I am a Primitive Man

Chapter 188: a flash of inspiration

The chief of the Green Tribe smirked smugly as he looked at the people of the Green Sparrow Tribe gathered before him, then glanced at the many furs and useless grass tufts laid out in front of him, his face glowing with satisfaction.

Occasionally, he glanced at a tribe member standing beside him, showing a hint of approval.

The people of this tribe must be very surprised at how quickly they returned and brought so many things back, right?

The chief of the Green Tribe guessed correctly; Han Cheng and the others were very surprised.

Considering the distance between the Green Sparrow Tribe and the Green Tribe, it would take about the same amount of time for the Green Tribe's people to return by car.

Moreover, they returned with heavy pottery.

However, where did the pottery they took earlier go if they hadn't returned? And how did they acquire these furs and grains?

The Senior Eldest Brother looked at the smirking chief of the Green Tribe, who was chatting loudly with him, his face filled with doubt.

Could it be that the world he came to wasn't just a primitive era, but a world without fighting spirit, yet with magic and wizardry?

Could the people from the neighboring Green Tribe have magical powers?

Han Cheng's mind raced with thoughts, and he couldn't help but smile.

He almost fooled himself into believing it.

Han Cheng looked at the chief of the Green Tribe standing outside, looking very pleased with himself, and thought this guy was indeed cunning.

There was only one possible explanation for the current situation: when they came earlier, the people of the Green Tribe had brought these things with them. To gain as much advantage as possible from their tribe, after getting close to their tribe, they hid the fur and grains and only brought the pottery.

If the large pottery and the small pottery produced the same tasting soup, he couldn't resolve this matter himself, and they would do the same as they are now, taking out the things they brought and exchanging them for goods.

Or perhaps they thought he was deliberately keeping secrets and then took out these hidden items to bribe him

Sure enough, interests were a good thing. Under its drive, primitive people became less primitive

The chief of the Green Tribe was a short-tempered person. After exchanging the fur and grain for two pottery jars and ten pottery bowls, he proudly explained the whole matter to the Senior Eldest Brother, confirming Han Cheng's guess almost entirely.

Feeling like he had regained the upper hand, the chief of the Green Tribe led his people away with their newly exchanged pottery, looking extremely pleased.

Of course, he was overjoyed because, as per his original expectations, these furs and less tasty grains were meant to be exchanged for ways to make the soup taste better.

Now, not only did he obtain salt to make the soup delicious, but he also exchanged it for many precious pottery items, which were practically picked up for nothing. Naturally, he was ecstatic.

It's unknown whether this guy would still be as happy once he learned about the intentions of the Green Sparrow Tribe's shrewd but seemingly foolish godson.

After walking for a while, the people of the Green Tribe stopped at a considerable distance from the Green Sparrow Tribe.

They cleared away the pulled-up grass, revealing a large pottery jar and two pottery jars.

The chief of the Green Tribe patted the pottery with a happy smile and personally carried the large jar back to his tribe, looking like a triumphant general returning from victory.

Han Cheng didn't care about the chief of the Green Tribe's little schemes.

While the chief of the Green Tribe thought about gaining advantages from the Green Sparrow Tribe, Han Cheng planned to swallow the entire Green Tribe.

Standing at different heights naturally revealed different attitudes.

After a day of relaxation, life in the Green Sparrow Tribe returned to normal. The land was tilled, the grass was cut, rabbits were chased, and chickens' backsides were peeped at The days were plain but flavorful.

The chief of the Green Tribe was cooking soup again, this time in the Green Sparrow Tribe. He carefully reviewed the steps of soup-making, remembering them all, feeling confident.

Especially when he saw the jar of snow-white salt, his heart was even more assured.

Before starting to cook the soup, he took a step ahead and pounded his chest, assuring the tribe members that they would make delicious soup this time.

The flames under the large pot were burning, and the water inside had already started to boil.

Following Han Cheng's example, he found a thin stick and prodded the meat inside the pot. Feeling it was right, he instructed someone to remove the fire.

Then, he picked up a bowl and scooped some soup from the pot, letting those who didn't go to the Green Sparrow Tribe this time taste it individually.

Of course, these people complied, but the soup tasted the same as before; it wasn't as delicious as the chief had claimed

Seeing the puzzled looks of the people after tasting the soup, the chief of the Green Tribe felt satisfied. He cleared his throat and then solemnly picked up the jar of salt.

Like Han Cheng, he tilted the jar to let the people see the pure white salt inside, then turned around mysteriously and poured the salt into the pot.

The chief of the Green Tribe had a deep memory of the failures of the previous attempts to cook soup publicly, so this time, he was determined to shock the tribe's people with delicious soup.

While pouring the salt, he had a sudden idea.

This pure white salt made the soup taste so delicious with just a little bit. Wouldn't it be even better if he added more?

This sudden thought brightened the chief of the Green Tribe's eyes, and he couldn't help but secretly applaud his ingenuity.

He tilted the jar even more aggressively, and nearly half of the jar of salt fell into the boiling soup instantly, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Watching so much salt disappear from the jar all at once, the chief of the Green Tribe felt a bit heartbroken. However, considering that this salt was obtained for free, and this meat soup would be even more delicious, far surpassing the Green Sparrow Tribe's, he felt much better.

He put down the salt jar and picked up a wooden stick to stir the tantalizing meat soup vigorously.

The other people of the Green Tribe were all eagerly watching. Their throats couldn't help but roll in anticipation, eagerly waiting to taste the delicious meat soup cooked by their chief.

To carry on the imitation to the end, the chief of the Green Tribe suppressed his eagerness and picked up the bowl again, scooping out a half-bowl of incredibly delicious soup with added salt, letting those who had not tasted it before take turns tasting it.

A deep and confident smile appeared on his face as he looked forward to the shocked expressions of the people in the tribe after they tasted his exquisitely cooked meat soup.

"Splat!"

The first person who eagerly anticipated tasting the soup distorted their face and couldn't help but spit it out, sticking out their tongue and grimacing.

The smile on the face of the chief of the Green Tribe, who had been waiting for the expressions of shock, instantly disappeared.

He snatched the bowl away and handed it to the next person to taste.

Staring at the female primitive man with dissatisfaction, he thought, even if the meat soup I cooked was extremely delicious, you shouldn't be so impatient, right? You've drunk the meat soup several times; can't you wait a bit longer without burning your mouth?

"Splat!"

Under his gaze, the second person, cautiously sipping the soup, twisted their face for a while before finally spitting it out.

The chief of the Green Tribe's eyebrows raised. Was this the delicious soup he cooked, wasted like this?

He angrily snatched the bowl of soup from the second person's hand and didn't give it to the third person. He wanted to personally demonstrate to the impatient people in the tribe how this exquisite meat soup should be drunk!

"d!"

He raised his voice to make everyone watch him demonstrate. After everyone looked over, he slowly brought the bowl to his lips, blew gently to cool it down, and then took a strong sip. Half of the delicious meat soup had already entered his mouth.

The chief of the Green Tribe's eyes widened instantly. At this moment, he finally understood why the first two people had shown such expressions. It wasn't because it was too hot, but because

"Splat!"

"Gulp, gulp"

The chief of the Green Tribe put down the empty bowl in his hand, and before he could even catch his breath, he burped loudly.

His stomach was already full of water, but he still couldn't resist wanting to drink more.

Not only him, but all the other people of the Green Tribe were the same.

He squatted down, scratching his head, looking at the remaining half jar of salt, full of doubts. Putting some salt would make it delicious, so putting more should make it even more delicious, right? Then why