I am a Primitive Man-Chapter 786: Friends from External Tribes Who Cant Escape

I am a Primitive Man-Chapter 786: Friends from External Tribes Who Cant Escape

Chapter 786: Friends from External Tribes Who Can’t Escape
Within the Green Sparrow Tribe, no one felt a lack of respect and admiration for Han Cheng, the so-called False Divine Child.
Once a person develops extreme respect and admiration for someone, they naturally become very attentive to that person’s matters and involuntarily start to imitate their behavior.
As one of the earliest members of the Green Sparrow Tribe, Third Senior Brother naturally respected and admired Han Cheng, and thus he would imitate some of Han Cheng’s behaviors.
For example, in how he handled the matter of the old primitive man and the others who had accidentally stumbled into the tribe, his style was deeply influenced by Han Cheng.
After these people had eaten and understood that the Green Sparrow Tribe was not the Flying Snake Tribe, but rather the righteous tribe that had wiped out the evil Flying Snake Tribe, Third Senior Brother had the ropes tied around their legs undone.
The reason for only undoing the ropes now was to prevent them from secretly running away earlier.
Now that everything had been explained, there was no longer any worry about that.
Moreover, among these people, the old primitive man’s leg had been injured by an arrow shot by Third Senior Brother.
He treated the wound with the willow branch water method that the Divine Child had taught and wrapped it in hemp cloth. Although it did not become inflamed, the old man’s leg was unable to recover quickly and function well.
Because of this, Third Senior Brother was even less worried that these people would leave without notice.
After carefully recalling the Divine Child’s instructions about things that must not be known by external tribes and having those things hidden, Third Senior Brother began a multi-day tour of the Green Sparrow Tribe’s Copper Mountain branch with these people.
During this journey, the old primitive man and the others were continuously shocked.
Food that tasted especially delicious as if sprinkled with snowflakes, obedient deer, wolves that would bring caught prey back to the tribe, an abundance of surprisingly rich food, and soft pelts that felt exceptionally comfortable wrapped around them…
Everything they saw was a source of astonishment.
What kind of tribe was this?!
At first, the old primitive man and the others were primarily amazed by the fact that the Green Sparrow Tribe had defeated the evil and powerful Flying Snake Tribe.
But later, they were amazed in every aspect of daily life.
They found this seemingly strange, mysterious tribe refreshing and novel in all respects.
The longer the time passed, the stronger their envy grew, eventually giving rise to the desire to stay here forever and never leave…
They should return now; they had been out long enough. If they didn’t go back, their leader and tribe members would start to worry.
If delayed any longer, the leader might decide—as previously discussed—to take the tribe’s limited reserves and relocate from their current home.
This was the fourth time the old primitive man told himself this, but the delicious food had stopped him each time before.
This time, he had made up his mind to leave no matter what!
He conveyed this intention to the others in the tribe, then took the wooden stick he used as a cane, dragged his somewhat lame leg, and stood up from the wooden stump, intending to talk to Third Senior Brother about this.
The Third Senior Brother was squatting on the ground, a large clay basin in front of him, half-filled with small fish.
He was continuously rubbing his hands inside, scaling the fish.
Not far away, a tribe woman was preparing a clay jar filled with semi-solid fat.
They were getting ready to fry fish.
Once the oil was hot, the salted and prepared small fish would be placed in the oil to fry until golden and crispy.
Biting into the fish, even the bones would be crunchy, producing an unforgettable flavor.
The Third Senior Brother had eaten such fried small fish twice back in the big tribe; both times, the Divine Child himself had prepared it.
After eating it, Third Senior Brother wished he could swallow his tongue along with the food.
But the Divine Child, after eating several, sighed regretfully that there was no flour, and it wasn’t quite right.
If only there were flour to coat the fish before frying, it would be even better.
This made Third Senior Brother and the others, who couldn’t stop eating the fried fish, freeze in place.
They already thought it was incredibly delicious, and yet the Divine Child said there was a way to make it even better—how could that not astonish them?
While chewing on the fried small fish, Third Senior Brother fantasized intensely about what kind of magical thing wheat must be to produce flour, and about how incredible flour-coated fried small fish would taste.
The lame old primitive man walked over to Third Senior Brother, saw what he and the others were busy doing, and the firm farewell words he had been about to say circled three times in his mouth before changing.
Though Third Senior Brother couldn’t understand the change…
“#￥%…”
The old primitive man asked, pointing at the small fish that Third Senior Brother and others were preparing.
As he spoke, he couldn’t help but swallow his saliva—this was a habit he had developed after staying with the Green Sparrow Tribe for a while.
The food here was just too delicious, making him drool uncontrollably.
“These are small fish, soon to be fried fish,” Third Senior Brother squatted and replied in Mandarin.
This wasn’t because he understood the old man’s words, but because he understood the old man’s gestures.
This was the advantage of body language.
The Third Senior Brother understood the thoughts of these few people very thoroughly.
Actually, there was no need to understand them so deeply; as long as delicious food—a powerful tool—was present, it could easily captivate their hearts.
After all, even people like Third Senior Brother, who had significantly improved their living standards in recent years, found it hard to resist the food prepared these past few days, let alone the old primitive men who had always lived in hardship and never even tasted salt…
“Tomorrow, tomorrow we must leave!”
The old primitive man, who had eaten more than ten crispy fried small fish in a row, lay on the soft kang (heated bed) in the Copper Mountain living area, covered with dry grass.
