I am a Primitive Man

Chapter 116: Melancholic Han Cheng

Han Cheng sat at the cave entrance, leisurely watching the people gathered in groups in the courtyard, bursting with enthusiasm in broad daylight. Occasionally, he would take a sip of hot water and almost comment on what was done well or interestingly. It's not that there was tea; it's just a habit here to refer to hot water as tea, so that's how I wrote it.

In his previous life, he had seen many adult films from Japan, experiencing all sorts of scenarios, even watching that record-breaking scene involving five hundred people simultaneously. Having weathered storms, he could remain indifferent and unperturbed in the face of the current small-scale event. This was nothing to him.

Of course, part of the reason for his calm demeanor was that he had transmigrated into a younger body, not yet developed to that age. Even if he wanted to do something, he was physically incapable.

Certainly, he wouldn't say such things to Tie Tou and others standing not far away, watching the scene in the courtyard with flushed faces and thick necks.

Shang did not participate this time, not because he didn't want to, but because he was tasked by Eldest Senior Brother to wait it out. Three more tribes were yet to arrive, and the people of the Green Sparrow Tribe had to conserve their strength.

Of course, this was also a method for the Eldest Senior Brother to establish authority.

After all, the former leader of the Pig Tribe, Shang, was strong. Even though he couldn't beat the Eldest Senior Brother, he remained a formidable opponent.

The Eldest Senior Brother was convinced and admired Divine Child, never thinking too much. After all, the two were not on the same level.

But for Shang, who had served as the leader of the Pig Tribe for a long time, Eldest Senior Brother didn't have the same broad-mindedness. He would intentionally or unintentionally do something in that regard, although it wasn't excessive.

Shang stood on the low wall, trying to look into the distance to shift his attention. However, those seemingly magical tunes kept drilling into his ears.

Looking at his raised leather skirt, Shang couldn't help but touch it. He was looking forward to the arrival of the remaining tribes.

Under Han Cheng's arrangement, some non-combatants from the Green Sparrow Tribe began to carry large pots for boiling soup, and then, near the cave in the courtyard, they made fires to simmer salty fish soup.

Damn it, these guys are having fun. Not only do they enjoy themselves, but we also have to serve them food and drinks.

Taking advantage of others' inattention, Han Cheng secretly pulled down his leather pants and looked at his little brother quietly sitting inside. He felt melancholy in his heart. Looking up at these robust primitive women, his melancholy increased slightly.

With increased physical activity, people are more prone to hunger. Today, the movement of these people was significant, and naturally, they became hungry quickly.

Initially, they were immersed in another world, automatically blocking out these disturbances.

However, when the rich aroma spread throughout the courtyard, these guys were quickly distracted.

The people of the Green Sparrow Tribe were relatively better off because the tribe had plenty of food. There were no restrictions on eating during meals, and they could eat to their heart's content. However, there was one thingthey absolutely could not waste food.

No one was willing to waste food.

It was different for the people of the Green Tribe. They came from afar, were already tired, and the amount of food they brought for these days was limited. To stay longer here and bring back more seeds, the leader of the Green Tribe imposed food restrictions on the tribe's people.

Originally, the leader of the Green Tribe planned to distribute food to the people when it was almost dark. However, with the Green Sparrow Tribe doing this, his stomach started rumbling.

He endured for a while but couldn't hold back anymore. He hurriedly finished his task and complained that the Green Sparrow Tribe didn't consider the hungry ones. With their abundant food, they shouldn't have made such a big fuss about being unable to eat like this. How can we, who have less food, endure it?

At this moment, the spirited Eldest Senior Brother arrived with the equally spirited Green Tribe leader and his two spouses.

Seeing the Green Tribe leader getting food, the Eldest Senior Brother waved to him.

The leader of the Green Tribe was initially puzzled, but when he understood the Eldest Senior Brother's meaning, he immediately became somewhat delighted.

"He shouted and began to gather people from the tribe to eat food. The leader of the Green Tribe was naturally delighted because this way, they would have plenty of food left, and smelling the rich aroma, he had long wanted to taste this wonderful food.

The leader of the Green Tribe couldn't describe the taste of this delicious food. It's not that he hasn't eaten it, but he can't find words to capture the sensation of eating something unprecedented but so delicious that it's irresistible.

"Tsk, tsk."

The leader of the Green Tribe didn't want to waste any food. After finishing the food served in the bowls that the Green Sparrow Tribe called "bowls," which were made in an unknown manner, he began to suck on each of his fingers that had soaked in the juice.

There were also others from the Green Tribe licking the bowls.

Han Cheng watched this scene in silence for a while. Damn, these bowls are now unusable. Let's use them exclusively for entertaining guests in the future.

Especially witnessing the leader of the Green Tribe sucking on his fingers, Han Cheng's expression became even more complex.

Because these guys are different from the people of the Green Sparrow Tribe. Under Han Cheng's guidance, the people of the Green Sparrow Tribe had long developed the habit of washing their hands before meals. The people of the Green Tribe, however, did not do so.

If it were normal, it would be fine, but the problem was that these guys hadn't done anything good today. Their hands could have touched anything, making it difficult to imagine. And now, they were not using chopsticks, directly reaching in to grab the food.

Han Cheng shuddered.

The leader of the Green Tribe didn't know what Han Cheng was thinking, and even if he did, he wouldn't care. This was how they usually did things, and they didn't see anything wrong with it.

The leader of the Green Tribe felt like he was about to be stuffed to death, but looking at the still-steaming, plentiful food, he couldn't help but drool.

After the meal, the battle was far less intense than before. The main reason was the people of the Green Tribe. They were almost unable to move and had no interest in doing these things.

Inside the deer enclosure, the Deer Lord, whose fur seemed dim, leisurely ate a few mouthfuls of grass. Looking at those two-legged creatures lying motionless on the ground in the distance, a hint of contempt flashed in its eyes.

After eating the grass, it arrogantly raised its head, and then, stepping on its slender legs, it came behind a female deer and stood upright.