I am a Primitive Man

Since Bai Xue became pregnant with Han Cheng's child, she had become somewhat lazier and slept well at night.

After Han Cheng lay back down, she snuggled closer, hugging his arm. In no time, she was fast asleep again.

Seeing that Bai Xue had fallen asleep, Han Cheng gently tapped his forehead again.

It wasn’t such a huge failure that the tribe hadn’t found metal ore yet, but how had he forgotten the role the trading caravan could play in this?

During transactions with other tribes, he had only thought about trading for furs and hadn’t considered the possibility of exchanging for ore.

Why hadn’t he considered using salt and pottery to trade for stones with the other tribes?

Even if those tribes didn’t recognize metal ore, that wouldn’t be a problem. He could ask them to trade stones. Once the caravan brought the stones back, he could check if any metal ores were mixed in.

This sudden idea immediately dissolved the knot of frustration in Han Cheng’s mind.

Using the trading caravan for this was far better than going out himself with a group of people.

Not only would this minimize the danger, but it would also be much more efficient than him leading a search party.

After all, judging by the trade relationships over the past few years, there were quite a few scattered tribes in this region. Mobilizing these tribes would naturally be far more efficient than a direct search by his people.

Moreover, those tribes were much more familiar with their surroundings than outsiders, making it more likely they would discover useful resources.

And because these tribes were spread over a wide area, the chances of finding something valuable would increase significantly.

As for the cost to the Green Sparrow Tribe would just be the pottery and salt, which had become quite common within their tribe.

Even the labor saved from having fewer people searching could be used to produce the pottery and salt for trade, more than compensating for the effort.

Additionally, this method could solve more than just the metal ore problem. It could also potentially yield new crops and large draft animals.

When making trades, they could request various seeds, young animals, and stones.

It was easy to foresee that once this new trading strategy was proposed, the tribes that had previously traded with them would be thrilled.

Over the years, their continuous bartering had depleted the nearby small tribes’ stores of furs.

Plus, furs weren’t entirely useless for these tribes—they still needed to ensure their people had enough to wear and cover themselves with before they could trade any surplus.

In this context, learning that they could trade common items like stones and seeds for precious pottery, salt, and furs would certainly make them very happy.

As for the young animals, these wouldn’t be much of a burden, as they didn’t provide much meat, so trading them wouldn’t be difficult.

Of course, to avoid accumulating useless stones, Han Cheng knew they’d have to set some rules for the exchanges.

For example, no repeat trades would be allowed with previously exchanged items.

The more common types of stones could only be traded once. After those were traded, the tribes would have to rack their brains to find different types of stones to exchange.

The same rule would apply to seeds and young animals.

"Haha..."

Though it was a bit embarrassing for a modern person like him to realize these ideas so late, after a brief period of regret, Han Cheng couldn’t help but laugh out loud. ꭆ₳ꞐọВĘs

After all, he had arrived in this era.

Even if he had been a bit slow to come up with these ideas, they were still extremely forward-thinking for the people of this tribe.

Han Cheng could already imagine Shaman's and the others' reactions when he shared this plan with them.

After living in a primitive society for some time, this guy started to lose his shame and act completely shameless.

He pondered for a while, and the more he thought about it, the more feasible the idea seemed. He was so excited that he tossed and turned in bed for a long time before finally falling asleep.

Strong oxen pulled the plow through the fields, leaving furrows of turned-up soil in their wake. A leather whip, adorned with a red tassel, cracked through the air, blending with the farmers' shouts and the oxen's calls, echoing across the fields.

Golden millet and blood-red sorghum bowed their heads together while the rice in the paddies gave off a fragrant scent, not wanting to be outdone.

In the soybean fields, the occasional crisp pop could be heard as round, plump beans burst from their pods under the sunlight...

More and more descendants of Fu Jiang, now resembling the dog, howled as they grew in numbers.

In the distance, warriors on horseback charged forward, wielding long bronze spears and carrying longbows on their backs. A bloodstained human head hung from the horse’s neck, while a large black flag with red edges embroidered with a green sparrow flapped loudly in the wind.

But... when did Shaman suddenly become so vigorous and youthful?

A grand city bearing a plaque with the Green Sparrow emblem stood tall like a mountain, surrounded by a moat. Ducks with green feathers and geese with redheads swam lazily in the water.

In the distance, a fleet of ships was docked. People were bustling about, busily loading and unloading crates of goods...

Han Cheng’s mind was hazy in the morning, filled with thoughts. He lay in bed staring at the ceiling, recalling the scattered fragments of last night’s chaotic dreams. Glancing at his pregnant wife beside him, he quickly returned to reality.

A dream is, after all, just a dream. How many more roads must be traveled to turn those visions into reality?

But who cares!

That was enough as long as he was content and took good care of the people around him.

How far things would develop didn’t need to be pursued too intentionally.

What mattered most was focusing on the tasks and taking things one step at a time.

After lying on Bai Xue’s belly for a while, listening, Han Cheng got up.

He washed with warm water, and the cool morning air immediately refreshed him.

With a stretch of his back and hips, he ate a salted egg and two bowls of thick, golden millet porridge. His stomach felt warm, and the comfort was indescribable.

Carrying a bone shovel, Mao joined the others who had finished breakfast and headed outside.

After a few months, he had gradually adapted to and even enjoyed this way of life.

But he was called back before he could step out of the yard.

Turning around, he saw it was the esteemed and wise Divine Child.

Mao dared not delay and quickly returned, unsure what the Divine Child wanted from him.

However, seeing Han Cheng's smiling face didn’t seem like bad news.

Han Cheng led Mao aside and cheerfully told him to gather people for another trading expedition.

Mao was stunned for a moment after understanding Han Cheng's request. He hadn’t expected the Divine Child to call him over for this reason.

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