I am a Primitive Man

"Let's go over there and take a look!"

Han Cheng stood up, casually brushing the dirt off his clothes. He looked excited as he spoke to the man named Lame standing beside him.

Lame didn’t know what good idea the Divine Son had come up with this time. He didn’t ask but followed Han Cheng’s instructions.

The wooden plow was laid down, and the harness was removed from Deer Lord’s back. Having just caught his breath, Deer Lord let out happy bleats.

After a while, Han Cheng shouldered the bundled harness, holding onto Deer Lord, while Lame limped along behind them, carrying the wooden plow. The two men and the deer left the courtyard and headed toward the small river.

Once near the river, Lame put down the wooden plow. Deer Lord, who had only recently enjoyed a rest, was again fitted with the harness.

Deer Lord snorted a few times at Han Cheng, but it had little effect. Resigned, he accepted the burdens placed on him by the two-legged creatures and continued to experience the hardships of his life as a deer.

Han Cheng steadied the wooden plow, and after setting it in place, he shouted: “Ha!”

Though unwilling, Deer Lord started to move forward, considering the two-legged creature’s usual generosity toward him.

As he walked, the plow sank into the ground, breaking the soil and revealing the moist earth beneath.

This time, Han Cheng only applied pressure on the plow with his arms, without using his full body weight, but the depth of the tilled land was even greater than before.

Moreover, Deer Lord moved more easily this time, seeming much more at ease.

With this rate of plowing, they could match the output of at least five people.

The same tools, deer and human, but a different location made all the difference?

This wasn’t a joke.

This small river, which had flowed here for countless years, had gradually deposited unnoticed layers of silt along its banks.

Especially during the summer floods, the amount of silt in the river water would increase.

Over the years, the soil along the riverbanks changed, gradually forming sandy soil.

This soil, high in sand content, was much looser and easier to till than the thicker, stickier soils.

The place where Han Cheng was now standing was exactly this type of soil.

Because of this, the speed of plowing had significantly improved.

As the Green Sparrow Tribe's population continued to grow, almost all areas along the riverbanks, except for places with brick kilns and pottery kilns, had been converted to farmland.

Not all of the land along the riverbanks was sandy.

Even rain from the heavens doesn’t reach every spot evenly, let alone in cases like this.

For example, areas near the brick and pottery kilns were not sandy soil but thick, sticky clay.

However, overall, sandy soil was still the majority.

After a rough estimate by Han Cheng, the plowed land amounted to around 250 mu (about 41 acres).

This was a considerable amount of land in terms of quantity and the proportion of land owned by the Green Sparrow Tribe.

Even if the deer-drawn plowing couldn’t be applied elsewhere, simply being able to plow these 250 mu would significantly reduce the Green Sparrow Tribe's workload.

At that moment, the shaman hurried over as well. He was the one in the entire tribe most invested in Han Cheng’s new creations.

Over the past few years of interaction, the shaman had come to understand one thing: most of the time, the strange tools created by the Divine Son greatly impacted the tribe.

So, after wandering around in the fields for half the day, when he discovered that the Divine Son was up to something new again, he immediately rushed over.

He didn’t want to miss such a moment of witnessing a miracle.

Moreover, he needed to record these new things to be passed down within the tribe.

After learning from Han Cheng about his plan to use the deer to pull the wooden plow and witnessing firsthand the incredible speed of this method, the shaman beamed with joy. He squatted down, continuously touching the wooden plow, which seemed far less refined than tools like the wooden rake or harrow.

Something simple could exert such a tremendous effect when paired with a deer and on suitable land.

It was truly unexpected.

Though he had long been aware of the Divine Son’s intelligence, the shaman couldn’t help but feel deep admiration and respect for his wisdom.

Lame, standing nearby, was also amazed. Any frustration or disappointment he’d felt earlier due to the simplicity of the tools had vanished entirely.

Using simple tools to accomplish remarkable things was indeed impressive.

However, after this wave of excitement, the shaman’s brow furrowed as he realized a severe problem.

The deer pulling the plow was the largest and most robust in the tribe. It managed the task without issue, but the other adult deer in the tribe didn’t have the same strength. Using them to pull the plow might be too much of a strain.

He expressed his concern to Han Cheng, who wasn’t surprised. He had already considered this situation and had a solution in mind.

Rather than immediately revealing his solution, Han Cheng instructed Lame to return, fetch another harness, and bring a few more deer.

Not long after, Lame returned with Tietou and four other adult deer.

Tietou had been cleaning the deer pen. When he heard from Lame about what was happening here, he couldn’t contain his curiosity and came along to see for himself.

Following Han Cheng’s instructions, one adult deer was fitted with the harness. Han Cheng held the plow as they walked forward, and though it could plow, this deer didn’t have as much strength as the larger one.

It struggled a bit, pulling with some difficulty.

A hint of worry appeared on the shaman’s face, as the outcome was indeed as he had anticipated.

However, when he saw that Han Cheng showed no concern, he felt a spark of hope. Did the Divine Son have a solution?

When the shaman asked, Han Cheng smiled and nodded.

Seeing this, the shaman broke into a grin.

Han Cheng’s solution was straightforward and bold.

If one deer struggled to pull the plow, why not use two?

In times when mechanization had not fully developed, it was common in later generations to plow fields with two oxen instead of just one, as a single ox would tire quickly on large plots.

Upon hearing Han Cheng’s suggestion, the shaman, Lame, and the others immediately understood and felt enlightened.

Yes, if one deer was struggling, why not use two?

They couldn’t help but feel annoyed with themselves for not thinking of such a simple solution.

But their joy and mild frustration didn’t last long, as they soon encountered another crucial problem.

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