I am a Primitive Man Chapter 939: Rice Planting

A historic occasion unfolded for the Green Sparrow Tribe on this day.

Following six months of careful planning, the tribe's innovative crop—rice—stood poised for sowing in the designated plots.

To Han Cheng, rice held immense importance, regarded by him as a vital basic foodstuff, surpassed solely by wheat.

Regarding grains such as millet, sorghum, corn, and soybeans, he viewed them not as genuine essentials. They sufficed for sporadic consumption, yet excess would prove distasteful.

Naturally, with rice yet to achieve broad cultivation and wheat absent entirely, millet continued serving as the tribe's primary sustenance.

The sun now climbed prominently in the morning sky. Within Jingguan City, nearly all Green Sparrow Tribe members free from other duties assembled at the freshly arranged rice field, gazing fixedly at their Divine Child, expressions brimming with thrill and eagerness.

Han Cheng, in contrast, adopted a profoundly grave demeanor.

He hiked his trousers beyond his knees and folded his sleeves above his elbows.

The vessel contained seedlings aligned precisely.

This marked the tribe's inaugural manual rice sowing endeavor. Solely Han Cheng, drawing from observations in a prior existence, possessed any familiarity; the rest remained utterly novice.

Nevertheless, this individual, devoid of even novice status in that former life, astonishingly assumed the role of chief sower.

The air retained a hint of chill. Sunbeams warmed his skin, yet immersion in the liquid promptly delivered a sharp coldness ascending his limbs, swiftly permeating his frame.

The chill bit somewhat, though it proved endurable.

Han Cheng refrained from protest. He recognized such unease as inherent to securing a bountiful fall yield.

Having traversed two existences, he shed naive illusions. He comprehended that attaining rewards in this realm required corresponding sacrifices.

A trio of tiny fish darted away upon his entry, disturbing sediment from the depths.

After momentarily acclimating to the aqueous chill and recollecting his somewhat blurred recollections of rice sowing, Han Cheng commenced laboring beneath the vigilant observation of the Green Sparrow Tribe.

He extracted a cluster of sprouts from the vessel, orienting roots downward, and inserted them into the inundated soil.

To prevent dispersal of the sprouts and facilitate insertion, he gripped them at the base rather than the foliage.

Upon inserting the initial cluster, he seized the subsequent one and embedded it into the terrain.

Every cluster comprised three to five sprouts.

On this occasion, a slight uncertainty arose concerning the intervals between clusters.

Following a short deliberation, he inserted them, maintaining roughly fifteen centimeters separation per cluster in sequence.

After embedding four clusters consecutively, his reach extended no further conveniently, prompting initiation of an adjacent row.

After brief reflection, he established the interval between rows at approximately 30 centimeters.

Certainly, this constituted merely an estimate—no implements for precise measurement existed in the field. Minor deviations in width posed negligible concerns.

Han Cheng's limb span qualified as average; unlike prodigies such as Liu Huangshu, capable of knee-touching arms, he managed only four rows per advance.

With progressive steps, the field acquired four orderly lines of vivid verdant sprouts, undulating softly in the mild vernal gusts.

Observing from the periphery, enlightenment dawned upon the Green Sparrow Tribe members.

“Thus, rice sowing proceeds,” they discerned. “It appears scarcely challenging.”

Agricultural practices lacked rigid norms. Observing a handful of demonstrations and attempting personally sufficed for rudimentary mastery.

“Observe? Rice sowing unfolds thus—remarkably straightforward. Now, disperse accordingly—ten individuals per section. Heed the intervals: fifteen centimeters separating sprout groups within rows, thirty centimeters betwixt neighboring rows.

Perfection eludes necessity; merely approximate this standard diligently.”

Upon traversing roughly ten meters, Han Cheng rose upright and grinned toward the onlookers.

All assented with nods. They claimed their allocated sprouts, dispersed, and commenced their debut rice field emulation of Han Cheng.

Initially awkward in motions, proficiency soon emerged, fueling mounting zeal in their efforts.

The barren expanses progressively greened through their toil.

As dusk arrived, weariness and aches afflicted the tribe members, yet upon departing the field to perch on the embankments, beholding the sprouts dance lightly in the twilight zephyrs, their exhaustion dissipated abruptly.

