Chapter 7: Listening at the wall, but no response from below?! This is not good
I am a Primitive Man
Han Cheng swore he had never tasted such delicious meat soup.
Although the preparation of the meat soup was unique and didn't involve any seasoning, not even salt, he could confidently say that it was the most delicious food he had ever eaten.
After finishing three bowls, Han Cheng finished all the ground meat.
The primitive man seemed quite pleased with Han Cheng, looking at him with a smile.
He spoke some words accompanied by gestures, but Han Cheng couldn't understand or respond. Even if he understood, he could only roll his eyes and blink.
Seeing that Han Cheng seemed to have difficulty understanding him, the primitive man gave up and turned to attend to his tasks.
Since waking up today, Han Cheng had realized that the old primitive man was a cultured individual. This was evident from the several stone tablets in the relatively independent small cave adorned with many simple and crude characters. It was somewhat akin to the cave drawings he had seen before crossing over.
Now, the old primitive man was using a stone to slowly carve on a not-yet-filled stone tablet. A person who could write was undoubtedly a cultured individual, especially in the primitive era.
Han Cheng squinted at the old primitive man's hand holding the stone, wanting to see what he was drawing. However, until he fell asleep again, he couldn't figure it out. Not because the characters were too archaic for him to understand but because the old primitive man's writing speed was too slow. It was so slow that Han Cheng had already fallen asleep by the time he had finished two characters.
When he woke again, the sky was getting dark, and the primitive people who had gone out were returning with joy from their harvest.
"Bang!"
The second senior brother's stout shoulder shook, and a heavy prey fell from his shoulder, creating a cloud of dust that almost extinguished the flame. Han Cheng looked over and recognized it as a wild boar. Judging by its size, it probably weighed around a hundred kilograms. He wondered how they managed to capture and kill such a large creature.Visit no(v)eLb(i)n.com for the best novel reading experience
Today was indeed a day of harvest. In addition to the large wild boar, three smaller ones weighed around ten kilograms each. It seemed they had taken the entire family of the boar.
Some women also opened the animal skin packages they were holding, revealing the yellowish-green fruits inside. These fruits were placed where Big Senior Brother had collected fruits the previous night.
The people in the tribe were all showing joyful expressions, looking at this precious food with delight."
Because of the particularly abundant prey they caught today, they could enjoy a hearty meal.
Then he stood up, took the bone bowl that Han Cheng had used once, picked up the dark piece that Big Senior Brother had brought last, broke off a small piece with his hands, and placed it in the bowl.
It suddenly dawned on Han Cheng that this was roasted pig liver.
About ten minutes later, Han Cheng drank the delicious and unique pig liver soup.
At this point, the cave had already darkened.
By the time he finished his meal, most people in the cave had already gone to sleep.
Looking at the simple yet quiet cave and the people inside, Han Cheng's heart unexpectedly felt serene.
He engages in work at sunrise and rests at sunset. In this seemingly monotonous and tasteless life, he feels something he has always wanted but couldn't get before.
That is the slow pace of life.
Here, people don't need to pursue too much. As long as there is enough food to fill their stomachs every day, they can experience joy emanating from the depths of their hearts.
Unlike the later generations, who are pressed by invisible pressures every day, feeling like there's not enough time even if they stay awake all day and night.
From this perspective, people from later generations might not necessarily live happier lives than primitive people.
Han Cheng's somewhat ethereal thoughts were interrupted.
Perhaps because of being full, there were unusually many people unable to sleep tonight.
At this time, there were no good entertainment activities like playing mobile games, unlike in later generations. As a result, the cave soon resounded with primitive singing.
It echoed continuously.
Suddenly, Han Cheng realized a very serious problem. In the past, even if he didn't want to admit it, there would be an immediate reaction from a certain part of him in such situations. However, now, there wasn't even a slight sensation.
Damn, this could be considered game over.
