Han Cheng's idea was straightforward: Through the trade caravan of the Green Sparrow tribe, which traveled among surrounding tribes, he aimed to exchange seeds, stones, cubs, pelts, and food while also showcasing and promoting the tribe's wealth, strength, kindness, and other positive aspects.

He wanted the surrounding tribes to develop a sense of admiration for the Green Sparrow tribe.

As this admiration deepened and took root, he would take additional measures to gradually guide these tribes towards the Green Sparrow tribe.

At that point, the Green Sparrow tribe's trade caravan would naturally become the tribe's propaganda team.

The Green Sparrow tribe's trade caravan would act as an external window.

Through this window, the Green Sparrow tribe could selectively display its advantages, entice, and influence surrounding tribes, gradually leading them to move closer to the Green Sparrow tribe.

Implementing such a plan would require time, as it was a slow, gradual process, much like boiling a frog in warm water.

However, once it took effect, the impact would be far beyond what simple killing and plundering could achieve.

Shang and Mao, after hearing this from Han Cheng, were silent for a moment.

However, after the silence, they deeply agreed with the Divine Child's approach.

After all, they were a perfect example.

If they hadn’t known about the strength, wealth, and kindness of the Green Sparrow tribe, they would never have come to the Green Sparrow tribe seeking help and protection when their tribe faced great damage and insurmountable crises.

Had they not done so, they wouldn't be living a carefree, stable life today.

Moreover, they wouldn’t have been able to avenge their tribe by defeating the evil tribe, killing their shamans and leaders, and rescuing some of their surviving kin.

After deeply agreeing with the idea, excitement began to rise in their hearts.

By now, they no longer saw themselves as outsiders; they had fully integrated into the Green Sparrow tribe as one of its family members.

They were very willing to see the Green Sparrow tribe become even better through their own and others' efforts.

Their kind hearts also hoped to see more tribes like theirs join the Green Sparrow tribe, ending their previous days of living on the edge.

Unconsciously, these individuals' ideas had been subtly influenced by Han Cheng.

But this was the result Han Cheng was pleased to see.

There were few schemes or struggles for fame and fortune, and everyone voluntarily worked for the greater good of the Green Sparrow tribe as a family.

Living in such a tribe and experiencing this atmosphere indeed made one feel at ease.

After giving the instructions, Han Cheng shared more specific actions with Shang and Mao.

He didn’t say much, partly because he was a bit lazy and partly because he wanted to give the two men some space to think and come up with their own ideas.

Shang and Mao, who had been working together for over a year, left excitedly after receiving the Divine Child's guidance.

Once back at their residence, the two chattered away, and from their constantly smiling faces, it was clear that their conversation was somewhat lewd.

Under the continuous influence of Han Cheng, the time-traveling outsider, and the various new things appearing in the tribe, many people in the Green Sparrow tribe had changed, to some degree, compared to before.

This change was especially noticeable in the younger generation.

After all, many children have been exposed to these new things since they began understanding the world around them.

Shang and Mao left, and the room fell silent.

With the countermeasures in place and arrangements made, Han Cheng felt a sense of relief.

He wondered how far the Green Sparrow tribe could go and what it might become in the future...

"Wawa"

The sudden sound of a baby crying jolted Han Cheng from his thoughts.

Immediately, he pushed these thoughts aside.

There were too many worries, and the future was too far away. Whatever, let’s focus on the present. As long as each day is lived well, the future will generally not be too bad.

He hurried over to the cradle and quickly removed the dirty diaper, but as expected, the little one had soiled it again.

After discarding the dirty diaper in the designated ceramic basin, he grabbed Little Pea by the legs, lifted his bottom out of the cradle, and cleaned him before putting on a fresh diaper.

After a few months, Han Cheng, once clumsy with this, had become a qualified father through sheer repetition.

Now, even dealing with such dirty tasks was no longer as hard as it used to be, unlike when he started, where he would gag several times just handling it.

After cleaning everything up, he picked up Little Pea, still crying as if protesting his dirty diaper, and took a few steps around the room. Perhaps sensing Han Cheng's deep fatherly affection, the little one gradually quieted down.

At that moment, Bai Xue, who was weaving cloth in the workshop, ran back into the room.

It seemed that "the mother always knows" was accurate—before Little Pea had cried more than a few times, she had already heard him.

She stood there for a moment before taking Little Pea from Han Cheng, sitting on the heated bed, pulling up her clothes to reveal her fuller chest, and beginning to breastfeed him.

Han Cheng watched from the side, feeling at peace. This scene was warm and comforting, and he couldn't bring himself to have any improper thoughts.

"Son, say 'Daddy.'"

"Daddy~"

"Daddy~"

After feeding, Bai Xue stayed in the room for a while before returning to weave cloth, leaving Han Cheng again as a father.

After the feeding and diapering routine, Little Pea became quiet and was swaddled tightly like a little dumpling. He lay peacefully in the cradle, staring up with his shiny black eyes.

Han Cheng, sitting there for a while, suddenly had the urge to teach Little Pea to say "Daddy."

For a six-month-old baby, being able to say "Daddy" would have been a miraculous thing.

So, after a round of teaching, Han Cheng, with a beaming smile, looked at Little Pea in the cradle, who had been shouting "Daddy" for a long while.

Teaching a child to say "Daddy" didn’t seem like a glorious task. You would find yourself shouting at them countless times before they could even repeat it...

As the year passed, spring was no longer far away.

Estimating that the snow would begin to melt in a few days, Mao approached Han Cheng with the idea of leading the trade caravan, taking advantage of this opportunity to venture out of the tribe and engage in trade.

Source: Webnovel.com, updated by Aunomay