I am a Primitive Man

Chapter 223: Kidnap the Divine Child? This is a dangerous idea

Chapter 223: Kidnap the Divine Child? This is a dangerous idea

Why are the differences so significant between tribes?

Why is there such a big difference even though we both raise sheep?

The chief of the Sheep Tribe looked at the scene before him, feeling as if something had stabbed his heart.

He wanted to ask the chief of this tribe how they managed it, but then he remembered the last time he asked about their method of building fences, and he dismissed the thought, thinking it would be more reliable to see with his own eyes.

To avoid another conversation about "what kind of sheep to raise."

Green grass, wooden things for holding grass, pottery jars for water

The chief of the Sheep Tribe carefully noted down what he saw at the deer pen.

After waiting for a while and seeing that the people from the Sheep Tribe were still looking around as if they hadn't seen enough, the chief smiled faintly and started urging them on.

Accompanied by the chief, the people from the Sheep Tribe followed the chief to trade. However, as they walked, they couldn't help but keep looking at the hands of the Eldest Senior Brother and the other people from the Green Sparrow Tribe.

There was a purpose behind his actions.

Their tribe only raised a few sheep, and many people's hands were cracked from feeding them grass. Now, this tribe raised so many animals for grazing that their hands must be in terrible condition, right?

However, what he saw surprised him once again.

Because the hands of the people in this tribe, exposed to the elements, not only had no cracks, but they were also very fair.

That's right, fair.

It was completely different from the scene of misery he had imagined.

This discovery astonished him. Why was this happening?

Was it because their tribe didn't have shamans or Divine Child?

As he searched for answers, he quickly found the problem.

In this tribe, everyone's necks were adorned with a rope, with a strange object made of fur hanging from each end.

He saw these people put their hands into these strange objects when they had nothing to do and then take them out when they needed to work.

And they didn't have to worry about the strange objects falling off; it was pretty convenient.

The chief of the Sheep Tribe lifted a corner of the sheepskin he was wrapped in and quietly wrapped one hand inside. Immediately, he felt much warmer.

Then, he revealed an expression of realization and regret.

If his body was cold, he could wrap it in fur, so why couldn't he do the same for his hands?

He understood such a simple principle, so why hadn't he considered this solution?

This trip to the Green Sparrow Tribe had been very beneficial for the chief of the Sheep Tribe. It made him even more curious about this neighboring tribe, and he also had some unspoken aspirations.

Initially, he thought that as long as they had pottery and salt, they wouldn't interact much with this tribe.

However, after raising sheep, he brought people here again.

Now that the issue of raising sheep hadn't been entirely resolved, he had discovered more things to learn from this tribe.

In addition to the strange objects tied around their necks with ropes and the fur-made things used to warm their hands, there were also things made of fur that covered their heads, leaving only half of their faces and ears exposed, which enlightened him.

This, indeed, was a tribe full of novelty and ingenious ideas.

However, this tribe used to be no different from their tribe

The chief of the Sheep Tribe lamented with a sense of powerlessness and envy. Suddenly, he remembered what the chief of the Joyous Meeting tribe had expressed when he came here before, saying that the reason their tribe had undergone such a significant change was all because they had a Shaman.

If his tribe had a Divine Child, would they become as comfortable and wealthy as this neighboring tribe?

He thought this way but then shook his head to dismiss the idea because there was only one Divine Child, and he was already in this neighboring tribe, destined to have no connection with their tribe.

He withdrew his wandering thoughts and prepared to examine the pottery carefully, but a thought suddenly jumped into his mind.

What if he brought people to snatch the Divine Child back to his tribe?

"$#^$^#&!"

Seeing the chief of the Sheep Tribe staring at the pottery with a fascinated expression, the Eldest Senior Brother smiled faintly. The Divine Child was right; the pottery unique to their tribe was indeed attractive. They had seen it so many times, yet the chief of the Sheep Tribe still looked at it so seriously.

After waiting for a while and seeing that the chief of the Sheep Tribe was only focused on the pottery and not mentioning the sheepskin they brought or the trade, the Eldest Senior Brother took the initiative to remind him.

