I am a Primitive Man-Chapter 869: Unexpected Visitors (Three-in-One)
Chapter 869 – Unexpected Visitors (Three-in-One)
“Go back?”
Upon hearing this question from Shitou, Han Cheng’s face revealed a bitter smile.
How could he possibly go back now?
A year ago, he had returned to the place where he first descended from the sky. Over the course of more than ten years, the traces left by the raging fire had almost completely disappeared.
The land, once burned white by the fire, had sprouted grass and trees. Some of the earliest-grown trees were already as thick as an arm.
The marks of his arrival in this world were slowly being erased by time.
In a few more years, that place would probably look no different from its surroundings.
Moreover, even if it were possible to return, could he really go back now?
In the future world, he had no home. That overgrown courtyard was no longer his.
When the people who once lived there were still present, it had been a sanctuary. But when the last of his loved ones departed, the home ceased to exist.
All that remained there was an empty yard.
What purpose would returning serve? To tidy up that empty courtyard?
Could he even leave here?
Over the course of more than a decade, he had rooted himself in this place and blossomed.
Here, he had rebuilt a home—though the one who needed sheltering was now protecting his own family.
This home depended on him. Without him, his wife and children would face the harsh winds and rains of the world alone.
And he himself could not leave this home. To do so would make him a rootless wanderer, drifting with the current, losing the steadfast gentleness and vigilance he was meant to provide.
“I can’t go back. I won’t go back. Here is our tribe, everything we built together, and all of you. I can’t bear to leave,” Han Cheng said with a smile to everyone.
Hearing his words, the tribe’s members—whose hearts had been in their throats—let out a collective sigh of relief and placed their hearts back in their chests.
They truly feared the Divine Child leaving them. Without him, the tribe would be lost.
Even Shitou, who had thought with excitement about following the Divine Child to see all those wondrous things, realized that the joy of witnessing such marvels paled in comparison to having the Divine Child stay with them, living together, leading them forward.
Besides, hadn’t the Divine Child said it himself?
Those marvels were human-made. If humans could create them, then as long as the tribe worked hard, perhaps they too could create the things the Divine Child spoke of, bringing them to their own tribe.
Even if, by then, he had long since died and could no longer see them, knowing that these creations existed in his tribe was enough to bring him happiness.
No matter how many years passed, or how many generations went by, their tribe would remain their tribe.
He would still be willing to see it grow stronger and better, and feel joy for it.
“…Divine Child, have you ever ridden one of those things that can fly in the sky? Is it really amazing?”
Shitou, now reassured, began the “ten thousand whys” mode, asking Han Cheng questions.
“Yes, I have. It flies very fast. From our main tribe to here, it takes less than half a day.
It really is fantastic, especially the flight attendants on board—each one more beautiful than the next,” Han Cheng replied with a smile.
After learning what a flight attendant was, the people in the room became excited.
“Divine Child, are they as beautiful as Zhuang?” Shitou asked with longing, and the others eagerly anticipated the answer.
Han Cheng imagined a burly, muscular man dressed as a flight attendant, smiling sweetly: “Hello, sir…” and shivered violently.
This was far too shocking.
Clearly, changing the tribe’s aesthetic standards would take a long time.
Suppressing a shudder, Han Cheng acknowledged the truth: “Yes, flight attendants are beautiful—more beautiful than Zhuang or Ruhua.”
Hearing this, the room’s excitement skyrocketed. The thought of flying among the clouds, served by attendants even more beautiful than Zhuang, was enchanting.
Han Cheng, hearing their excited chatter, sniffled again, silently mourning the pretty girls of the future.
This was not what he had wanted.
Fortunately, he was in the primitive era; the people of the future knew nothing of this.
“Divine Child, what’s a car?”
After discussing airplanes and flight attendants, the conversation shifted to cars.
“Have you ever ridden in a car?”
Han Cheng explained roughly what a car was.
“Yes, I have. It’s fast and comfortable,” he added with a smile, recalling his motion sickness, praising the experience nonetheless.
Hearing this, the people in the room felt deep envy and longing.
Han Cheng chuckled, thinking that once they get motion sickness and vomit, they won’t be envious anymore.
He also entertained the thought of them in the future: drinking cola, riding electric scooters, and still complaining about the A4-waisted, perfectly made-up beauties of that era—an amusing scene, but only in his mind.
After all, he had no supernatural abilities—no time-travel gates or anything of the sort.
The topics Han Cheng shared tonight were like dropping a bomb.
Those who were already too excited to sleep became even more restless.
They were amazed and fascinated by this world and its many wonders, continuously asking “why” after “why.”
Initially, Han Cheng enjoyed answering, but as the night deepened, fatigue set in.
