I am a Primitive Man Chapter 938: The Hunchbacked Primitive: Why Does My Heart Suddenly Hurt?

Back when their tribe exchanged for the fine pottery from that different group, they didn't need to offer anywhere near this quantity of provisions.

Then why was this group suddenly providing his tribe with such an abundance of supplies?

The chief of the tribe grew lightheaded just pondering it.

He itched to express his suspicion, yet upon gazing at the massive stack of foodstuffs, he decided against it.

No soul in their tribe ever gripes about possessing an excess of nourishment.

He cast another look at the enormous haul the visiting group bore away and abruptly sensed ease washing over him.

Ah, now he grasped the true essence of that proverb: “With plenty of food in store, generosity flows freely!”

Having been gifted this unexpected bounty of provisions, the tribe's chief wasted no more time. He promptly directed a handful of his clansmen to escort the stooped primitive along the path the elder woman primitive had followed, toward a close-by tribe.

As he observed the stooped band rushing away under his folk's direction, the chief eyed the superb pottery and the mound of food he clutched once more, a wave of elation surging through him—he even dreamed of future chances for more visitors seeking his tribe's guidance…

In the meantime, the elder woman primitive, shouldering their meticulously bundled wares on carrying poles, left behind this freshly encountered tribe.

The rewards from these dealings were immense.

Upon their arrival, just a small number bore pottery and salt obtained from the enigmatic Green Sparrow Tribe.

By the trip's end, their burdens brimmed to the top.

Beholding all this sustenance, the party yearned to head back the way they came.

Gazing at the leftover pottery and salt, the elder woman primitive weighed their proposal and turned it down.

Sustenance diminishes with time. Hauling it across days would inevitably dwindle their stock.

This would lighten their burdens and create room for fresh acquisitions from upcoming barters.

Thus, mirroring prior actions, she produced yet another pottery vessel and presented it to the tribe's chief, indicating that one of his people ought to direct them to a proximate tribe.

Following a brief talk, as the chief comprehended the elder woman primitive's aims, he eagerly consented, stashing the pottery vessel—swapped for a reasonable portion of food—and dispatched a few of his tribesmen to lead them.

Once the elder woman primitive had gone, the stooped contingent showed up.

Upon hearing she'd departed, the impatient stooped chief didn't delay. He snatched the bowl from the tribe's leader, summoned ten of his own clansmen, made them hold out their digits, and started ladling out the contents.

This display shocked the tribe's chief and the rest, leaving them completely baffled.

Luckily, the escorts assigned to the stooped group shared a tongue with this adjacent tribe and swiftly clarified the circumstances. It was only then that the tribe began to grasp the events.

“￥…”

Having rapidly extracted a century's worth of bowls filled with provisions, the stooped chief thrust the hefty bowl back into the tribe leader's grasp, still dazed, and pressed urgently for guidance.

The reeling leader indicated a single direction with his finger.

In line with his point, the stooped primitive spotted a band of folks rising from a nearby dip in the land, making for a somewhat desolate mound.

The view momentarily froze him.

He eyed the heaps of provisions he'd unearthed and set down, then the party ascending the stark hill. For an instant, words failed to capture his emotions.

Only folks from eras ahead who had ever summoned a cab, stated their stop, scarcely sat down, only for the driver to declare arrival would comprehend his sensation.

“4￥4…”

At last encountering the folks he'd frantically sought, the stooped primitive lacked the vigor to fret over the provision swap.

He halted for a beat, then ordered his tribe to trail him at once to close the gap.

The provisions remained behind as an offering to this tribe.

As he watched the group depart swiftly, hauling goods and herding massive creatures from his tribe, the leader rubbed his head in utter astonishment once again.

This marked the inaugural occasion his tribe secured food with such simplicity…

“￥4￥…”

The stooped primitive murmured orders and lashed the massive creatures using sticks broken from the wayside.

The beasts quickened their gait beneath the strikes, though they'd soon lag once more.

Noticing this, the stooped primitive lifted the sticks anew, spurring them forward.

After a spell, the gap between the pairs steadily narrowed.

The elder woman primitive, bearing their loads, caught sounds and halted, twisting to behold the stooped group drawing near.