The Eldest Senior Brother didn't have much time to waste; he wanted to finish putting "hats" on all the fences before the snow started falling. This way, they wouldn't have much outdoor work to do after the heavy snowfall and could stay in the warm house. Even if they didn't go to bed, it would still be more comfortable than being outside.

Seeing the chief of the Sheep Tribe jump in surprise, almost sitting on the ground, the Eldest Senior Brother didn't think much of it. He thought that the chief of the Sheep Tribe was as timid as the three little lambs in the deer pen.

Whether it was because the chief of the Sheep Tribe thought the sheepskin, which couldn't be eaten, was not very valuable, this exchange, in the Eldest Senior Brother's view, still gave the Green Sparrow Tribe a great advantage.

Eight large sheepskins could only be exchanged for one pottery jar, a widespread item in the Green Sparrow Tribe, and five small sheepskins could only be exchanged for one pottery bowl.

The Green Sparrow Tribe only spent a minimal price to obtain many high-quality sheepskins.

After the transaction was completed, the chief of the Sheep Tribe hurriedly left with a smaller jar, a pottery jar, and four pottery bowls they had exchanged for.

The recent thoughts and the timely words of the Eldest Senior Brother made his heart still not completely calm down. He felt as if someone had discovered his thoughts, and he just wanted to leave this neighboring tribe as soon as possible.

He even forgot to pay his respects to the Divine Child who was standing far away and watching them.

This was probably what they called a guilty conscience

"Wait!"

Just as he was about to leave the tribe, the heart that the chief of the Sheep Tribe had just put down suddenly rose again. However, at this moment, a voice rang out from behind him.

He had already distinguished that this voice belonged to the chief of this tribe!

Feeling guilty, the chief of the Sheep Tribe, who had the impulse to run away with his tribe members, restrained himself and turned around slowly.

The Eldest Senior Brother couldn't read minds, so he naturally didn't know about the thoughts that had occurred to the chief of the Sheep Tribe earlier. If he did, he would use spears and other means to deal with the people of the Sheep Tribe rather than smiling and pouring two jars of salt into the small jar that the Sheep Tribe had just obtained, enthusiastically telling the chief of the Sheep Tribe that they could eat as much as they wanted and come back for more for free when they were done.

Why are the differences so significant between tribes?

Why is there such a big difference even though we both raise sheep?

The chief of the Sheep Tribe looked at the scene before him, feeling as if something had stabbed his heart.

He wanted to ask the chief of this tribe how they managed it, but then he remembered the last time he asked about their method of building fences, and he dismissed the thought, thinking it would be more reliable to see with his own eyes.

To avoid another conversation about "what kind of sheep to raise."

Green grass, wooden things for holding grass, pottery jars for water

The chief of the Sheep Tribe carefully noted down what he saw at the deer pen.

After waiting for a while and seeing that the people from the Sheep Tribe were still looking around as if they hadn't seen enough, the chief smiled faintly and started urging them on.

Accompanied by the chief, the people from the Sheep Tribe followed the chief to trade. However, as they walked, they couldn't help but keep looking at the hands of the Eldest Senior Brother and the other people from the Green Sparrow Tribe.

There was a purpose behind his actions.

Their tribe only raised a few sheep, and many people's hands were cracked from feeding them grass. Now, this tribe raised so many animals for grazing that their hands must be in terrible condition, right?

However, what he saw surprised him once again.

Because the hands of the people in this tribe, exposed to the elements, not only had no cracks, but they were also very fair.

That's right, fair.

It was completely different from the scene of misery he had imagined.

This discovery astonished him. Why was this happening?

Was it because their tribe didn't have shamans or Divine Child?

As he searched for answers, he quickly found the problem.

In this tribe, everyone's necks were adorned with a rope, with a strange object made of fur hanging from each end.

He saw these people put their hands into these strange objects when they had nothing to do and then take them out when they needed to work.

And they didn't have to worry about the strange objects falling off; it was pretty convenient.

The chief of the Sheep Tribe lifted a corner of the sheepskin he was wrapped in and quietly wrapped one hand inside. Immediately, he felt much warmer.

Then, he revealed an expression of realization and regret.

If his body was cold, he could wrap it in fur, so why couldn't he do the same for his hands?

