I am a Primitive Man

The autumn weather was clear and refreshing, the sunlight not too harsh, and though lacking a gentle breeze for those who enjoyed autumn scenery, it was perfect for the people of the Green Sparrow tribe. They had cleared a wide isolation strip and prepared to set it ablaze.

"Hiss, hiss…"

The proficient Fire One, who had mastered the hand drill, squatted next to a large pile of broken branches and dry leaves, using the modified hand drill designed for fire-making.

The well-tensioned leather cord swung back and forth, rapidly spinning the blackened wooden drill attached to it. Black powder flowed out from the wooden pit, landing on the dry and delicate fire tinder below, accompanied by rising smoke.

Fire One put down the hand drill, picked up the smoking fire tinder, and blew on it ‘huffing' with a mouth that had lost some teeth.

As the smoke gradually dispersed, flames began to leap.

The ignited fire tinder was placed on the edge of the large pile of dry branches and leaves. Soon, a spark turned into a raging fire.

Despite his less agile legs, Fire One, who insisted on lighting the fire, held the ignition tools, taking quick steps at his fastest speed outside the isolation strip.

Running with sweat on his forehead, Fire One arrived outside the isolation strip, turned around, and looked at the smoke and flames that had already risen. In his cloudy old eyes was a flicker of awe and excitement.

Giant flames soared, devouring the dry branches and leaves, and the scorching heat swept over. The Green Sparrow tribe members watching the fire outside the isolation strip couldn't help but step back four or five yards.

Even though they had done this last year, the people of the Green Sparrow tribe still showed expressions of astonishment as they watched the fire.

It had rained a couple of days ago, and the thicker parts of the pile of dry branches and leaves in the middle were not completely dry. Now, under the fierce fire burning, a thick column of smoke rose slowly, seemingly reaching the sky, resembling a signal fire.

Of course, if the surrounding trees were replaced with a desert, the animal skins on the people standing around were replaced with armor and weapons, and a faded flag was stuck on the side, it would create an even more ominous atmosphere of beacon fire and smoke.

It seemed unnecessary now, but the current scene was already extremely frightening!

At least a group of people three or four miles away from here had already been scared by this spectacular scene.

The leader of the Green tribe, covered in dirty green, suddenly stopped and, along with more than ten people following him, looked in amazement at the column of smoke rising in the distance, connecting with the clouds, his mouth wide open, eyes flashing with a frightened light.

In amazement, the leader of the Green tribe and the others quickly tightened their weapons, cautiously observing the surrounding bushes, then turned their gaze toward the column of smoke, preparing to run if things went wrong.

After staying in place for a while without detecting any danger, the people of the Green tribe, carrying many things on their backs and in their arms, felt a bit relieved.

Watching the smoke column, which showed no signs of diminishing and instead became denser, the leader of the Green tribe suddenly sighed.

He looked at his tribe members, carrying large and small packages, and his expression became even more melancholy.

"@#$@#4%!"

He turned and said to the people behind him, then walked away.

"￥%!@≈"

Someone voiced their doubts.

For the rich neighboring tribe, their impression was quite profound.

After participating in the joyful gathering, they often dreamt of people from various other tribes, men and women alike.

This year, however, was markedly different. After the joyful gathering, the most frequent thing appearing in their dreams was the mysterious object placed on fire, resembling stones yet different from stones—known as pottery.

Of course, in the dreams, the pottery was always filled with steaming and fragrant fish soup that seemed endlessly delicious. Sometimes, two thin sticks, called chopsticks by the neighboring tribes, would also appear. Holding these sticks, they couldn't pick up the delicious food, leading many to cry out in frustration, only to wake up eventually…

Over this extended period, the magic of pottery and the deliciousness of fish soup hadn't faded with time; instead, they became even clearer and more profound.

Previously, the tribe always had a shortage of food, and they had to endure it. Now, with the arrival of autumn and an increase in food supply, their itching hearts, tormented by hunger, couldn't wait any longer. They eagerly brought food and set off toward the prosperous tribe, even giving up hunting and gathering fruits.

After walking for a long time, they were finally about to reach it, but the chief wanted to lead them back. Naturally, they were unwilling.

The leader of the Green tribe stopped and looked at the reluctant crowd.

He, too, was unwilling to return just like this.

The people in the tribe longed for pottery and delicious food, and he also longed for them. During these days, he used the pottery he had exchanged from the Green Sparrow tribe to learn from them, placing it on a stone over the fire and cooking food.

However, no matter how he did it, the taste was far from the prosperity of the neighboring tribe, even if he put the most delicious meat inside.

After much contemplation and numerous attempts, he attributed the problem to the small size of the pottery he used for cooking.

After thinking it over multiple times, he finally brought food and exchanged it for a larger pottery.

By exchanging the pottery used by the neighboring tribe for cooking, his tribe could also make delicious food.

Thinking about being able to eat such delicious food every day in the future, the leader of the Green tribe couldn't help but feel joy and anticipation, with saliva almost flowing out of his mouth. He needed to swallow it to prevent it from leaking.

However, at this moment…

He looked at the thick smoke column with a mixture of fear, deep helplessness, regret, and sympathy for the fate of that powerful tribe.

He remembered the route very clearly, and where the thick smoke column rose was the dwelling place of the prosperous tribe!

The scale of this smoke column far exceeded any smoke he had seen before, and even from this distance, he could smell the scent of burning firewood. Without even thinking, he knew the fate of that tribe would be tragic.

"%#^≈#@~"

Pointing at the thick smoke column, he explained to the tribe that the prosperous tribe was facing a disaster, and from now on, there might not be such a thing as that tribe.

Upon hearing this, the people of the Green tribe showed expressions of fear, relief, and regret.

"@4!%~￥"

The person who had shouted to stop the leader of the Green tribe and asked about the reason, unlike others, after thinking for a while, spoke again. He put down what he was holding and used gestures to express himself.

After understanding what this person meant, the leader of the Green tribe's eyes suddenly lit up…

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