I am a Primitive Man-Chapter 805: Could This Be the Aura of a Transcender?
Chapter 805 – Could This Be the Aura of a Transcender?
After realizing what the others had prepared outside, Da Jiao, who had previously been fearless, suddenly no longer wanted to try these fruits that looked so much like chestnuts.
This was just too frightening!
If these fruits were really poisonous, he would end up being force-fed feces—a fate far scarier than the poison itself.
Even if he believed the fruit wasn’t toxic, Da Jiao’s mood was unsettled by this unexpected operation.
But at this point, retreating was impossible. Thinking back to the proud moment when, upon becoming a citizen, the Divine Child had personally affixed an ID tag on him in front of everyone, Da Jiao squatted down, picked up a handful of fruit, smashed one with a stone, peeled off its not-so-hard shell, and popped the nut inside into his mouth.
Unlike before, this time he approached it with the resolve of someone staring death in the face.
As he chewed, he realized it wasn’t bitter and didn’t taste like chestnuts either. There wasn’t any particularly strong flavor, but after chewing for a while, a subtle fragrance emerged.
The longer he chewed, the stronger the fragrance became, giving a sensation of “the more you eat, the better it tastes.”
Only then did Da Jiao’s anxious heart finally settle.
If it looks like a chestnut, how could it possibly be poisonous?
He smashed another one and ate it with a satisfying crack, causing some of the onlookers to swallow nervously.
After the second one, he wanted a third, but someone stopped him.
Han Cheng had previously taught the tribe about food poisoning and the precautions when tasting new foods.
For example, when trying new food, one shouldn’t overeat at once. Wait a while to ensure no adverse effects before gradually increasing the amount.
Some toxins are mild and don’t cause immediate symptoms. Many medicines also take time to act. Poison isn’t always like the arsenic Pan Jinlian gave Wu Dalang—instant and deadly.
Da Jiao thought the precautions suggested by Gu and others were a bit excessive. He had tasted the fruit and found it increasingly fragrant—how could it be poisonous?
Still, despite thinking this, he followed their advice and observed the changes in his body.
After a long wait, aside from slight thirst, no symptoms appeared.
So, the second round of tasting began.
This time, both Da Jiao and the onlookers were far more relaxed and confident.
Initially, Gu had said to stop after four fruits, but Da Jiao, enjoying the taste, continued and ate two more.
Gu and the others didn’t object much.
“This fruit is edible… the more you eat, the more fragrant it is…”
As Da Jiao described the taste to the surrounding people, many of them also licked their lips, eager to try.
But Gu and other tribe elders, knowledgeable thanks to Han Cheng’s guidance, blocked anyone from actually eating…
Suddenly, Da Jiao felt unwell—his chest was tight, his head dizzy, his body weak, and nausea rose.
Realizing the fruit might poison him, he wanted to warn everyone immediately.
But recalling the feces scoop and its contents outside, he swallowed his words.
He hadn’t eaten much—if he could endure a bit, maybe the discomfort would pass…
After a while, someone noticed Da Jiao wasn’t right.
“Da Jiao, why are you sweating so much?”
“Da Jiao, why is your face so pale?”
“Could it be poisoning?”
People shouted anxiously.
“Quick! Bring the feces scoop!” Gu yelled toward someone near the door.
Hearing “feces scoop,” Da Jiao paled even more.
“I’m fine… I’m fine…” he stammered, trying to avoid direct contact.
But his words were incomplete—no one believed he was fine.
With the help of concerned villagers, Da Jiao was restrained, and Cao Gen—a newly recognized citizen—brought a long-handled feces scoop to his mouth.
“Waaah…”
Before it even reached his lips, the smell made Da Jiao vomit profusely.
He deeply regretted being eager to try the new fruit.
Who could withstand being served a feces scoop for merely trying new food?
“This method is brilliant!”
Cao Gen, holding the scoop, looked at Da Jiao’s vomit-strewn state with gleaming eyes.
Indeed, the scoop was not only effective for inducing vomiting but also excellent at curbing tantrums.
Han Cheng recalled a woman in his village who used to cry, make trouble, and threaten to poison herself with stored pesticides whenever she argued. After a similar forced intervention with the feces scoop, she calmed down and rarely misbehaved again.
“Water! Water!”
Once Da Jiao’s vomit subsided, Gu arranged to hydrate him.
Since he couldn’t drink properly, they inserted a bamboo tube and used a scoop to pour water into it.
After filling his stomach, they repeated the induced vomiting with the miraculous feces scoop several times until only clear water came out.
Seeing Da Jiao lying pale, weak, and in pain on a simple bed, the road repair team led by Gu was distraught.
They remembered that when the Divine Child had cured Liang from poisonous herb ingestion using a similar method, he recovered quickly. So why, after the same treatment, was Da Jiao seemingly worse?
Da Jiao, though a slave, was hardworking and helped the tribe test new fruits. Naturally, Gu and others worried.
That night, many stayed awake. Under Gu’s arrangement, fires were lit inside, and people took turns watching over the unconscious Da Jiao.
“Take Da Jiao back to the tribe; perhaps the Divine Child has a solution.”
