I am a Primitive Man-Chapter 703: The Heavenly God Who Likes to Eat Century Eggs

The shaman holding the rabbit opened his mouth wide. The eldest senior brother standing behind the shaman opened his mouth wide. The second senior brother, who liked slinging sling stones and eating the most, also opened his mouth wide…

What made them open their mouths wide wasn’t some incredibly delicious food appearing before them, nor was it a breathtakingly beautiful woman with a towering height and a waist as wide as eight feet.

It was the newly refreshed blue brick tile house!

Everyone worked extremely fast together. After more than a day, when the rain stopped and the weather was good enough to work outside, the interior of the blue brick tile house had already been whitewashed once.

Those who whitewashed the walls finished their work and then went outside to do other tasks. Plus, Han Cheng deliberately closed the doors of the tile house, basically preventing anyone from entering inside. Because of this, the people were unaware of the changes that had occurred inside over the past few days.

In their impression, the inside of the tile house was still coated with a mixture of white lime and sand, which had dried slightly, and then covered with a thin layer of pure lime.

At that time, after whitewashing the entire room, everyone felt that the blue brick tile house looked much better than before, but just better, nothing as astonishing as now. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

No one had expected that, after just a few days of waiting, such a massive transformation would occur inside!

Now, with the doors and windows of the blue brick tile house all open, bright sunlight poured in through the doorway and windows, illuminating the interior with a dazzling whiteness.

Clean, bright, spacious… a series of feelings spontaneously arose in everyone’s hearts.

The house, unlike anything they had ever seen before, immediately stunned everyone.

To them, it was like moving winter’s snow inside the house.

The people standing inside stared blankly at the snowy white walls, and no one spoke for a moment.

“Smack!”

A crisp sound rang out. Someone got hit.

The one who hit was the shaman; the one who got hit was someone who had tried to touch the snow-white walls that no one had ever seen before.

The person whose hand was slapped by the shaman received no sympathy—on the contrary, many people glared at him.

Even the one who got hit, after looking down at his blackened hand, thought that the slap was well deserved.

“Divine… Divine Child, this…”

After a while, the eldest senior brother finally spoke, asking why the room had changed so much in just a few days.

Upon hearing his question, everyone’s attention sharpened, ears perked up, eager to hear Han Cheng’s explanation.

They all shared the eldest senior brother’s doubts, since most of them had seen the just whitewashed tile house before.

Their reactions made Han Cheng secretly pleased.

After the walls were whitewashed, he closed the doors and windows to keep people out, precisely so that at this moment they could be genuinely shocked.

Since it was summer, the weather was hot, and although the Green Sparrow tribe’s doors and windows were deliberately closed, they were not sealed perfectly. Over the course of a few days, the white lime on the walls dried thoroughly.

One important reason for the dramatic difference inside the house was that dry lime is much whiter than wet lime.

Another reason was that when they finished whitewashing and left, although the rain had stopped, the sky was still gloomy, with no sun visible.

Under such lighting conditions, even with dry walls, the interior effect would not be as good, let alone when the walls weren’t yet dry.

Thus, the massive contrast between the worst and best conditions became apparent.

After Han Cheng’s explanation, many in the tribe looked astonished, not just with the usual surprise, but with a new realization: waiting a bit longer could bring about such a huge change!

Many who hadn’t cared much about whitewashing now became eager, determined to whitewash all the houses in the tribe.

They imagined how pleasant it would be to live in such homes.

The natural human tendency to desire the good and reject the bad, coupled with years of Han Cheng’s influence and improving material conditions, made the Green Sparrow tribe’s people far more receptive than many other tribes of the era.

But the impact of lime didn’t end there.

When Han Cheng took out five century eggs—already elastic despite still in their shells—and cracked them open in front of many people, washing them with water, the tribe gained another new understanding of lime’s crucial role.

These translucent eggs, which could become solid without boiling, looked especially beautiful.

Besides the translucent quality, there were pine-like patterns inside, making those seeing such food for the first time reluctant to eat.

As the second most important figure of the Green Sparrow tribe, the shaman was fortunate enough to taste this very different egg.

The outer bouncy part wasn’t delicious, but the yolk inside was truly fragrant.

After savoring it carefully, the shaman even wanted to eat another.

Thus, after connecting the food with lime, lime’s status among the Green Sparrow tribe people rose sharply.

The shaman even planned to hold another ceremony once the newly preserved century eggs were ready.

The offering to the heavenly god would be the well-made century eggs and lime.

Because the shaman believed that such beautiful food would be a delight to the heavenly god.

The heavenly god had never communicated with the shaman, but the shaman thought, “If the Divine Child likes century eggs, then a god so great could only like them.”

Time flew quickly, ordinary days tinged with a unique flavor.

In such an atmosphere, summer passed and autumn arrived.

As some yellow leaves succumbed to the harshness of autumn and fell from the branches, the most anticipated harvest of the year came.

With the bronze plow, although most of the Green Sparrow tribe was busy expanding the tribe, their fields increased by five to six hundred acres compared to last year.

This year, the heavens were favorable, with good weather and rainfall, resulting in an excellent harvest.

After a rather sumptuous harvest feast, the people of the Green Sparrow tribe took up sickles and wheelbarrows, enthusiastically throwing themselves into the laborious yet joyful autumn harvest.

While the Green Sparrow tribe greeted the harvest with high spirits, far away at another place, another tribe was also starting their autumn harvest…