I am a Primitive Man

"Don't put all your eggs in one basket."

This phrase is often used in the future when managing finances or making investment decisions.

Right now, this saying keeps echoing in Han Cheng's mind.

It was the conclusion he came to after some thought—his idea for fire prevention in the grain storage area, a way to protect the food supply.

By dispersing the granaries, even if one caught fire, it wouldn't lead to a disastrous chain reaction.

Even if a portion of the grain were lost, the remaining stores would be enough to minimize the damage to the tribe.

Han Cheng felt that this was indeed a good plan.

However, even after devising this solution, he didn't stop thinking. He continued to ponder how further to reduce the risk of fire in their food storage.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't recall what it was.

He spent a long time trying to dig up this memory, but in the end, it was fruitless.

Eventually, with his head spinning, Han Cheng had no choice but to set the matter aside for now. After all, night was meant for sleeping.

However, after lying down for a while, Han Cheng sadly discovered that he had fallen into a glorious state of insomnia.

He struggled in bed for a bit, then finally gave in to reality and decided to take a sleeping pill. After all, a night of insomnia could ruin the entire next day—and that was a big deal.

Bai Xue slept deeply as usual, so Han Cheng didn't wake her. He shifted her a bit farther away from the soundly sleeping Little Pea and began his routine quietly.

Bai Xue continued to sleep soundly, and the surroundings remained silent.

Han Cheng felt something extraordinary, as if he were lying on a soft, fluffy cloud under the warm sunshine.

Or perhaps he was on a small boat, drifting gently along a river. The boat rocked slightly, and when he pressed his ear to the bottom, he could hear the murmur of flowing water.

Calm, gentle, like water—that was how Han Cheng felt at that moment. All his earlier anxiety seemed to fade away.

Who knows what wonderful dream Bai Xue was having?

Bathed in moonlight, her pale face took on a rosy hue, and a soft smile curled at the corners of her lips…

Some people wish for the darkness to end quickly.

Others aren't so eager for the light to come.

But no matter what anyone wishes, time marches on with its usual steady pace.

It won't go faster or slower for anyone's prayers.

Every day, the sky is the first to brighten and the last to darken.

As the eastern horizon turned pale and the sky gradually lit up, the ground below still seemed shrouded in darkness.

Looking eastward now, one could see the contrast between heaven and earth.

The dizzy, aching chieftain of the Sheep Tribe slowly stretched his numb, bound limbs and aching body, glancing at the sky that was beginning to lighten.

Generally at this time, he would still be sleeping, needing a while longer before getting up, first to check on the penned sheep, sometimes cuddling the newborn lambs, or crouching by the pen watching the mischievous little ones greedily nursing.

Meanwhile, others in the tribe would fetch water in pottery vessels traded from the wealthy Green Sparrow Tribe, and begin cooking food in clay jars by the stream…

Just thinking about those days filled him with a bittersweet warmth.

But now, he was curled up in this strange corner, staring at the bizarre dwellings of these "demons," quietly awaiting an unknown fate…

In the central, larger dome-shaped hut of the Semi-Agricultural Tribe, the female priestess had also awakened.

This time, unlike before, she did not leave immediately.

Instead, she sat silently in the still-dim room, gently rubbing the smooth and round clay bowl in her hands.

Last night, she had slept clutching this bowl.

As time ticked by, the light in the room gradually grew brighter.

Sitting on the straw bedding, the priestess's gaze slowly moved across the clay items whose details were becoming clearer.

After a while, she carefully set down the round bowl and picked up a small, rather plain-looking clay jar.

This jar was covered with a layer of animal hide, tied tightly around the edges with bark cord.

Last night, she had been too captivated by the exquisite bowls and the large clay jar to notice this small, ordinary pot.

Only now did she realize that this little jar was different from the others.

She cautiously untied the bark cord, peeled off the animal hide, and what she saw inside made her furrow her brow.

Reaching in, she pinched a bit of the white powder inside.

It looked like powdered stone.

The priestess thought to herself.

After all, she had seen white stones before.

Some members of the tribe had once crafted tools from such stones, and the crushed fragments resembled this.

But why would they use such a precious jar to store these stone shavings?

Puzzled, the priestess brought the powder to her mouth.

She had tasted many things before—sometimes even now she would try odd substances—so she was pretty experienced and had mentally prepared herself for something awful.

Even so, the moment the white powder hit her tongue, her face immediately twisted in disgust.

She rushed to rinse her mouth with water and only felt better after a long while.

Holding the jar again, she stared at the powder inside, lost in thought.

Even with all her wisdom, she could not understand why this tribe would carry such foul-tasting powder in such a valuable jar.

"#￥D——"

The chieftain of the Semi-Agricultural Tribe entered the room and called out to her.

He was reminding her: it was time to question the Sheep Tribe people about the Green Sparrow Tribe and where they got all those sheep.

With such an important task ahead, the priestess set aside the strange powder, stood up, and followed the chieftain to the place where the Sheep Tribe captives were held…