I am a Primitive Man Chapter 933: The Nesting Tribe

The folks from the Green Sparrow Alliance treasured pottery immensely, and porcelain, which was obviously far more valuable at first sight, needed no introduction in terms of its worth.

Any sensible individual, upon spotting something of great value, would inevitably feel a strong urge to possess it.

Of course, the members of the Green Sparrow Alliance weren't dim-witted—they yearned for that finely made porcelain.

Witnessing their joy, the Green Sparrow Tribe members felt just as happy.

He especially, who had personally shaped the porcelain, was overjoyed.

This signified that their group could barter it with neighboring tribes for a wealth of goods.

Much like the initial couple of years, back when he and the Divine Child first began creating pottery together.

As the guest tribes eagerly voiced their wish to acquire it, and the Green Sparrow Tribe readied themselves to trade, a tricky issue abruptly surfaced.

The issue lay in the fact that those eager to buy lacked sufficient food, hides, or other goods for swapping.

Even for the tiniest shard of porcelain, they couldn't muster the required payment.

Yet the Green Sparrow Tribe refused to drop the price—this was porcelain, no less!

It was clearly leagues ahead of regular pottery; its refined artistry required an equal value in return.

The Green Sparrow Alliance folks craving the porcelain agreed with this view.

In this shared consensus, the deal for the porcelain fizzled out.

Despite one party aching to purchase and the other eager to sell...

This formed the core of Heiwa’s annoyance.

The porcelain had been produced by him, under the Divine Child’s instructions.

It turned out stunningly gorgeous, surpassing even what the Divine Child had described.

However, exactly due to its overwhelming beauty, trading it with other tribes proved impossible...

Later arriving tribes displayed the identical response: they coveted the porcelain but didn't possess adequate food or items for barter.

The Green Sparrow Tribe pondered devaluing the pottery for exchanges, though they never followed through.

Gazing at the stunningly attractive porcelain, they found it impossible to reduce the cost.

Hence, the standoff persisted.

Had the nearby tribes held more food reserves, their group might have swapped porcelain for abundant resources—but currently, all desired to trade, yet transactions stalled because the tribes remained destitute.

Heiwa scooped up a load of manure with his shovel and spread it over the cleared area, pondering these matters.

This marked likely the initial instance where the Green Sparrow Tribe viewed surrounding groups as overly primitive.

Maybe, once the Fire Tribe showed up hauling hemp by the river, they could inquire about exchanging hemp for porcelain...

Blossoms burst forth one after another across the mountains—vibrant reds and purples in bunches, with sparse foliage and abundant petals, full of life and color.

Butterflies and bees, hidden away through the cold winter, suddenly appeared from somewhere, flitting about noisily, perfectly embodying “drawing bees and butterflies.”

The scent of blooms permeated the breeze.

Nature remains equitable: vivid-hued flowers tend to possess faint aromas, whereas those in white or yellow, appearing unassuming, often release strong fragrances into the air.

An aged-appearing fellow ascended using a pole fastened to a tree.

The pole attached to the tree measured roughly twenty centimeters in diameter, somewhat rough rather than polished, but hewn into little steps.

These steps were positioned approximately thirty centimeters apart up the pole.

Each step was tiny, just sufficient for half a foot's placement. First-timers with such a device would experience great discomfort; the faint-hearted would refuse to ascend.

Yet the tribe ahead clearly didn't fall into that group.

They were familiar with these implements, and even seniors could scale them effortlessly.

The aged-appearing man, as he ascended, released one hand to grip a container in the other, while encircling the trunk with an arm.

He wasn't scaling to harvest fruits—no fruits ripened during this time.

His ascent was to relax within the tree.

After some climbing, he arrived at around seven or eight meters high, where illumination faded.

Not due to the tree obstructing rays, but from a timber dwelling constructed amid the trunk and limbs.

The old fellow's head passed through a gap under the dwelling and entered the interior.

Following two additional steps, additional portions of his form joined inside the home.

He set the container down on the surface, took two more steps, positioned his foot level with the floor, and entered fully, detaching from the pole ladder.

The surface consisted of halved timbers laid parallel and bound with cords.

A fur layer topped it, rendering it pleasant for bare feet.

The elderly man proceeded inward, groped about, then slid open a timber pane, allowing light to enter.

He settled into a cross-legged position with the container nearby. Warmth from the sun enveloped him.

Limbs bearing blossoms and sprouts hung close to the pane. A butterfly perched quietly on a bloom, sipping sweetness.

Gazing outward, he observed loftier trees, some adorned with dwellings. Certain ones exceeded his in size, yet his remained the finest crafted.

Youngsters or grown females now and then scaled up and down via the tree-attached devices. Fresh timber homes featured limbs with flowers.

A pair of homes rocked gently.

As the tribe's senior-most, he grasped the implication of that motion.

Differing from future eras that viewed it with embarrassment, the old man regarded it as holy; these deeds fostered tribal expansion.

“@#45@#!”

Time appeared to halt.

Soon, thrilled cries echoed.

The region buzzed with activity. Individuals exited the homes, descended via tree devices, and dashed gleefully toward one spot.

The elderly man grinned.

He shifted to the pane and peered past boughs and foliage at an approaching band, fronted by a stooped shape.

They had come back from beyond.

The elderly man pulled back and descended to greet them.

With the band's arrival, the woods filled with cheerful sounds.

The returnees pressed palms to brows—a supreme gesture of honor in their group.

“@34￥￥…”

Once all completed it, the elderly man beamed, pressed his palm to his brow, then theirs—a gesture of benediction and greeting.

Next, they offloaded their burdens or those of their beasts, showcasing trade hauls.

This occasion, gazes fixed mostly on the stooped form, expecting him to unveil his pack.

Noticing this, the elderly man smiled and observed quietly.

The stooped individual undid the pack, gently peeled away fur wrappings, and exposed a pottery vessel.

The assembly hushed. The typically serene elderly man stiffened, his eyes bulging in shock.

After an instant, he advanced, inspected the vessel intently, and lifted it delicately with both hands.

Every gaze tracked the splendid porcelain held by the elderly man.

The stooped band observed him too.

This vessel had been bartered from a different group at immense expense.

Although they had encountered such pottery previously, its reappearance stirred wonder anew.

The stooped figure subsequently emptied white salt from a flask and described its advantages.

The ordinarily steady elderly man, beholding the lovely pottery and salt, quivered faintly.

Eventually, he ascended back to his arbor dwelling, cautiously passing the vessel to prevent any fall.

Within, he at last inquired about the source of the pottery and remarkable salt.

The stooped figure narrated their travels.

The elderly man served as the tribe’s Shaman, embodying sagacity.

Even he failed to conceal his amazement—some other tribe, akin to theirs, possessed pottery and salt surpassing their own.

As they conversed, clearing dwellers caught wind of the event.

“@￥%5…”

One person enthusiastically proposed locating and claiming that tribe…