The vista held no extraordinary allure—duller than efflorescent hillside blooms, subtler than twilight spectacles, less captivating than tribal women's arboreal ascents—yet inexplicably, it captivated them endlessly.

The fulfillment and expectancy surging within differed profoundly from prior sensations.

Upon savoring their daily accomplishment amid encroaching night, they cleansed mud from limbs and implements at the waterway before proceeding to Jingguan City's central enclosure, where hearth smokes ascended.

The lunar orb, visible since midday, now radiated luminously, projecting terrestrial silhouettes.

Traversing the embankments under lunar illumination, bearing implements, they evoked harvesters concluding labors in moonlit fields.

Moonbeams cascaded fluidly, nocturnal expanse loomed immense and shadowy. Aft, incomplete fields lingered; fore, the enclosure radiated cozy amber glows. Culinary aromas wafted on winds, intermingled with sporadic canine yelps, cervine bleats, or asinine brays.

Immersed in the waters, Han Cheng arose momentarily to recuperate.

His sight drifted instinctively toward the path frequented by the elder female primitive.

Time had elapsed since their prior appearance, and per customary patterns, their return loomed imminent.

Han Cheng anticipated their coming—not merely for potential provisions, but likewise for tidings concerning the enigmatic tribe.

Though scant details had surfaced hitherto.

Nonetheless, Han Cheng harbored elevated expectations for that group—not solely due to their bronze, ceramics, and saline possessions, but also from the elder female primitive's note of their colossal quarry beasts.

During trading expeditions, they affixed commodities and bartered edibles to these behemoths for transport.

This revelation ignited profound exhilaration in Han Cheng.

He directed Mao to exhibit donkeys and deer, subsequently probing deeper.

The elder female primitive clarified the enigmatic tribe's beasts resembled neither donkeys nor deer—vastly grander in scale.

Beyond this, further elucidation evaded extraction.

Yet for Han Cheng, such insight sufficed. It compelled focus and ignited fervent curiosity regarding the tribe and these mighty creatures.

In contemplation, scant colossal beasts lent themselves to human domestication and labor: pachyderms, bovines, equines, asses, dromedaries…

He discerned the enigmatic tribe's giants excluded donkeys or elephants, absent conspicuous dorsal protuberances.

Thus narrowed, prospects dwindled—a promising omen for seekers of draft behemoths.

Barring mishaps, these giants probably constituted either bovines or equines.

Admittedly, prehistoric variances might unveil novel variants.

Regardless, Han Cheng would eagerly harness them for tribal tillage.

With such musings, his gaze revisited the elder female primitive's route. No arrivals manifested.

Curbing restlessness and letdown, he stooped anew to resume sprout insertion.

Anticipation proved acceptable, yet immediate duties demanded meticulous execution.

Failing therein, should expected occurrences falter, the entirety risked collapse—an intolerable prospect.

“#￥4@3…”

The elder female primitive uttered and deposited their burdens.

Their tribal kin, witnessing the abundant provisions upon return, erupted in delight.

However, upon espying the stooped primitive accompanying them, caution stirred among some—particularly the chieftain.

Formerly, the stooped one claimed these wares, yet now their tribe appropriated similarly—effectively seizing sustenance once the stooped tribe's domain.

In this epoch, edibles equated to riches.

Fortuitously, the stooped figure displayed no antagonism, grinning steadfastly. This markedly eased the chieftain's apprehensions.

Following discourse, the elder female primitive elucidated matters to their superior.

Grasping that these visitors harbored benign intent, merely questing the arcane Green Sparrow Tribe, the leader at last unwound.

“#@￥4@…”

Post-provision placement, the stooped primitive, ardent to attain the arcane tribe, gestured volubly and vocalized, urging the elder female primitive for swift guidance.

The elder female primitive negated emphatically with head shakes.

The stooped one perplexed—hadn't accord been reached en route? Why the reversal?

How might females exhibit such fickleness?

Proving astute, the stooped figure promptly deciphered the intent underlying the elder female primitive's unforeseen refusal.

They eyed their tribe's provisions, wavered, then proffered two parcels before the elder female primitive: escort us to the arcane tribe, and claim these edibles.

Still, the elder female primitive declined anew with head shakes.

Though enticed by the offerings, refusal persisted.

The stooped one confounded—unable to fathom her purpose.

“@#4SD…”

In their bewilderment, the elder female primitive at length articulated.