I am a Primitive Man-Chapter 937: Look, the Divine Child is Snacking During Class Again!

“Splash~ splash~…”

Han Cheng and several others who had been helping him tend the seedlings over the past few days scooped water from a jar with dippers, sprinkling it carefully over the thriving young plants.

Perhaps it was because of some innate agricultural instinct in his bloodline, but Han Cheng—who in his later life had little exposure to farming—found himself enjoying contact with the soil.

Watching seeds sprout under his care, grow into tender shoots, and eventually bear fruit filled him with a deep, uncontainable joy.

Of course, there was one condition: he couldn’t be forced to plant on a large scale.

Once it became mass planting, the activity would no longer be enjoyable—it would turn into a kind of torture.

The sun was already low in the west, and as it gradually descended, the temperature began to drop.

After watering the seedlings, Han Cheng and the others picked up the straw mats that had been set aside and carefully layered them over the plants. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Thanks to the wooden frame bows beneath, the mats didn’t crush the seedlings.

This was a method of keeping the seedlings warm.

Ideally, covering them with impermeable plastic sheets would have been best, but the tribe lacked such high-tech materials, so they made do with what they had.

Though less effective than plastic, it was still better than nothing.

Once this task was complete, night was approaching. Smoke rose from Jin’guan City, blending with the dusk—some women who had returned early from the fields were cooking there.

Those still working in the distant fields now carried their tools back to the tribe.

As they walked, they chatted casually, savoring the peaceful, fleeting moments.

Standing tall, Han Cheng looked around and felt as though everything before him could be painted into a picture…

That evening, in a room in Jin’guan City, a fire was lit with a circle of children sitting around it.

They held textbooks in their hands, using the firelight to follow Han Cheng—the Divine Child and the school’s principal—as he taught them diligently.

After several rounds of instruction, Han Cheng lit another small fire closer to the center of the room. The children returned to their seats to read aloud. Those able to read an entire passage fluently began practicing the characters or chose to recite the text from memory.

Meanwhile, Han Cheng enjoyed a rare moment of leisure.

He fetched an old clay pot, set it on the fire pit, and took two bunches of soybeans from his pocket, slowly roasting them over the flame.

After a while, the aroma of roasted soybeans filled the room.

The reading voices softened as some children sniffed the air and sneakily glanced at Han Cheng, who was diligently roasting the soybeans.

Some couldn’t help but swallow their saliva.

Han Cheng ignored them, focusing solely on roasting the beans.

The reading voices quieted briefly but soon returned, louder than before.

Amidst this, Han Cheng finished roasting the soybeans.

Using two sticks, he lifted the pot off the fire and set it on the ground to cool.

Once the beans were cool, he picked one up, popped it into his mouth, and bit down—the crunch released a rich, roasted aroma.

If paired with a small bowl of wine, taking a sip along with the beans would have been even more delightful.

Back in school, teachers always had to prevent students from snacking in class.

Now that he was the teacher, his students didn’t eat during lessons—he, in turn, openly enjoyed his snack.

Seeing Han Cheng slowly pop roasted beans into his mouth, the children read with renewed vigor. Two of them even placed their textbooks on their clay desktops and began reciting from memory.

By the time Han Cheng reached the twenty-third bean, a child approached him with a textbook, mumbling the words as he walked.

Han Cheng took the book from him, and the child began reciting fluently.

Once he finished, Han Cheng nodded in approval, marked the book with a red “Recited,” and handed him twenty roasted beans from the pot.

The child clutched the book under his arm, held the beans with both hands, and ran back to his seat, excited, popping a bean into his mouth with a satisfying crunch—as if savoring a magical treat.

Many children swallowed in envy, and the reading voices in the room rose even louder.

Another child who had placed his book on the desk now picked it up to recite and receive his beans.

After a while, he returned happily, holding nineteen beans.

This scene spurred the remaining children even further.

In the past, they knew the later one finished reciting, the fewer beans they would get—sometimes only one for the last.

Since it was spring planting season and the tribe was busy, Han Cheng had thoughtfully moved classes to the evening.

This time, he planned to leave some people behind, so he selected participants who were mostly accompanied by their spouses.

Thus, after a full day of work, the adults could rest peacefully at night.