Listening to the still-excited chatter around him, he could not help but want to pound his head.
Truly, he was committing a crime—on New Year’s Eve, no one had ever been this excited staying up.
Eventually, he got up to use the restroom. Looking east, he saw the morning star had already appeared.
Shaking his slightly dizzy head, he realized he would finally get some sleep tonight.
“Get up! Pack your things, light a fire, feed the animals. We leave at dawn.”
Returning to the room, Han Cheng shouted to the still-excited, sleepless tribe members.
Hearing this, the group became even more enthusiastic.
They rose from their sleeping spots. Some had already lit the fire.
In the firelight, amid the quiet night, they busied themselves, preparing for the journey home.
The smell of cooking food spread, and the donkeys and deer were fed.
Time passed. During the darkest pre-dawn hours, the group finished eating and checked their supplies.
Leg bindings tightened, clothes and vine armor organized. The sky brightened.
“Set out!”
Han Cheng, carrying his backpack, gave the order.
The Green Sparrow Tribe flag was raised, and after nearly a month’s stay, the group departed for the main tribe.
Although they had not slept all night, their spirits were high as they marched proudly forward.
After a while, Han Cheng looked back at the houses they had built.
The twelve-room row stood silently, partially hidden by morning mist.
Purple soil, straw houses, rice growing in water, sweet sorghum across the river—all bore the footprints of Han Cheng and his people. Next time they returned, they would make it even better.
As they proceeded, the sun rose in the east, dispersing the mist. Sunlight shone upon the returning travelers.
Time felt long on the way there, but on the return, following known paths with the treasures sought already found, the journey felt much shorter.
By evening, they reached the hill leading into the plain and set up camp.
Having been sleepless last night and having walked all day, they were exhausted. After dinner, except for three keeping watch, everyone else collapsed into their tents.
Early the next morning, they resumed their journey, following the roughly hacked paths into the mountains.
After Han Cheng and his group left, Jingguan City fell into quiet. The sun moved across the sky, and the wind blew lightly.
Birds, previously driven away by Third Senior Brother’s cruel methods, returned to fish and forage.
Except for the new house, nothing else had changed.
One day, suddenly, the water area resounded with the flapping of birds.
Birds that had been leisurely hunting and resting suddenly took flight, squawking in panic.
Not only the birds, but across the water, a group of people—hair disheveled, wearing furs, pushing through grass with sticks—were startled by the sudden commotion.
“#￥5WE…”
Someone cursed at the birds, astonished by the loud disturbance. Previously, these birds had been calm, unbothered by human presence.
After observing the flapping birds, the group continued toward the water.
Soon, they reached the rice-growing area discovered by Han Cheng’s group.
The older female primitive in the lead looked at the rice, shook her head, and led the others further downstream.
“￥4￥%W!”
After moving a while, someone shouted in surprise, pointing to the other side of the water.
The group stopped and followed the direction.
The leader squinted toward the opposite bank: Han Cheng’s building, destined to become the slave quarters.
Her eyes showed confusion. She remembered no such strange, massive thing previously existing there.
Now, a vast, strange object had appeared.
“￥%56!”
After a moment of confusion, her expression turned fearful. She whispered instructions, and the group quietly crouched in the grass, observing the massive object from a distance.
Over time, they realized it remained motionless, just as when first spotted.
This reduced their fear considerably.
Some birds returned to the water and even perched on the massive object.
The female primitives trembled, wishing to flee immediately.
Had the creature been provoked, they would have been defenseless.
Fortunately, it remained still, even with birds landing on it.
Growing bolder, they cautiously approached, performing the same observation and throwing small stones or clods of dirt to test it.
Splashes erupted, yet the creature remained unmoved.
Eventually, curiosity overcame fear. Under the older female’s guidance, they carefully crossed the river toward Han Cheng’s building, constantly checking for movement.
Step by step, they tested and advanced.
As they neared, the twelve connected houses appeared larger and more terrifying, doors and windows resembling mouths and eyes.
Had they not already tested the creature, they would have fled immediately.
Now, standing closer, they noticed something strange: the creature’s fur resembled the grass by the water, lying flat rather than standing. Its mouth and eyes looked like fallen trees, even showing some bark.
The ground beneath it was like ordinary dirt, the only difference being the absence of grass.
Even throwing stones directly at it did not provoke any movement.
Slowly, they stood and approached, extremely cautious, ready to flee at the slightest disturbance.
No sound came from the uninhabited building.
Eventually, some even touched the creature. It felt cool, no different from touching clumps of dirt.
“Clang…”
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Chapter 869: Unexpected Visitors (Three-in-One)
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