I am a Primitive Man Chapter 401: Two smiling Shamans

Chapter 401: Two smiling Shamans

"Divine Child, let's fertilize these fields..."

The Shaman had been observing the fields for a long ti and now approached Han Cheng with a suggestion.

Han Cheng was sowhat surprised. Wasn't it too early to see the results before the autumn harvest? It was just the beginning of sumr.

"We can already see the difference now. Not waiting until the autumn harvest would result in a significant decrease in the millet yield..." The Shaman shook his head.

Before, there was no comparison, so it wasn't apparent whether fertilizing had any effect. But now, with this comparison, the difference was imdiately evident.

Han Cheng thought about it and realized the Shaman was right. Waiting until autumn to asure the difference in fertilization was unnecessary. After all, the loss would be for their tribe alone.

He imdiately arranged for people to carry manure and spread it in these fields.

Just like the Shaman, most mbers of the tribe now clearly understood the importance of fertilization, so they naturally followed the Divine Child's instructions.

At this stage, when the millet hadn't grown too tall yet, spreading manure might sotis hit the seedlings, but it wouldn't have much of an impact.

The effect of topdressing at this ti naturally wouldn't be as good as when the fertilizer was applied at the beginning. After all, the organic fertilizer used by the Green Sparrow Tribe needed so ti to dissolve and be absorbed by the crops. In this respect, it couldn't be compared to modern chemical fertilizers.

The manure was spread into the ground, and the Shaman's face showed a smile...

As the Shaman of the Green Sparrow Tribe watched the green carpet-like millet spread around the tribe with a smile, the Shaman of the distant Flying Snake Tribe also stood in the wilderness, smiling.

The sa smile, but with different joys. While the Shaman of the Green Sparrow Tribe was happy for a good harvest in the autumn, the joy of the Shaman of the Flying Snake Tribe ca from a strange creature with a single horn growing nearby.

This creature, covered in fur with a single horn on its head, looked silly as it grazed, showing a greedy look.

The little creature's size had grown rapidly, and after surviving the difficult winter with food shortages, it had now beco plump and well-fed.

It was almost half the size of the two big creatures their tribe had eaten.

By the ti autumn ca, it would be even bigger.

"Eat more, grow faster," thought the Shaman of the Flying Snake Tribe as he reached out, plucked a handful of grass that the little creature liked to eat, and offered it to the creature. The creature, as before, stuck out its rough tongue, quickly rolled up the grass, and gobbled it down in a few bites.

The Shaman of the Flying Snake Tribe squatted down and patted the creature's head as it continued to eat grass, his face full of smiles...

While others smiled, the leader of the Green Tribe wore a worried expression. Even though today's harvest was good, he didn't show much happiness.

Not only he but most people in the tribe also seed sowhat gloomy, lacking the joy they used to feel when returning from a harvest.

When the group returned to the tribe, the leader of the Green Tribe took out so of the prey caught today and had soone handle it. This would be their food for tonight.

As so people handled the at, others skillfully set up clay pots and filled them with water, preparing to cook.

A unique aroma filled the air as the water boiled and the at and wild vegetables simred.

The leader of the Green Tribe stood up, looking sowhat dazed, and lifted the pot lid to serve himself a bowl first. After he had served himself, the other mbers of the Green Tribe who had bowls also ca forward to serve themselves.

Squatting down, the leader of the Green Tribe used a thod he had learned from that tribe to pick up a piece of at from his bowl and chew it, trying to demonstrate the food's deliciousness. However, this effort didn't last long. He swallowed the at in his mouth and took a small sip of soup, and although he had always enjoyed the at soup before, today, he didn't have much of an appetite. After one sip, he didn't want to take another.

Raising his head and looking around, the leader of the Green Tribe noticed that the other mbers of the tribe who were eating were also disinterested, eating absentmindedly.

After a while of low-spirited eating, the leader of the Green Tribe couldn't take it anymore. He said sothing and then got up to go to the salt jar. He lifted it and found that only a thin layer of salt was left inside. He scooped so salt into his bowl using a wide, hard leaf stored inside the jar and added so to the large pot of at soup.

Then he said sothing to the people eagerly watching the pot, and they imdiately beca ecstatic. They rushed to the pot and poured their food into it. After a quick stir, they continued eating.

This ti, their state was obviously different, and everyone ate eagerly.

The leader of the Green Tribe watched the people in the tribe with annoyance. He felt quite angry about their behavior but ate at the sa speed as everyone else.

After a hearty al, the leader of the Green Tribe put down his bowl and let out a satisfied sigh. But this satisfaction didn't last long. When he looked at the salt jar and saw that there was even less salt left inside, his previous satisfaction disappeared.

How could they not control themselves again?

The leader of the Green Tribe slapped his thigh in frustration...

The people of the Green Sparrow Tribe did not share the leader's troubles. Now, they were enveloped in astonishnt and jubilation.

The strange-looking object in La's hands was the source of all this excitent.

This object was about eighty centiters tall, with a circle at the bottom, two handles like cart shafts at the back, and a shallow, oblong large basket woven from thick vines tied on top.

At this mont, this basket was neatly filled with one hundred and twenty bricks!

Although the bricks made by the Green Sparrow Tribe were relatively light and not as heavy as modern bricks, weighing about three catties each, they still added up to three hundred and sixty catties.

Most people in the Green Sparrow Tribe couldn't calculate such large weights involving multiplication, but they could still get an intuitive sense from the number of bricks.

Even the strongest Second Senior Brother could only carry fifty bricks at a ti, and even if he could carry more, he wouldn't be able to make more than two trips.

Most people only carried about thirty bricks.

And now, this thing called a wheelbarrow by the Divine Child actually carried one hundred and twenty bricks at once!