He gazed out at the darkened sky, savoring the delicious taste of the fried fish, and once again deeply regretted and anxiously reaffirmed his firm resolution to leave tomorrow…
At the same time, Third Senior Brother lay on the kang, eyes wide open in thought.
He pondered whether to cook Mapo tofu tomorrow, or maybe honey-roasted meat, or perhaps steamed fish…
Han Cheng was not here and did not know what was happening; if he knew, he would surely think of those two foreign friends who, when studying in Sichuan, vowed to try all Chinese cuisine and still hadn’t left Sichuan after three years…
Third Senior Brother wasn’t idle—there was too much food lying around, making him restless if not consumed.
So he kept recalling the dishes the Divine Child had made and kept experimenting with recipes.
One reason he did this was to imitate the Divine Child’s style to demonstrate the tribe’s strength and abundance.
Another reason was to keep these few people staying in the tribe for a few more days.
He hoped that by letting them stay longer, they would deeply feel the kindness and wealth of the tribe, making them more likely to return.
And gradually develop relationships with the tribe similar to those around the large tribe.
In this, Third Senior Brother fully exercised his wits.
Not to mention other things, just from the way he prepared the food alone, his craftiness was evident.
Whenever he made delicious main dishes, from start to finish, he would intentionally or unintentionally wander in front of the group.
And he timed it perfectly: every day preparation started early in the morning, constantly teasing the appetites of the old primitive man and others, but the food would only be fully prepared at dusk, just as the sun was setting.
By the time they finished eating, it would be completely dark.
Once it was dark, naturally, there was no way to continue traveling…
Three days later, still limping when walking, the old primitive man no longer dared to stay in the Green Sparrow Tribe.
At first light, he woke the others and, with reluctant gestures and words, bid farewell to Third Senior Brother.
They even skipped breakfast in the Copper Mountain living area to leave earlier.
He dared not stay any longer, fearing that if he lingered, Third Senior Brother’s preparation of even more delicious food would make them unable to leave again that day.
Seeing the old primitive man’s resolute, almost fearless expression, Third Senior Brother couldn’t help but smile.
But this time, he did not prepare any more delicious food because he thought these people indeed needed to leave.
He nodded in agreement with the old primitive man’s farewell, then turned to pack some things for them to take.
Seeing Third Senior Brother’s actions, the old primitive man’s hair almost stood on end.
Ignoring his injured leg, he leaned on his stick with one hand and pulled another person with the other, trying to rush outside, unwilling to stay a moment longer…
The Third Senior Brother saw their posture and realized they had misunderstood.
He immediately turned back, waving his hands repeatedly, and only after a while did they reluctantly stay.
Being so scared by the incredibly delicious, ever-changing food—this was something the old primitive man never dreamed of, yet it happened clearly today…
About an hour later, led by the limping old primitive man who could no longer run fast like the wind, the group of six—constantly glancing back—stepped out of the main stone-built Copper Mountain living area.
Feeling the many things on his back, recalling the past few days’ experiences, and seeing those strong yet kind people constantly waving at them from the strange cave, the old primitive man felt as if he were dreaming.
Initially, when leading these few tribe members to check if the evil Flying Snake Tribe had left, he had prepared for the worst—being caught and killed by them.
But upon arriving here, everything changed, exceeding all his expectations in goodness.
The evil Flying Snake Tribe had disappeared from here—not by voluntary migration, but utterly destroyed by this tribe.
What surprised him most was that this tribe was not only powerful enough to eliminate the evil Flying Snake Tribe in one blow but also incredibly kind.
When they unintentionally offended the tribe, instead of being killed, they were treated well with food and drink and sent off with many precious gifts.
This… was truly unbelievable and profoundly moving.
“#￥￥%D…!”
Among the group, the female primitive, who had tied her hair into the Green Sparrow Tribe’s distinctive, large hemp braid, turned and shouted to Third Senior Brother and the others standing on the wall.
She meant that she would definitely come back.
Unlike the shallow understanding of the few male primitive men traveling with her about the Green Sparrow Tribe’s combat strength and delicious food, she had a more intuitive and profound understanding and feeling.
Therefore, when leaving, she was even more reluctant.
If it were not for the old primitive man’s insistence, she wouldn’t have prepared to leave at all.
Han the Great Divine Child once said: To win a woman’s heart, one must have good cooking skills to satisfy her taste buds.
At this moment, that saying was truly not false.
After watching for a while, led by the old primitive man, they reluctantly continued forward.
Only after they had walked out of sight of the Copper Mountain living area did they stop themselves from looking back again…
On the walls of the Copper Mountain living area, Third Senior Brother watched their departing direction, smiling.
Judging by their reactions and the salt he had given them, contact was established between them and his tribe, and these people would definitely return.
With their help, perhaps the Copper Mountain living area could develop even bigger.
When the tribe was in trouble, resisting hostile tribes would be more assured.
Standing on the wall, Third Senior Brother looked every bit like Han Cheng…
Back at the main Green Sparrow Tribe, after hearing from the eight people who rushed back from the Copper Mountain living area about the old primitive man and his tribe, Han Cheng’s face showed delight.
This was truly great news for the tribe.
The purpose of establishing a branch at Copper Mountain was primarily to mine copper and tin, but it also aimed to influence the surrounding tribes, with Copper Mountain serving as the central hub.

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Chapter 786: Friends from External Tribes Who Cant Escape