I am a Primitive Man-Chapter 821: Not Even Sparing the Dead
Chapter 821: Not Even Sparing the Dead
“What? He wants to fight me?”
Upon hearing the meaning from the old primitive man, the recently self-indulging Divine Child Han immediately felt drunk—figuratively, of course.
Not only that, he felt a little embarrassed. Could the slap in the face not come so quickly?
“Tell him—no fighting. Everyone must live in harmony.”
Sniffling, Han Cheng spoke to the old primitive man while releasing the hand of the Wind Tribe chief, whose eyes were shining with intent. Han Cheng stepped back five or six paces to maintain a safer distance from this dangerous character.
Damn it, I want to reform you, and yet you’re thinking of fighting me—how’s that supposed to work?
Why is your thought process so… peculiar? Why don’t you pick a fight with a baby instead?
As he retreated, Han Cheng mentally vented his frustrations at the broad-browed, big-eyed Wind Tribe chief.
But remembering the old primitive man mentioning the incident of snatching candy from minors, Han Cheng felt a sense of relief.
This guy could do something as vile and unscrupulous as stealing candy from a child and think it perfectly justified. Now, do you really want to fight someone who isn’t physically strong, like Han Cheng? Not surprising at all.
Han Cheng’s venting didn’t register with the Wind Tribe chief. On the contrary, after hearing the message relayed by the old primitive man, he became even more excited. Especially when he saw Han Cheng stepping back, his eyes gleamed.
He was right—this tribe’s top figure clearly couldn’t fight. Fear had already taken root in him.
He was on the verge of becoming the first in the tribe!
The Wind Tribe chief became extremely excited. Pointing at Han Cheng, who was two or three meters away, he shouted provocatively: “#￥%WE…”
His challenging shout quickly lost its vigor, dwindled, and finally disappeared entirely.
At this moment, the Wind Tribe chief was terrified. In a very short time, he had been surrounded by layers upon layers of people—including minors from his own tribe.
No matter how bold or ambitious he was, wanting to replace Han Cheng as the top of the Green Sparrow Tribe, he trembled in front of such a formation. He felt an urge to dig a hole in the ground and bury himself.
“Smack!”
The old primitive man, who had only just put on his shoes, had somehow removed one and, without hesitation, sShamanng it at the Wind Tribe chief’s face with perfect ease.
When the sole of the shoe connected with the chief’s face, the flesh twitched, and his head tilted to the side.
With that single shoe strike, the area erupted. Everyone started moving—fists and kicks flying. The Wind Tribe chief didn’t even manage a scream before being overwhelmed by the enraged crowd.
After one strike, the old primitive man was pushed out by the surging crowd.
For someone who had just arrived at the tribe and wanted to challenge their revered Divine Child, the Green Sparrow Tribe’s people were furious. To them, this was an unforgivable sin—worse than betraying the tribe itself.
It wasn’t just the elders. Even the people from the Wind Tribe and the neighboring tribes who had not yet officially joined Green Sparrow hated the Wind Tribe chief for his audacity.
The Divine Child is so kind and gentle—how could you fight Him?
If you want a fight, find us.
Once someone angers the crowd, their fate is almost always tragic. Especially when those angered—the primitives—have far more physical capability than intellect.
Thus, his fate was doomed to be miserable.
Particularly since Han Cheng did not intervene at first.
Initially, Han Cheng had planned to slowly assimilate the Wind Tribe chief through the tribe’s daily routines and rules, binding his heart to the Green Sparrow Tribe’s collective.
But upon learning that the chief wanted to challenge him and claim the top spot, his thinking changed.
In Green Sparrow, ambition was allowed, but it had to be appropriately directed.
For example, Shi Tou’s ambition was to build bigger and better sky lanterns, to fly.
Liang wanted to experiment with beneficial herbs to heal everyone in the tribe.
Lame wanted to craft increasingly complex things to improve the tribe…
These ambitions pleased Han Cheng, and he encouraged and supported them.
But the Wind Tribe chief, arriving to seize power, was unacceptable.
All the time and effort Han Cheng spent developing the tribe to this point—an outsider, not officially part of the tribe, shows up to grab the top spot? Who gave you the courage?
Why should he tolerate such a person?
Han Cheng valued human life, wanting to preserve as many as possible to develop the tribe, but that didn’t mean every person or every action was tolerated.
At least, he had no intention of keeping the Wind Tribe chief alive.
Keep him? To wait for him to seize power? Or to learn enough from the tribe and then rebel elsewhere with its knowledge?
Part of Han Cheng’s reasoning was the chief’s former status.
Regardless of the shoe strikes, he had once been the Wind Tribe chief.
Han Cheng had accommodated several former chiefs before, like Shang, Mao, Gu, Dou, but this one—who dared to plot—he could not.
Even after joining Green Sparrow, his influence as a former chief could bring harm.
For these reasons, Han Cheng didn’t stop the crowd immediately. He paused, waited until the chief was clearly incapacitated, and then intervened.
It was essentially letting others do the dirty work.
Compared to stopping them first and then executing the chief formally, this method was far safer.
After all, he was still the Wind Tribe chief.
Had Han Cheng ordered him killed immediately, it could have negatively affected relations with the Wind and neighboring tribes.
By pausing, the deaths appeared self-inflicted by the crowd.