For a flash, alarm gripped them, uncertain of the pursuit's cause.

But the alarm swiftly dissolved, giving way to delight.

They identified the nearing band.

It wasn't due to exceptional vision—they noted the shining tools and hefty quarry borne in the sun's rays, clear signs of the stooped group.

At long last, they'd rejoined these individuals!

This thought unified the elder woman primitive's party.

These past days, it wasn't solely the stooped group hunting for them—they too craved another encounter with the stooped group.

The Divine Child from the arcane Green Sparrow Tribe had often inquired about this group, wishing for their paths to cross.

If the Divine Child desired the meeting, they naturally yearned to locate them posthaste.

After all, this stood among the scarce wishes from the benevolent Divine Child of the Green Sparrow Tribe.

“￥3￥…”

The elder woman primitive uttered, directing all to lower their burdens and await the stooped group.

Observing their halt, the stooped primitive hastened their stride, flogging the beasts with greater force.

It struck odd—the creatures, so immense, showed no defiance, merely accelerated…

Ere long, the two bands—both seasoned in bartering—converged.

Beholding the elder woman primitive, the stooped chief felt astonishment; he knew these folk.

His band's members possessed solid recall, particularly the chiefs.

They had to commit to mind the trails linking tribes, water sources' spots, and vital personages.

Some might not have started with keen remembrance, but through the years, it sharpened.

This held no sorcery; it was mere endurance. Folks etched details deep since survival hung on it.

For instance, Shang had leaned on Mao for bearings earlier, sparing him route memorization. Solo, matters shifted entirely…

Spotting the elder woman primitive, the stooped chief summoned memories of their tribe's whereabouts and state.

Their tribe exceeded the average in size, yet couldn't craft those two splendid goods on their own.

Past exchanges saw them bartering food for pottery and salt.

Had they the skill to produce such, food trades would prove needless.

Hence, this tribe, akin to his, sourced these scarce treasures via deals with mightier groups, then relayed them onward.

Precisely as he and the elder shaman had surmised.

Shaped by his tribe's shaman, the stooped chief proved astute.

Even prior to the elder woman primitive's words, he'd pieced together much of the tale.

“4……”

Post-convergence, the two tribes initiated talks.

Having crossed paths before and bartered repeatedly, they comprehended one another decently.

Though discourse proved tricky, it avoided true clumsiness.

One band hunted pottery and salt, the other aimed to be guided to the Green Sparrow Tribe. Even with nuances missed, the purpose shone through.

With comprehension set, the leftover steps flowed without hitch.

The elder woman primitive intended to swap her remaining pottery and salt for food at the ensuing tribe, then steer the stooped group toward the Green Sparrow Tribe.

The stooped chief, burning to attain the Green Sparrow Tribe, balked at first.

Yet grasping the elder woman primitive's plan, he proposed bartering food for the valued wares.

Seizing his intent, the elder woman primitive assented with pleasure.

It wrapped the trades sans extra treks—none fancied detours.

In the midst of the swap, the stooped chief added a minor caution. He refrained from direct bartering, instead allowing the elder woman primitive to handle it.

As he watched her summon more folk than one hand's fingers, fanning out their hands, the stooped chief felt a sharp twinge of regret.

Prior tribes seeking pottery in trades truly exacted hefty food tolls.

He knew the rationale—it built their vast food reserves—but knowing scarcely dulled the ache.

Post-swap, the elder woman primitive's leftover pottery and salt went to the stooped group, as their tribe's food went to the women.

With pottery fully bartered, the women required no more tribal visits.

They sorted their goods and, under the elder woman primitive's lead, ventured in a unified direction.

En route, the elder woman primitive eyed the hefty quarry the stooped group transported, while the stooped chief wondered at their pole-laden hauling.

He resolved his tribe would fashion akin implements soon.

He skipped trading food for the poles—they seemed basic enough to mimic sans resource waste.

This echoed the primal take on “DIY knockoffs”…

Beneath the springtime sun, Jin’guan City brimmed with vitality, shown in the robust sprouts Han Cheng and his crew had tenderly raised.

At the nursery plots, Han Cheng and company crouched, relocating the heartiest seedlings from the initial patches, sparing the frailer ones for extended growth in the coming cycle…