He understood such a simple principle, so why hadn't he considered this solution?

This trip to the Green Sparrow Tribe had been very beneficial for the chief of the Sheep Tribe. It made him even more curious about this neighboring tribe, and he also had some unspoken aspirations.

Initially, he thought that as long as they had pottery and salt, they wouldn't interact much with this tribe.

However, after raising sheep, he brought people here again.

Now that the issue of raising sheep hadn't been entirely resolved, he had discovered more things to learn from this tribe.

In addition to the strange objects tied around their necks with ropes and the fur-made things used to warm their hands, there were also things made of fur that covered their heads, leaving only half of their faces and ears exposed, which enlightened him.

This, indeed, was a tribe full of novelty and ingenious ideas.

However, this tribe used to be no different from their tribe

The chief of the Sheep Tribe lamented with a sense of powerlessness and envy. Suddenly, he remembered what the chief of the Joyous Meeting tribe had expressed when he came here before, saying that the reason their tribe had undergone such a significant change was all because they had a Shaman.

If his tribe had a Divine Child, would they become as comfortable and wealthy as this neighboring tribe?

He thought this way but then shook his head to dismiss the idea because there was only one Divine Child, and he was already in this neighboring tribe, destined to have no connection with their tribe.

He withdrew his wandering thoughts and prepared to examine the pottery carefully, but a thought suddenly jumped into his mind.

What if he brought people to snatch the Divine Child back to his tribe?

"$#^$^#&!"

Seeing the chief of the Sheep Tribe staring at the pottery with a fascinated expression, the Eldest Senior Brother smiled faintly. The Divine Child was right; the pottery unique to their tribe was indeed attractive. They had seen it so many times, yet the chief of the Sheep Tribe still looked at it so seriously.

After waiting for a while and seeing that the chief of the Sheep Tribe was only focused on the pottery and not mentioning the sheepskin they brought or the trade, the Eldest Senior Brother took the initiative to remind him.

The Eldest Senior Brother didn't have much time to waste; he wanted to finish putting "hats" on all the fences before the snow started falling. This way, they wouldn't have much outdoor work to do after the heavy snowfall and could stay in the warm house. Even if they didn't go to bed, it would still be more comfortable than being outside.

Seeing the chief of the Sheep Tribe jump in surprise, almost sitting on the ground, the Eldest Senior Brother didn't think much of it. He thought that the chief of the Sheep Tribe was as timid as the three little lambs in the deer pen.

Whether it was because the chief of the Sheep Tribe thought the sheepskin, which couldn't be eaten, was not very valuable, this exchange, in the Eldest Senior Brother's view, still gave the Green Sparrow Tribe a great advantage.

Eight large sheepskins could only be exchanged for one pottery jar, a widespread item in the Green Sparrow Tribe, and five small sheepskins could only be exchanged for one pottery bowl.

The Green Sparrow Tribe only spent a minimal price to obtain many high-quality sheepskins.

After the transaction was completed, the chief of the Sheep Tribe hurriedly left with a smaller jar, a pottery jar, and four pottery bowls they had exchanged for.

The recent thoughts and the timely words of the Eldest Senior Brother made his heart still not completely calm down. He felt as if someone had discovered his thoughts, and he just wanted to leave this neighboring tribe as soon as possible.

He even forgot to pay his respects to the Divine Child who was standing far away and watching them.

This was probably what they called a guilty conscience

"Wait!"

Just as he was about to leave the tribe, the heart that the chief of the Sheep Tribe had just put down suddenly rose again. However, at this moment, a voice rang out from behind him.

He had already distinguished that this voice belonged to the chief of this tribe!

Feeling guilty, the chief of the Sheep Tribe, who had the impulse to run away with his tribe members, restrained himself and turned around slowly.

The Eldest Senior Brother couldn't read minds, so he naturally didn't know about the thoughts that had occurred to the chief of the Sheep Tribe earlier. If he did, he would use spears and other means to deal with the people of the Sheep Tribe rather than smiling and pouring two jars of salt into the small jar that the Sheep Tribe had just obtained, enthusiastically telling the chief of the Sheep Tribe that they could eat as much as they wanted and come back for more for free when they were done.