The shaman came over and saw Han Cheng digging a pit alone, immediately offering to call a few people to help.

Han Cheng smiled and shook his head in refusal.

There was no hurry to build a stone flower bed to surround this clump of bamboo. He could do it himself; there was no need to mobilize others when everyone was focused on spring plowing.

People shouldn't always be idle; finding some tasks for oneself regularly is necessary.

Seeing that Han Cheng insisted on doing it himself, the shaman stopped insisting and walked over to the rabbit pen to feed the oilseed rabbits.

After feeding the rabbits, he chopped some oilseed into pieces with a stone knife, mixed it with millet husks, and fed it to the chickens.

After feeding the chickens, he fed the pigs, keeping himself busy.

However, this level of labor was just right for the shaman; it wasn't too tiring and allowed him to stretch his body.

“Come out and take a break!”

After digging a ditch, Han Cheng leaned on his hoe and looked towards the workshop before calling inside.

After a few loud 'clang' sounds of wood colliding, Bai Xue appeared from the workshop.

This girl could get addicted to weaving; if he didn’t call her, she would weave endlessly, not a bit lazy.

It was fine before, but now that she is pregnant, it wouldn't be acceptable to keep her working like that.

Bai Xue happily ran over to Han Cheng like a little bird.

Although this little bird was a bit too big.

After chatting and wandering around, Han Cheng let her return to continue weaving.

Diligent people always have good fortune.

After digging for a while, Han Cheng looked at the bamboo shoots he had dug out from the depths of the soil and smiled.

After waiting, he cut the bamboo shoots into slices and rolled them in boiling water. They would be delicious, whether dressed with vinegar for a cold dish or cooked in a soup with meat.

The only regret was the absence of snakes; if he could catch a few snakes and prepare them for the pot, it would be a delicacy.

Once, someone who didn't eat snake meat found himself swallowing saliva at the thought of bamboo shoots and snake soup.

Indeed, food lovers are invincible in many cases.

Just as he felt a bit regretful, someone returned with two hefty snakes, each as thick as his arms.

These were dug up by the people clearing the land; at the time, the two had still been hibernating in their burrows and never woke up again...

In the past, Han Cheng wouldn't dare eat such large creatures, but now, he has fewer concerns.

Having eaten tigers and rhinos, how could he fear snakes?

Just a drizzle.

There was no help for it; primitive people were this fierce.

The two snakes weren’t completely dead yet; they were still moving involuntarily in a small range.

As they coiled around his arm, they felt a bit tight.

Just moments ago, the fierce Han Cheng had appeared like a primitive warrior, but now he was covered in goosebumps.

He quickly pulled the headless snakes off his arm, and to prove he wasn’t cowardly, he had the help of another person to skin them all.

After successfully skinning one snake, Han Cheng looked up and suddenly saw that the slightly sneaky Shi Tou was heading towards the room where the skins were stored, unable to help but laugh silently and shake his head in resignation.

He knew exactly what Shi Tou was doing there—looking for that rhino skin with several holes.

Don’t ask Han Cheng how he knew this so well; it was because, shortly after defeating the Flying Snake tribe and skinning the rhino, he had encountered Shi Tou doing this before.

Shi Tou was draped in the still damp, oversized rhino skin, with a load balanced on his shoulder.

On either end of the load, a little boy and girl from the tribe were sitting, which was quite particular.

Shi Tou had done similar things at least five times, and apart from the times he jumped up, he had never flown once...

This guy was genuinely obsessed with flying.

However, this was destined to remain a dream; achieving it in this era was impossible.

Seeing Shi Tou's persistence, Han Cheng felt a bit regretful and thought he shouldn't have misled him like that.

Shi Tou quietly entered the room and took out the heavier rhino skin that had been pressed down.

The rhino skin was cumbersome, but what weighed heavier was Shi Tou's heart.

In the past, upon arriving here, he would have eagerly draped the rhino skin over himself, but today, he didn’t do that.

Because he knew that even if he put it on, he still couldn’t fly.

After waiting for a while, he ultimately couldn’t resist the temptation of flying, and with a hint of luck and stubbornness, he draped the rhino skin over his shoulders and nervously closed his eyes.

After quietly waiting for a moment, he slowly opened his eyes, and upon seeing the familiar surroundings, a deep sense of disappointment washed over him.

Sure enough, he still couldn’t fly.

Even though he had long known this would be the outcome, the reality still left his heart heavy.

He lingered there for a while longer, folded the rhino skin neatly, and put it back in its original place before leaving the room with a listless demeanor, like an eggplant hit by frost…

Steam was bubbling up on the stove in a round clay pot.

Sliced bamboo shoots and chunks of snake meat were simmering together, filling half the pot.

The freshly dug bamboo shoots and the snakes that had yet to surface from their underground burrows were both new ingredients, creating a delightful stew.

Han Cheng’s unexpected find of a single bamboo shoot wasn’t enough to make such a big soup pot.

Of course, if he insisted on adding a lot of water, it would be a different story.

He couldn't make soup from a sparrow and a carrot to fill many people.

There was so much soup because after discovering the two large snakes, he had taken his hoe and walked east out of the tribe, stopping at a dirt mound unsuitable for farming, where he began to dig.

This area also had some bamboo, which had been transplanted a few years ago.

Han Cheng would never settle for planting a few bamboo shoots to view in his courtyard, considering bamboo was a treasure.

Thus, this dirt mound allowed the Green Sparrow tribe's bamboo to grow freely.

The bamboo shoot and snake soup were ready; the two fresh ingredients didn’t need any seasoning—just a sprinkle of salt was enough to make people want to swallow their tongues along with the soup.

However, Shi Tou was not among those who would enjoy it.

“Come here for a moment,” Han Cheng said.

Seeing Shi Tou's state, Han Cheng couldn’t bear it any longer; he felt that if he didn’t help guide him, this guy, whom he had inadvertently led toward astronomy and history, might fall into depression.

Source: Webnovel.com, updated by Aunomay