I am a Primitive Man

The female shaman of the Semi-Farming tribe couldn't sleep. She stood at the doorway of her dwelling, gazing at the faint shapes under the moonlight, then recalling the words spoken by the Semi-Farming tribe's chief and others. A storm of emotions surged inside her heart.

Although she had never actually seen such a terrifying storm.

After enduring this torment for quite some time, she finally couldn't hold back anymore and turned to go to the house where the Semi-Farming tribe's chief and a few others lived…

The chief, sensing something, woke from his sleep. Seeing the blurry figure before him, he shivered involuntarily, instinctively crossing his arms over his chest. The heavy drowsiness he had just felt instantly vanished.

"￥%…"

Only after the figure made a sound did he finally exhale in relief. However, his arms remained crossed, his expression full of puzzlement as he looked at the figure before him.

Why was the female shaman not sleeping and coming here to find him at this hour?

After a moment, the two left the house, one following the other. Once in the yard, the female shaman began to speak.

As the female shaman spoke, the chief's crossed arms slowly relaxed, and under the moonlight, his face gradually showed astonishment. As she continued, his astonishment started turning into shock.

Was the mysterious Green Sparrow tribe really that terrifying?!

But when images of a large pack of wolves barking wildly as they chased them flashed through his mind, that shock quickly vanished.

How could such a powerful tribe have so many wolves roaming around?

With this thought, the suffocating fear conjured by the female shaman's words immediately lessened.

Moreover, having emerged from that fear, the chief naturally began to question some of the shaman's speculations.

He had seen those earth-colored mountain walls through the leaves and branches of the forest—although not clearly, he knew there were many, and they covered a vast area.

How could such walls be man-made?

He had experience building houses. The low huts of his tribe had already been very laborious to construct, requiring the efforts of many in the tribe, and that was with the support of the fruit harvested from their fields.

By projecting his own experiences onto others, he naturally concluded that this was impossible.

How many people and how much time would it take to build walls like those mountain walls?

To him, it was simply unfeasible.

Besides, the low huts were already very comfortable to live in—why expend such great effort to build something like that?

And he also didn't recall seeing much dried grass for roofing on those earth-colored walls. As far as he remembered, those mountain walls only had some strange black stones on them.

He glanced at the dried grass covering the roofs of his tribe's houses, further cementing his belief that the earth-colored mountain walls were naturally formed, not man-made.

As for the large areas of land around those walls where few plants grew, although it seemed odd, he had encountered similar places during previous hunts and migrations, just not on such a scale.

With these thoughts, the suggestion the female shaman made—to migrate again elsewhere or return to their previous residence—suddenly seemed very unwise.

Since spring, the tribe had just barely managed to settle here. Now, to say they should leave and go through that ordeal again seemed absurd.

The tribe's ability to sustain this migration depended on the stored fruit, which was now almost depleted.

The new harvest this year was also scant. It would take two or three years at least before there was enough to support another migration.

After being startled by the shaman's earlier words, the Semi-Farming tribe chief suddenly felt his mind sharpen.

Things he hadn't considered much before suddenly became clear and logical.

He shared these thoughts with the female shaman. After listening, she was silent for a moment.

Because she felt the chief made a lot of sense.

After hearing the chief's reasoning, when she reconsidered her previous worries, she found them somewhat exaggerated and unrealistic.

Indeed, building such houses and clearing this land had already been such a massive effort. How could that tribe have created those astonishing things she had imagined?

Moreover, after several years of planting, the crops' growth slows, and new land is needed.

Under these circumstances, why would that tribe build such a massive settlement?

They couldn't take it with them when they migrated. Wouldn't that be a waste of effort?

If that tribe were truly as strong as she thought, just like the chief said, there wouldn't be such a large pack of wolves roaming nearby…

Following the chief's line of thought, the wise female shaman felt the chief was right.

At that moment, she didn't realize that she, who originally intended to convince the chief, was now being convinced by the strong chief instead.

After talking a while longer in the yard, they each returned to their rooms to sleep.

The female shaman felt dizzy, but after the chief's persuasion and reasoning, the panic and sense of crisis she'd felt were gone. She felt very relieved.

She lay down again, trying to sleep, but still felt uneasy, sensing something was off.

She ran through the chief's reasoning again but found no flaws or missing points.

She decided to stay here a while longer, wait for the tribe's crops to mature two more times, then leave for other lands to live.

Being here always made her feel jittery and scared.

After making this decision, images of exquisite pottery and delicious salt appeared in her mind.

She stared blankly at the dark roof for a while, then shook her head to stop herself from thinking about those things.

After shaking her head, she also decided not to investigate the secrets of the Green Sparrow tribe any further.

After making these decisions, the female shaman of the Semi-Farming tribe felt much lighter and more at ease…