received second bowls and continued eating noisily.
In the morning, Third Senior Brother had specially instructed the cooks to prepare extra food to ensure these few could eat enough, so there was no need to worry about their portions now.
After much consideration yesterday, Third Senior Brother felt it best to continue the tribe’s usual approach to outsiders.
Once this decision was made, subsequent actions became easier.
Having lived here so long, he had seen the Divine Child use similar methods toward other tribes.
Today’s meal was a careful imitation of the Divine Child’s prior approach.
Judging from their reactions now, it was pretty effective.
Sure enough, there’s nothing a bowl of rice can’t solve—if one isn’t enough, then have two bowls.
After eating three bowls of rice in a row—so full he kept burping—the old primitive man still insisted on finishing all the vegetable leaves stuck to the chopsticks and the edges of the bowl before reluctantly putting the empty bowl down.
After three bowls of food, when the old primitive man looked again at Third Senior Brother’s smiling face, he no longer saw anything evil in that smile.
On the contrary, he felt there was a certain peacefulness in it.
Having eaten three bowls, the old primitive man no longer believed these people would kill and eat him.
If they had intended to kill and eat them, they wouldn’t have given them so much food, especially such delicious food.
With food in his stomach, his mind no longer panicked like before; it gradually calmed down. The old primitive man looked at the smiling, kindly Third Senior Brother, then around at the scene, and slowly began to have other thoughts.
He thought that this tribe before him might not be the evil Flying Snake Tribe, because the Flying Snake Tribe wouldn’t treat those they caught so kindly.
Moreover, the evil and powerful Flying Snake Tribe had many people, and while the tribe before him was not small, it was still not as large as the Flying Snake Tribe.
Besides this, the way they prepared food, the novel utensils they used, and the strange cave were things he had never seen before.
Back in the evil Flying Snake Tribe, he had never seen anything like this…
When a person is overly anxious, it’s easy to get stuck imagining the worst-case scenario and ignore the surrounding details.
Once relaxed, one begins to notice all the inconsistencies.
That was precisely the case for the old primitive man now.
Third Senior Brother had been watching their reactions all along, and seeing this, he again called the two former trade team members to try communicating once more.
With food in his stomach, less anxious, and suspecting that the Green Sparrow Tribe was not the Flying Snake Tribe, the old primitive man’s communication this time went much more smoothly.
He carefully observed the two men’s gestures, trying to understand their meaning. Once he grasped it, he would babble and gesture with his hands to express himself as best he could.
Their mutual communication proceeded slowly and with difficulty.
Yet the more they talked, the more pleasantly surprised the old primitive man became; he couldn’t stop and eagerly wanted to know more.
About this tribe before him, about the vanished Flying Snake Tribe…
After a long time, the old primitive man sat on the ground, mouth wide open, staring blankly at Third Senior Brother and the others from the Green Sparrow Tribe’s Copper Mountain division.
Not only he, but those who learned from him also wore equally stunned expressions!
The fierce and evil Flying Snake Tribe hadn’t moved away from here, but had been wiped out by the tribe before them?!
That was the fierce and evil Flying Snake Tribe!
The tribe that had destroyed many others, forcing them to leave their long-inhabited lands and live in unfamiliar places!
How could these people have destroyed that tribe?
The old primitive man continued to stare blankly at Third Senior Brother and the others.
Third Senior Brother and the others, seeing these people dumbstruck by such shocking news, all wore the kind of modest smiles the Divine Child had once mentioned—and felt immensely pleased inside.
Although the defeat and destruction of the Flying Snake Tribe happened long ago, it was undeniably the work of the Green Sparrow Tribe.
Seeing others so astonished made Third Senior Brother and his companions feel even better than when they first defeated the Flying Snake Tribe.
Moreover, it was easy to imagine this pleasure wouldn’t be a one-time thing.
In the future, whenever they encountered people like the old primitive man, their joy would continue again and again.
Yes, this was the legendary “Brag once for fun, brag forever for joy”—something you could brag about your whole life and be happy about all your life.
With a humble yet polite smile on his face, Third Senior Brother looked at the stunned people before him and, after some thought, decided not to tell those two former trade team members about how last winter the Divine Child had led the Green Sparrow alliance army to defeat the similarly strong Semi-farming Tribe decisively.
He worried that if these people fully understood, they might be so surprised that they’d never recover.
After all, he was still waiting for these people to return and spread the news of his tribe’s strength, broadcasting the powerful yet kind name of the Green Sparrow Tribe far and wide so more would know.
This was the action Third Senior Brother took after carefully considering the methods Han Cheng had used with non-hostile tribes, and the effect he hoped to achieve.
If they could establish this tribe and others like it, and if the surrounding tribes were to encounter large, hostile tribes, they could then gather even more people to join!

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Chapter 785: Bragging Feels Good for a Moment, Feels Even Better When You Keep Bragging