Chapter 885 – Willing to Beco a True Green Sparrow Person
Watching the Creek Tribe mbers erge from their fields, their faces beaming with joy, Han Cheng’s mind was already racing with plans.
It wasn’t that he was calculating how much these people’s efforts could fertilize the fields or increase grain production.
He was thinking about how to handle the kaolin that had appeared near the Creek Tribe.
This material had to be brought to his own tribe. On this, Han Cheng was confident and unwavering.
These valuable resources could only truly realize their worth in his tribe.
Leaving them with the Creek Tribe, which didn’t even know how to fire pottery, would be a trendous waste.
What Han Cheng was considering now was how to get the kaolin to his own tribe.
The ideal scenario would be for the Creek Tribe to join his tribe, allowing him to establish a third branch dedicated explicitly to porcelain production.
In fact, turning the Creek Tribe into a third branch of his tribe would be very beneficial.
Besides the newly discovered kaolin, the Creek Tribe’s lands were rich in listone and other mineral resources.
If it truly beca a branch, they could build specialized workshops there to produce porcelain and fire li.
Furthermore, the Creek Tribe had streams connecting to their small rivers, allowing rafts to navigate.
Using the waterways, resources could be transported to the main Green Sparrow Tribe settlent.
From there, bronze carts and donkeys could carry them to the residential area on the copper mountain.
In other words, without building roads, this third branch could be linked to the main and first branches, enabling large-scale transport using available tools.
The geography and mineral resources were excellent.
However, achieving this would not be easy.
After years of interacting with nearby tribes, Han Cheng ca to understand them well.
Generally, these tribes were reluctant to join others.
Otherwise, after seeing his tribe’s wealth, strength, and benefits firsthand, so would likely have joined voluntarily.
As for using force…
Han Cheng dismissed the idea.
Years of influence had already given these surrounding tribes a positive impression of his own.
Though not yet ready to join, he believed that over ti, once the younger generation matured, joining his tribe would naturally happen.
From a short-term perspective, progress seed slow, but over the long term, it would be significant.
After enough ti and influence, the twenty-plus tribes he had been affecting would likely join in a short span, causing an explosive growth in his tribe’s population and strength.
Unlike conquering tribes one by one, tribes joining voluntarily would naturally develop loyalty and cohesion, becoming true Green Sparrow people.
This was more conducive to the tribe’s unity and growth.
Han Cheng had been cultivating this approach for many years with excellent results, steadily moving toward his goal.
If he used force on the Creek Tribe now, all his prior efforts and careful planning would be wasted.
Such a costly mistake was unacceptable to Han Cheng.
Even if he delayed developing the kaolin and attempting porcelain production for a few years, he would still avoid force.
Besides inviting the Creek Tribe to join and forming a branch, Han Cheng considered two other options:
Direct extraction and transport – send people to mine the kaolin near the Creek Tribe, then load it on rafts along streams and rivers to the main tribe for processing and firing, similar to how listone had been handled before.
Outsourcing transport – let the Creek Tribe carry the kaolin themselves.
This was simple: offer them salt, food, or pottery in exchange for the white clay. The Creek Tribe would willingly transport it.
However, the exchange must provide sufficient food to sustain them.
Without enough compensation, they couldn’t sustain the effort, not due to unwillingness, but because transporting kaolin would interfere with their food supply.
Thus, relying on the Creek Tribe would incur high costs, making direct extraction by his own tribe more practical.
While Han Cheng weighed these options, the Creek Tribe leader, filled with joy and gratitude, approached him with all his people.
“Divine Child!”
He shouted, then knelt and prostrated himself before Han Cheng, just as they had done when pleading for his wisdom and kindness to save them from the terrible ordeal.
“Divine Child!”
The rest of the Creek Tribe followed, shouting and prostrating themselves in unison, willingly showing their reverence.
Before encountering the wealthy and powerful Green Sparrow Tribe and the wise, kind Divine Child, they had lived in constant fear, worried they might suffer a painful death like the old tribesman.
But upon seeing the Divine Child, all fear vanished.
He treated them with wisdom and kindness, without asking for anything in return, imdiately arranging for their recovery.
Through the Divine Child’s intervention, all the white clay they had ingested was expelled.
Their stomachs no longer ached or swelled, and they no longer feared a painful death.
Faced with such a wise and kind Divine Child, how could they not prostrate themselves in reverence?
In this era, people were generally straightforward: kindness begets gratitude. Such a display was natural.
“You don’t need to do this. Stand up.”
Han Cheng was montarily stunned by their behavior, then smiled and spent so ti helping them rise.