The next morning, seeing Da Jiao still unconscious, Gu gave this order.
Others agreed—only the revered Divine Child might be able to save him.
They quickly constructed a simple stretcher using sticks and ropes and carried the still-unconscious Da Jiao.
“Throw these fruits away…”
Someone, seeing the fruits collected by Da Jiao and the others, suggested discarding them.
After seeing Da Jiao’s condition, no one dared taste them again.
“Yes! Throw them away!” someone angrily agreed.
But an elder said, “Take some back for the Divine Child.”
Recalling the legend of Liang, who had been poisoned by deadly herbs but saved by the Divine Child, the others realized the poisoned fruit might also be helpful under the Divine Child’s hands.
They prepared half a bag of the fruit for Da Jiao to bring back.
Before reaching halfway, Da Jiao regained consciousness. Though weak, this was enough to gladden the team.
Understanding his situation, he grew anxious—he wanted to return to the road construction site immediately, as leaving would delay progress.
Most people, thick-skinned and single-minded, agreed with Da Jiao. Since he was awake and coherent, there was little danger now.
However, the same elder insisted they continue carrying him back, citing the Divine Child’s advice that the sick could rest or do less work.
Even if they returned him to the road, Da Jiao was too weak to work anyway.
“Something wrong?”
Han Cheng, inside the tribe waiting for Bai Xue to give birth, was startled upon hearing someone rushing to that the road team was returning with a stretcher.
Rushing outside, he saw the group approaching, carrying the stretcher, surrounded by villagers.
“Divine Child…”
Seeing the concern of the tribe and Han Cheng hurrying over, Da Jiao felt both grateful and guilty. In his haste, he sat up, eyes reddened, calling out.
Seeing Da Jiao sit up and call him “Divine Child,” Han Cheng’s heart instantly eased.
“What’s wrong?” he asked before reaching him.
“Poisoned by a new fruit?”
Han Cheng had Da Jiao carried to a makeshift clinic and laid on a clean earthen bed. He quickly learned the whole story.
“Do you have any of those fruits? Let me see.”
The elder quickly produced a few of the fruits.
Da Jiao, recalling the trauma of being vomited on and the strong taste of the fruit, looked fearful.
This was…
Tung Fruit?!
Han Cheng took the fruits from the elder, initially casual, but after a moment, his heart leapt. These looked exactly like the tung fruits he had seen in the future!
“Da Jiao, how did you feel after eating these?”
Han Cheng gripped the fruits tightly, his eyes bright, as he asked the weak Da Jiao.
Seeing Han Cheng’s reaction, Da Jiao and others realized something extraordinary.
Could this poisonous fruit actually be beneficial?
Da Jiao quickly recounted his experience: “At first, it didn’t taste like much. The more I ate, the more fragrant it became…”
“Ha ha ha…”
Hearing Da Jiao’s description of the fruit and his poisoning symptoms, Han Cheng couldn’t contain his joy, laughing heartily.
This confirmed it—these were indeed tung fruits!
What a stroke of luck! Just when he worried about not finding tung oil, the fruits appeared in this unexpected way.
Could this be the aura of a transcender at work?
Tung fruit has medicinal uses, but its main value lies in chemical applications. It is toxic if eaten in large quantities—Han Cheng remembered kids in his village nearly dying from it.
Seeing Han Cheng so excited, Da Jiao, though still recovering, smiled through his lingering weakness.
“This fruit is beneficial—my poisoning wasn’t in vain!”
“Ha ha ha… excellent! Well done! Da Jiao, you’ve made a significant contribution to the tribe!
From now on, you’re no longer a slave, but a second-tier citizen!
When the snow falls, during the sports festival, I’ll personally give you your ID in front of everyone!”
Han Cheng patted Da Jiao’s shoulder, barely containing his excitement.
Da Jiao, already thrilled at having survived poisoning and contributed to the tribe, was stunned.
After a while, he fully realized—he was no longer a slave? A second-tier citizen? And during the sports festival, the Divine Child would personally give him his ID?!
He trembled as he tried to speak but could not utter a word.
Other slaves who had carried him looked on, filled with envy and regret.
Becoming a citizen from a slave was every slave’s dream, and now it had fallen to Da Jiao.
If only they had discovered the usefulness of these fruits themselves, they would have willingly endured being force-fed feces!
Da Jiao had survived the worst, and now all he needed was rest.
After praising Da Jiao and those who carried him, Han Cheng encouraged the others, assuring them that their contributions to the tribe were noted, and they too could one day become citizens.
The road crew’s morale soared, eager to contribute to the tribe.
Han Cheng arranged food for Da Jiao and those who had carried him, giving the injured Da Jiao the best, equal to postpartum women—per Han Cheng’s established rules.
With everything arranged, Han Cheng gathered all the tung fruits the group had brought back, sitting there, smiling broadly.
In the future, he had not realized the importance of these fruits, but now in this era, their value was clear.
“It’s like they say—books only come in handy when you need them.”
“Divine Child, how do we use these?”
While Han Cheng gazed at the fruits, still smiling foolishly, Shaman approached.
Chapter 805: Could This Be the Aura of a Transcender?
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