Han Cheng, however, was restless. Not being a mischievous old man, he couldn’t just sleep early. The children weren’t yet old enough to play games, so to avoid wasting time, he held lessons during this period.

The arrangement solved multiple problems at once.

Moreover, sitting around a fire at night to teach had an indescribable charm.

If only overeating roasted soybeans didn’t cause gas, everything would be perfect…

“@#4￥4…”

The hunchbacked primitive shouted with excitement, and those following him echoed his call, like a repeating machine in a modern chat group.

Of course, they were thrilled. After a long journey, they had returned to the area where exquisite pottery and salt had appeared.

Thinking of the wonderful scene the old Shaman had described before they left, and recalling the wealth of goods they had obtained from the Red Tiger Tribe using these two items, the group could barely contain their excitement—they wanted to immediately find a tribe capable of producing the items for trade.

Their renewed energy enabled them to cover the same distance in two days instead of the usual three.

After shouting for a while, the excited Nesting Tribe, led by the hunchbacked primitive, set off to trade and search simultaneously…

Bees buzzed among the flowers, spreading a sweet scent.

The warming sunlight filtered through branches, leaving dappled patterns on the ground.

The hunchbacked primitive stood exhausted, staring up at the sky.

Other primitives around him also seemed dispirited, no longer as excited as when they first arrived.

Most of the pottery and salt they carried had already been traded for food and furs.

Yet, even after so long, they had not encountered anyone producing fine pottery and clean salt like theirs.

“@#￥TY…”

After staring at the sun and letting its warmth reach his weary heart, the hunchbacked primitive lowered his head and spoke.

At his command, the resting group resumed their journey toward a nearby tribe…

“@￥SDD…”

At the same time, the older female primitive nearby shouted loudly and waved to the tribe’s leader behind them.

Unlike the hunchbacked group, the women led by the older female were full of energy and joy, radiating vigor.

Seeing the food and furs carried on their shoulders, their round eyes bent with smiles, and their spirits soared.

Under the guidance of several people with stones and sticks, they weaved their way toward an unknown tribe.

Previously, without the hooks provided by the mysterious Green Sparrow Tribe, they could carry only limited amounts of goods. With the hooks, they could transport much more, allowing them to visit more tribes in a single trip.

The next afternoon, the Nesting Tribe, led by the hunchbacked primitive, arrived at this tribe.

The tribe’s leader, just returned from hunting, felt relieved seeing the hunchbacked primitive and the pottery they carried.

Luckily, their tribe had recently encountered another tribe with better pottery and salt. Otherwise, if this tribe had come first, they wouldn’t have had enough food to trade for the superior items…

“@#34￥4?!”

After some partially incomprehensible communication, the hunchbacked primitive learned from this leader where the tribe they had been seeking had gone after leaving this area. Excited, he jumped up from the ground.

“@#4ED…”

Calming himself slightly, he quickly asked the leader where the group with fine pottery had gone.

After a somewhat difficult exchange, the leader understood the hunchbacked primitive’s meaning.

He reached out, ready to point the way the older female had gone.

But then, as if recalling something, he hesitated, lowering his hand.

“@￥W#4…”

He spoke, pointing to the food the hunchbacked primitive carried, and quickly brought out the bowl the older female had received as a guide reward, lifting it toward the group.

The message was clear: they had to pay an equivalent amount of food to learn the direction the women had taken.

This, again, was orchestrated indirectly by Han Cheng through the older female.

Understanding the leader’s intention, the hunchbacked primitive was momentarily stunned.

He remembered the leader as hospitable—why was he suddenly so shrewd?

Confusion aside, this was their closest opportunity to the mysterious tribe—they could not miss it.

Without hesitation, the hunchbacked primitive agreed to the leader’s terms.

He ordered someone from their tribe to open their packs, line up as many people as they had fingers on both hands, stand in place, and extend their fingers.

Then, in front of the leader, they scooped out food into the fine pottery bowl—one hundred bowls in total—before stopping.

By then, all the food in their two packs belonged to this tribe.

This method of exchange had been proposed by the leader of another tribe during their previous trade for fine pottery and salt.

Seeing the mountain of food and the pottery bowl in hand, the tribe leader suddenly felt a little dizzy…