I am a Primitive Man-Chapter 929: The Twelve Years of Green Sparrow Finally Come to an End

It did not snow in Jinguancheng, but the weather had begun to turn cold.

The sunlight spilling from the sky had little warmth when it touched people.

A thin layer of ice had formed over the water, resembling goosebumps; hence, it was also called “goosebump ice.”

In such weather, it was clearly unsuitable to dig canals barefoot, so most of the Green Sparrow Tribe’s people stood on dry ground, swinging their tools to clear the land.

Han Cheng also held a rake, raising it and letting it fall repeatedly, working alongside everyone to clear the land.

His body had fully grown, and his strength had increased considerably. Now, with everyone in the tribe laboring intensely, it was not fitting for him to idle.

More importantly, in this weather, not exerting oneself physically would leave one feeling cold.

Of course, Han Cheng would never tell the rest of the tribe this, as it would damage his image as a tall and mighty figure in their eyes.

Who would be moved by someone only working because they are cold? Isn’t it far more inspiring to see the Divine Child laboring tirelessly to build Jinguancheng—teaching the tribe’s young ones reading and writing in the morning, then picking up a rake in the afternoon to work the land, never resting for a moment?

After a while of digging, Han Cheng no longer felt cold; sweat even formed on his forehead. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Indeed, life lies in movement—digging was an excellent way to ward off the cold…

A chilly wind blew, and Mao Er carefully brushed a small basin of paste onto the doors and doorframes of Jinguancheng.

Two others followed him, holding red paper strips with brush-written characters, aligning them carefully before sticking them onto the places Mao Er had pasted.

After pasting the red-paper Spring Festival couplets and the square-shaped “Fu” characters onto the doors, the festive atmosphere was instantly highlighted.

Unconsciously, time had reached the end of the year, and under Han Cheng’s orders, preparations for the Spring Festival began in Jinguancheng.

For Han Cheng, coming from the future, the New Year held a deep obsession.

At his command, Jinguancheng immediately became lively.

As everyone busied themselves, various ingredients were gradually prepared, and the aroma filled the area.

Han Cheng, who no longer cooked often, personally took to the kitchen to prepare his specialty, braised pork, delighting everyone with cheers.

The yellow sun hung not far above the western horizon, too lazy to move, eventually disappearing from the sky.

At that moment, everyone’s New Year’s Eve dinner in Jinguancheng was served.

There was braised pork, red-cooked river shrimp, braised fish, lightly fried then steamed meat, and golden roasted lamb chops…

Several circular arrangements of bowls, large and small, were displayed.

The rice was still steamed millet, but the drink had changed.

It was no longer deer milk, nor goat milk, but rice tea with some sun-dried red dates added.

Add a bit of honey, and it becomes a sweet date rice porridge.

Once a bowl of wine was poured for each person, Han Cheng stood holding his bowl, inviting everyone to drink together.

Everyone clinked their bowls and drank in one gulp.

The sour and astringent wine flowed down their throats, turning into a warm current.

Some exhaled the wine vapor with delight, others stuck out their tongues, grinning.

After a bowl of wine, everyone picked up their chopsticks and reached for the delicious food before them.

“Woof, woof, woof…”

At that moment, the tribe’s dogs barked loudly, signaling activity around the tribe.

Those who had just been eating in the courtyard put down their chopsticks, alert.

“It’s them! They’re coming with their loads!”

A member of the Green Sparrow Tribe, stationed on the wall for guard duty, holding a bowl, turned to the crowd and shouted.

Upon hearing that the elder female primitive was approaching, everyone relaxed and continued eating.

Han Cheng couldn’t help but sniff lightly; he suspected the elder females had followed the aroma, timing their arrival perfectly. Otherwise, how could they come exactly at mealtime, coinciding with the most lavish meal of the year?

Although he felt reluctant about his tribe’s food, wishing the person on the wall could inform the elders that the tribe members were absent, Han Cheng ultimately did not act on it.

Instead, he had someone prepare a stack of bowls, taking a portion of each dish they had just begun eating, and offered it to these visitors.

Fortunately, this meal was prepared in large portions, all served in basins.

Two chopsticks per “table,” a bowl would be filled.

One bowl distributed across several basins would not look excessive.

This meal, no matter what, had to be shared. Normally, this would be negotiable, but during the New Year, anyone who came had to be served food from the tribe.

When the elder female arrived in the inner courtyard of Jinguancheng, the food was ready for them.

Just like the Green Sparrow Tribe’s feast, there were sixteen types in total.

The tribe’s people had food in basins, while the elder female had it in bowls.

Even so, sixteen bowls together were still spectacular, especially with the delicious food inside each.

Seeing the many delicacies arranged among the tribe, even the elder female was completely stunned.

The shock was no less than when they had discovered that the Green Sparrow Tribe had built such large caves in the short time since their departure.