When the crowd finally obeyed Han Cheng’s order to stop, the Wind Tribe chief lay motionless, contorted.
The Green Sparrow elders felt deeply satisfied. People who spent over half a year building roads for the tribe felt the same. Many, led by the old primitive man who had put on his shoes again, spat forcefully on the chief’s body.
But the two newly arrived tribes, especially their leader, felt differently.
They had fought in the heat of the moment, but now, seeing the chief’s pitiful state, their hearts shifted.
This was one of their traveling companions—still a leader—and now dead.
The neighboring tribe’s chief, witnessing this, felt even more deeply, understanding the position of a fallen leader.
Though primitive, empathy still exists.
Looking at Han Cheng, their eyes filled with fear, lest they meet the same fate.
“Why did you go so hard on him…”
Han Cheng’s words, tinged with grief and reproach, eased the minds of the neighboring chief and others.
Yes—the chief’s death was their own doing, unrelated to the kind Divine Child.
Moreover, if not for Han Cheng stopping the crowd, the chief would have suffered even more.
The chief sought to challenge Divine Child, aiming to claim His position, but Divine Child did not punish him; instead, He intervened to halt the mob.
“Bury him.”
After speaking, Han Cheng remained silent. He sighed deeply, looking down at the chief.
Under his influence, earth burials had become the preferred method over cremation.
Ordering the burial of the Wind Tribe chief primarily reassured the newcomers, reducing the negative impact of his death.
Shitou, who had spent the most time with the old primitive man, explained the difference between burial and cremation.
Once understood, respect for Han Cheng deepened among the old primitive man and others.
The neighboring tribe’s chief and the new arrivals relaxed.
Facing someone who wanted to fight, Divine Child still acted with mercy—so they could trust Him.
Divine Child’s kindness was not just words.
In their tribes, a dead rival would likely have been left for beasts.
Even high-level members like Shaman and the eldest senior brother thought the chief got off lightly. Still, they complied with Han Cheng’s arrangements, handling the burial and lamenting both the chief’s audacity and Divine Child’s mercy.
Han Cheng decided to bury him to demonstrate magnanimity.
However, the Green Sparrow people were not so forgiving.
Atop the chief’s head, they placed a crow hat, symbolizing ugliness, cowardice, and other negative traits.
After burial, the hat was replaced with a stone-carved crow hat for durability.
In the days to come, the Wind Tribe chief became a negative example.
Passersby spat on his grave.
Minors, confused, asked adults, who explained the chief’s vile deeds.
The children, thinking of their kind Divine Child and the harm that could have befallen Him, clenched their fists and spat repeatedly on the stone crow hat.
Shitou, who recorded tribe events, documented the whole affair.
Over time, the site became a Green Sparrow landmark, comparable to the heroes’ cemetery—only this was a negative example, nicknamed the “Spit Grave” or “Crow Grave.”
Its educational value was immense, contrasting heroes with villains to teach basic morality.
Even Han Cheng didn’t anticipate such an outcome.
The Wind Tribe chief, buried in a corner, would never know the role he played as a moral lesson—if he did, he would surely rise in anger and curse the despicable, shameless time traveler.
Only a shameless time traveler could extract so much value from a dead person without leaving a trace.
After the chief’s burial, the Green Sparrow Tribe’s ongoing developments quickly erased any negative impact caused by his death.
Aside from the deceased, the two incoming tribes totaled 131 people, mostly young adults—over 80 of them.
This ratio was unsurprising given their recent hardships: migrating north, enduring extreme winter, with the weakest, old, and sick most likely to perish.
Of course, the old primitive man, agile despite age and physically robust enough to wield a shoe as a weapon, was an exception.
With so many new people, housing, food, and other necessities were urgent.
Housing was particularly problematic.
Although Green Sparrow had expanded and built new houses, the half-farming tribe and remaining sheep tribe members occupied most of them.
The remaining houses had been converted to granaries, which were filled with grain due to a bountiful harvest.
Building new houses in such weather was impossible. For now, the tribe would have to endure the winter before constructing new homes.
High-level members like Shaman and the eldest brother agreed. Even Yuan, immersed in mathematics, supported this approach.
Yuan proposed that if space was tight, two or three minors could share a kang with a Shaman and another adult.
Han Cheng disapproved, partly due to concerns about his own budding romance influencing minors, and mainly because he had a better solution.
His plan was simple: the long-unused granary.
“Fill the granary with grain to free up houses. Arrange kang beds inside, with minor renovations—they’ll be ready to live in.”
He explained this directly. Shaman and others immediately understood.
Under Han Cheng’s direction, work began.
Grain storage must be done in winter for low-temperature preservation.
Following his instructions, the tribe layered 20 cm of dry lime at the granary’s base, topped with dry straw, a layer of ash, another layer of straw, and then dry boards to prevent moisture.
Next, a woven hemp pole-and-rope fence was built around the granary, leaving a 40-cm gap, filled with ash and straw to prevent dampness.
The principle was similar to museum cases, placing growing beans near artifacts to absorb humidity.
Once the granary was ready, grain was transported in via shoulder and wheelbarrow.
Golden grains poured into the granary like sand.
The old primitive man and neighboring chiefs were stunned. Green Sparrow Tribe was wealthy—they knew that—but seeing this much grain once again blew their minds.
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Chapter 821: Not Even Sparing the Dead
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