I am a Primitive Man

Chapter 400: Motivating with Food

Han Cheng explained and gestured, sometimes even drawing a few lines on the ground with a stick to help Lame understand what a wheelbarrow was.

Learning that a wheelbarrow could transport many things at once, similar to the unusable plow after the snow melted, Lame immediately became excited.

The memory of using the plow still left a deep impression on him, and he felt regretful when it couldn't be used after the snow melted. He had always wondered how to create something similar to a plow but usable throughout the year, especially for tasks like transporting harvested crops or spreading manure in the fields, which currently left the tribe members exhausted.

Limited by his knowledge, Lame had never devised such a solution. When he suddenly heard Han Cheng mention the wheelbarrow today, he felt like a door that had been blocked for a long time was suddenly opened, and everything became clear.

This was exactly what he had always wanted to create!

"Divine Child!"

Lame stood up abruptly from the ground, looking at Han Cheng. His excitement overflowing, he was at a loss for words to express his feelings.

Han Cheng was also taken aback by Lame's overly strong reaction but smiled knowingly.

No madness, no magic, no survival.

With something new and challenging to do, Lame was as excited as if he had been injected with chicken blood.

He eagerly wielded his axe and saw and cut wood, burning and bending it into circles to make wooden wheels. He was thoroughly enjoying himself.

Influenced by Han Cheng, Lame's first step in making the handcart was also the wooden wheels, as this was the most critical point.

When Lame got into his work mode, he was somewhat frightened. With an axe in hand, his face and hands covered in black ash, and his head sprinkled with bits of grass and bark, he sometimes furrowed his brow in a worried expression and other times burst into laughter, muttering to himself before swinging the axe at the tree trunks.

His strokes varied from light to heavy.

When they were heavy, wood chips flew everywhere; when they were light, it was as gentle as a lover's caress...

As Lame discarded more and more scrap wood, the circles he produced became rounder, and the quality of the wooden wheels improved.

"Hehehe..."

Five or six days later, Lame stood before Han Cheng with a wooden wheel in his hand, not saying a word, just laughing gleefully.

At this point, Lame looked much thinner, with hollow eye sockets and bloodshot eyes, radiating fatigue from deep within his bones.

Han Cheng solemnly took the wooden wheel from Lame's hand, carefully examined it, and gave Lame a thumbs-up.

Patting him on the shoulder, Han Cheng praised, "Well done! You've solved this difficult problem. Now go eat some food, bathe, and sleep well!"

Watching Lame happily turn around and leave with the heavy wooden wheel, Han Cheng couldn't help but sniffle. This guy was reckless!

Today, Lame was undoubtedly the most eye-catching person in the entire tribe because today, the Divine Child cooked a meal for him.

There were delicious stir-fried meat and vegetables, steamed, tender meat covered in honey, fried eggs sprinkled with green onions, and a large plate of golden brown pancakes.

In addition, there was a small bowl of thick, honey-infused deer milk and a large bowl of sour but refreshing fermented grain juice...

Lame grabbed a piece of meat and threw it into his mouth, chewing loudly.

Before he could even finish chewing, he grabbed another big, chubby piece of meat and stuffed it into his mouth.

There was no need to chew with his teeth; all he had to do was press it with his tongue, and it melted away.

Then he lowered his head to sip the rich and sweet deer milk. It was heavenly!

"Gudong! Gudong!"

Watching Lame devouring the meat and deer milk with oil dripping from his mouth, the other members of the Green Sparrow Tribe, holding their bowls, couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

Second Senior Brother's mouth even watered, a thin thread of saliva hanging from the corner of his mouth.

However, envy was just envy because the Divine Child had only prepared such a delicious meal for Lame, and no one else.

Even the Shaman, the Witch, and the Eldest Senior Brother, the leader, were treated the same way.

As the Divine Child put it, this was the treatment that those who made great contributions to the tribe should receive.

After being stimulated by this, the members of the Green Sparrow Tribe were extremely enthusiastic in their work and other activities for quite some time, as if they were injected with chicken blood.

Lame raised his plate high. After the last drop of juice fell into his mouth, he put down the empty plate, belched contentedly, took a hot bath, and lay on the heated bed, immediately falling asleep with loud snores.

Han Cheng observed everyone's reactions and couldn't help but smile at himself. This was precisely the effect he wanted.

With Lame as a vivid example, the other members of the tribe would undoubtedly wholeheartedly devote themselves to the tribe.

After taking a short nap with Bai Xue, Han Cheng left the room and went to the millet field with the people carrying hoes.

The Green Sparrow Tribe's population had increased significantly compared to before, and it was now capable of performing several tasks simultaneously.

The millet grew well, reaching about twenty centimeters deep, almost up to Han Cheng's calves.

Rows of millet stood there, a pleasing sight to behold.

When the wind blew, the green seedlings danced with the breeze, resembling green waves running towards the distant edge of the forest.

If it weren't for the fact that this was food, Han Cheng would have been tempted to roll around on it.

Such a scene was truly delightful.

The bone hoes, sharpened by the earth, danced lightly in the rows of millet, cutting through the somewhat hard soil, removing the weeds competing for nutrients with the seedlings.

Loosening the soil and weeding for these enchanting seedlings.

Under the warm sun, the air was filled with the fresh scent of millet and wild grass.

These carefully tended millet seedlings were thriving, with lush green leaves and some areas even turning slightly black, indicating the fertility of the soil.

However, amidst this picturesque field, some patches of different colors also existed.

About a dozen scattered yellow patches broke the harmony of the lush green field.

These yellowing millet seedlings were the ten acres that hadn't been fertilized or sprinkled with wood ash for comparison.

Not only were these seedlings turning yellow, but they were also thinner and shorter than the fertilized ones.

Even before the autumn harvest, the difference between fertilized and unfertilized was already evident.

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