I am a Primitive Man

Chapter 350: The man who was hit by a carp

Han Cheng was caught off guard by the sudden move of his little bride.

Then he reacted.

He was about to leave tomorrow; parting was imminent. Could it be that this little bride suddenly had an epiphany and wanted to...

Heh heh heh...

Han Cheng smirked for a moment.

"Brother Cheng, I want to go too."

Bai Xue's words slightly disappointed Han Cheng. This little girl was still too young to make demands.

Wasn't the normal procedure supposed to be this and that... and then making demands?

How could she be so unreasonable?

Han Cheng comforted her aloud as if coaxing an inexperienced child.

Han Cheng didn't want to take Bai Xue with him this time. One reason was that Bai Xue was too young and unsafe outside the tribe, and another was that they were going back to Bai Xue's original tribe.

He was worried that Bai Xue might not return to the tribe and thus lose the wife he had finally found.

Although he knew the likelihood of this happening was small, he was still uneasy.

"...I want to follow Brother Cheng..."

Bai Xue shook her head vigorously as she hugged Han Cheng.

This chapter upload first at NovelUsb.Com

"Who will feed those silkworms when you leave? They will starve to death."

Han Cheng, feeling helpless, had to resort to his trump card.

Sure enough, as soon as he mentioned the silkworms, Bai Xue became less firm and hesitated.

Seeing her reaction, Han Cheng knew he had a way.

He inwardly chuckled. How could he, with his abilities, not persuade a little girl like her?

"Let Xing, Xiaomei, and Xiaoli feed them first..."

Bai Xue's voice rang out with a hint of surprise at finding a solution.

Han Cheng conceded defeat. His face, which had just shown a hint of pride, turned sour.

"Alright, you win. You can come with me tomorrow."

Unable to resist the persistent pleading of the little bribe, Han Cheng finally conceded.

Bai Xue joyfully hugged Han Cheng's neck, calling him "Brother Cheng."

Bringing Bai Xue along would be beneficial. It would be more convincing when he tell the Fire Tribe about Chaihu. Besides, after spending time with the little girl for nearly a month, he found himself missing her.

There was no need to worry about whether the little bribe would abandon him. If such a thing happened, he could bring her back.

Han Cheng held the little bribe in his arms, shamelessly thinking so.

The sun hadn't risen yet, and the sky was still somewhat dark when a faint mist enveloped the small riverbank already crowded with people.

Some were on boats. Some were on the shore.

Although it wasn't the first time they had parted, the emotions of parting still spread along the riverbank like the faint mist shrouding the area.

"Let's go back, guard the tribe well, and wait for us to return with the goods."

Han Cheng said to the Shaman, Senior brothers, and others who were reluctant to leave the shore.

"Set sail!"

Farewell words were always endless, and the emotions of parting always made people feel melancholy.

Under the constant reminders of the Shaman, Han Cheng nodded vigorously. After a while, he gave the command to depart.

The anchors on the shore were lifted, and the boatmen pushed off with their poles. The small boat left the riverbank, drifting downstream, gradually getting farther away.

When only a few dark dots were left on the shore bidding farewell, even the most optimistic person couldn't help but feel a little sad.

Han Cheng felt much more relaxed this time compared to the last time; after all, everything he faced last time was unknown.

The unknown always leaves people feeling lost and fearful.

In such emotions, the oars cut through the river, flowing downstream. The deep green mountains on both sides and the towering trees receded continuously.

Occasionally, a small gray bird called "Jiaolian" flew in the sky, constantly calling out "Jiaolian, Jiaolian," circling towards the distant blue sky as if trying to penetrate the clouds.

Only when only a small black shadow remained did it suddenly fall silent, fold its wings, and plummet like an arrow into the grass, disappearing without a trace.

The high sky, white clouds, and the flowing water under the boat carried an indescribable sense of autumn... Han Cheng lay in the small boat, squinting at the sky, experiencing the wonderful feeling of lying down and watching the unmoving clouds, unable to describe the beauty of the clouds and myself.

"Splash!"

A red-tailed carp, startled by the oars or brushed by the wooden boat, leaped out of the water and splashed onto Han Cheng's face, which was caught off guard and exuding charm.

The shock in his heart was quickly replaced by the surprise of the lively fish falling from the sky.

This beautiful carp with whiskers and a red body was put into a fish cage and moved along with the boat.

Bai Xue leaned over the side of the boat, continuously watching this beautiful fish she had never seen before.

Han Cheng wiped the fish scales from his face with water, laughing happily.

This was a good omen. Just as they set sail, they were hit by a good luck carp, so this journey was bound to be smooth.

The leader of the sheep tribe, who lived downstream and hunted on the hill not too far from the river bank, once again saw the people of the Green Sparrow Tribe flowing downstream.

He looked at the people of the Green Sparrow Tribe with surprise and puzzlement. Apart from wondering why the people of this tribe were so far away from their tribe, no other thoughts arose.

The fate of the Bone Tribe and its leader had completely killed his idea of seizing the position of the shaman when the opportunity arose.

Six small boats continued downstream, much slower compared to the spring journey.

It wasn't because the river was flowing slower or the boatmen were slacking off, but because the wooden boats would occasionally stop.

People would get off the boats and collect some things from the water's edge using bone tools, putting them into the pottery jars they carried.

These things they collected were iron bacteria.

The usefulness of iron tools had left a deep impression on everyone in the Green Sparrow Tribe.

They collected iron bacteria without Han Cheng's instructions with enthusiasm and fervor.

However, the iron bacteria around the Green Sparrow Tribe's small rivers and streams had been almost depleted during the last casting of the four iron tools. This distressed the people of the Green Sparrow Tribe, who were eager to produce more iron tools.

This time, except for the initial stretch of water, the rest of the journey was through waters where iron bacteria had not been collected before. For those who were obsessed with iron tools, it would be strange if they didn't stop collecting these iron bacteria.

Han Cheng was naturally very willing to do this. After all, there were still many places in the tribe where iron could be used.

Iron bacteria smelted produced iron and forged iron tools. Although mass production was not possible, fortunately, the Green Sparrow Tribe was not very large.

If they used this method to slowly make some iron tools and search for iron or copper mines, maybe they would find them by the time they needed them.

Better to be prepared than to have nothing when the time comes.

The donkey searches for a horse, which is better than searching for a horse barefoot.