Shaman, Shitou, Third Senior Brother, Tietou, and other Green Sparrow Tribe mbers looked on, happy and more warmly connected to the Creek Tribe mbers than before.
The kindness shown by the Divine Child and the Creek Tribe’s gratitude strengthened their bond.
“We are Green Sparrow Tribe mbers, and you are also part of the Green Sparrow Alliance.”
Han Cheng turned, pointing to the Green Sparrow flag flying in the wind over the central square, addressing the Creek Tribe leader and his people.
They may not have understood all his words, but they grasped the aning through his gestures.
Following his direction, they saw the flag with the soaring Green Sparrow bird—a symbol of the tribe.
It felt familiar and comforting.
“Are you willing to join our tribe and beco true Green Sparrow people?”
Han Cheng suddenly asked.
He did not expect much, but asking carried little risk.
If they agreed, however, the tribe would gain dozens of loyal mbers, and establishing the third branch in the Creek Tribe’s land would be simple.
The kaolin, listone, and other resources would naturally beco Green Sparrow Tribe property.
After Han Cheng posed the question, Shaman’s eyes lit up with excitent.
He may not have thought as strategically as Han Cheng, but increasing the tribe’s population was always welco.
Population was critical to a tribe’s strength—more people ant more power.
The Green Sparrow Tribe mbers welcod the idea, especially after witnessing the Creek Tribe’s grateful prostration.
With the help of a translator, the Creek Tribe leader and mbers understood Han Cheng’s question.
The leader’s heart raced, hesitating slightly.
No tribe leader wanted to see their people vanish. Even without fully understanding the aning, instinct resisted the idea.
However, the rest of the tribe, not burdened with leadership, were excited and eager to join the Green Sparrow Tribe.
They had deeply felt the Green Sparrow Tribe’s strength, wealth, and kindness as part of the alliance, and dread of such a life.
Now, the wise, kind Divine Child had personally invited them.
All they needed was their leader’s approval.
The Creek Tribe leader did not hesitate long.
“Agreed!”
He took a deep breath and shouted to his people.
The waiting tribe mbers cheered, jumping with joy.
Seeing their reaction, the leader’s own tension lted away.
“Agreed!” he called again, and the tribe mbers prostrated themselves one by one, as before.
“We agree!”
The Creek Tribe leader, prostrating not far from Han Cheng, declared, in a mix of Mandarin, his willingness to join.
“We agree!”
The others followed, shouting joyfully.
Han Cheng, seeing the tribe prostrate before him, was stunned.
He had only asked on a whim, with little expectation.
Reality, however, delivered a trendous surprise—like receiving a giant, ripe durian instead of a few dates from a tree.
The Creek Tribe leader, too, was thrilled.
He had long dread of Green Sparrow life for himself and his people, but had been held back by invisible barriers.
Now, the Divine Child’s invitation pierced those barriers like a sharp bronze spear, dissolving his hesitation.
Where he had been anxious before, he now felt light and relieved.
From this point on, he no longer worried about hunger, cold, salt shortages, or hostile tribes.
With the wise and kind Divine Child, all such concerns vanished.
He even regretted not taking this step sooner.
Han Cheng, blissfully unaware of the leader’s thoughts, would later imagine a humorous scene: a handso man holding a strong woman taking a selfie, friends giving up years of struggle—yet the Creek Tribe was far luckier.
Joining the Green Sparrow Tribe would grant them hundreds, even thousands of years of prosperity—not just a decade or two.
Thus, the Creek Tribe leader and his people were jubilant.
From this point on, everyone beca like one family.
The Green Sparrow Tribe treated the newly joined Creek Tribe mbers with exceptional kindness.
They were welcod directly into the tribe’s courtyard, and elders guided them to bathe, separating n and won.
Tietou and others, previously rough, sheepishly returned the dung tools to the latrines.
Knowing they would soon be family, the tribe had restrained themselves earlier, sparing those who had not eaten kaolin.
Though private ownership was erging, the tribe largely maintained communal habits.
During the bath, n provided soap and showed the Creek Tribe n how to shave with polished bronze razors.
Shaving not only cleaned and refreshed but also removed lice hiding in facial hair.
Among the won, the scene was even more harmonious.
Won naturally enjoyed chattering, whether or not they fully understood, and Creek Tribe won joined in lively conversation.
They used fragrant soap to wash their bodies and hair, leaving them slling pleasant.
Elders helped comb their hair with proper combs.
After bathing, they were dressed in stacks of light, breathable linen clothing, avoiding the heat and chafing of furs.
So Creek Tribe mbers watched their reflections in the water, admiring the braided hair tied with red ribbons and the fragrant linen garnts, feeling as though they were living a long-dread life.
Their long-desired life had finally begun.
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