How could they be so wealthy? How could they eat so much at once?

Could one really consume so much in a single meal?

After several trades, the elder female considered their tribe quite wealthy, though not on par with the mysterious Green Sparrow Tribe; they believed the gap had narrowed considerably.

Yet now, upon seeing this scene at the Green Sparrow Tribe, all their pride seemed insignificant.

The distance between their tribe and the Green Sparrow Tribe had not shortened—it had grown insurmountable.

What kind of tribe was this?!

When they thought they had seen the tribe at its strongest and wealthiest, they discovered there was even more power and wealth that had not yet been displayed…

The feeling was overwhelmingly intense.

At Han Cheng’s signal, Mao put down his chopsticks, approached the elder female, conveyed Han Cheng’s intentions, and pointed to the food prepared for them.

Realizing that the exquisite food in the bowls was meant for them, the elder females were even more astonished.

Such beautiful and abundant food, offered to them?

This tribe was incredibly kind and generous!

These were mostly irresistible meat dishes!

The elder female was dazed.

Pointing at the food and looking at Mao, he smiled and nodded. She then looked at Han Cheng, a short distance away, who also smiled and nodded.

Only then did she believe what she had understood moments ago was true.

Seeing the friendly smiles of the Green Sparrow Tribe and the sumptuous food, the elder female could not resist the temptation.

However, she did not immediately let her group eat; instead, she took a large food bundle from one end of her load and pushed it to Mao.

Mao shook his head with a smile and pushed it back.

The elder female refused, pushing it back at him.

This scene made the tribe’s people smile even more warmly.

This was the most primitive form of mutual courtesy.

Seeing the elder insist, Han Cheng allowed Mao to accept the bundle, and the elder female began to eat the New Year’s Eve meal prepared for them by the Green Sparrow Tribe.

After just a little, their eyes widened in astonishment.

They had never eaten such delicious food!

After one bite, the elder female thought she had given too little.

Such delicious food could not be exchanged for her tribe’s single bundle!

She stood up and took another bundle, originally meant for trading pottery and salt, to offer to the Green Sparrow Tribe.

Han Cheng did not accept this bundle; instead, he had more food delivered to them.

After a while, Han Cheng cheerfully brought over a wine jar.

He personally poured wine for them and drank together.

Seeing the elder female grimace after drinking, the tribe laughed kindly.

Though puzzled why these mysterious and wealthy people drank something so unpleasant yet precious in the tribe, the elder female laughed along.

After a while, the elder female began to appreciate its delightful taste…

After a joyful time, all the delicious food was eaten.

Just as the elder females thought the day was over, the tribe took new action.

Piles of bonfires were lit, and everyone jumped and danced around them.

Due to the rush this year, no bamboo was found near Jinguancheng, so no firecrackers were set off, yet everyone still had a lively celebration.

Much of this joy was due to the presence of the elder females.

Seeing their surprise and helplessness at the sound of the gongs and drums, and their awkward attempts to imitate the tribe’s movements under guidance, the Green Sparrow Tribe found it amusing.

The only regret was that, during their first New Year’s Eve in Jinguancheng, there was no snow.

While bonfires blazed and gongs and drums sounded in Jinguancheng, large bonfires also lit up the distant Green Sparrow main tribe.

More people gathered, jumping and celebrating together.

In the Copper Mountain residential area, Shang, slightly tipsy and flushed, beat the drum vigorously to enhance the festive atmosphere.

The roaring fires tore through the night sky, illuminating a vast area.

From above, one could see three places in the darkness, each with a bonfire lit simultaneously.

Had the Third Eldest Brother from the Qinling district not returned after the snowfall, there would have been four such points.

The scattered fires flickered in the dark, like stars in the night sky.

Perhaps, after many, many years, more places would light fires at such moments.

These countless connected lights would shine as brilliantly as stars…

“Happy New Year”

After spending New Year’s Eve with the Green Sparrow Tribe, the elder female realized why the tribe celebrated with such joy—it was an extremely important festival for them.

Though they did not fully understand what a festival was, after joining the previous day’s revelry, they had a vague sense of it.

Even without fully grasping this “Nian” festival, they did not stop enjoying it or imagining how wonderful it would be if their own tribe could celebrate the same way.

Seeing the tribe’s people dressed neatly, bowing to each other with smiles and speaking the same words, the elder females awkwardly imitated them, speaking in the Green Sparrow Tribe’s language…

The elder femaleleft with some traded pottery and salt, taking with them twelve years of Green Sparrow.

With their departure, the thirteenth year of Green Sparrow quietly arrived.

No snow fell in Jinguancheng, so after a five-day New Year break, the people returned to the fields with their tools under Han Cheng’s leadership to continue clearing land.

Meanwhile, somewhere unknown, another group of people also set out from their tribe with supplies…