Chapter 7: Listening at the wall, but no response from below?! This is not good

I am a Primitive Man

Han Cheng swore he had never tasted such delicious meat soup.

Although the preparation of the meat soup was unique and didn't involve any seasoning, not even salt, he could confidently say that it was the most delicious food he had ever eaten.

After finishing three bowls, Han Cheng finished all the ground meat.

The primitive man seemed quite pleased with Han Cheng, looking at him with a smile.

He spoke some words accompanied by gestures, but Han Cheng couldn't understand or respond. Even if he understood, he could only roll his eyes and blink.

Seeing that Han Cheng seemed to have difficulty understanding him, the primitive man gave up and turned to attend to his tasks.

Since waking up today, Han Cheng had realized that the old primitive man was a cultured individual. This was evident from the several stone tablets in the relatively independent small cave adorned with many simple and crude characters. It was somewhat akin to the cave drawings he had seen before crossing over.

Now, the old primitive man was using a stone to slowly carve on a not-yet-filled stone tablet. A person who could write was undoubtedly a cultured individual, especially in the primitive era.

Han Cheng squinted at the old primitive man's hand holding the stone, wanting to see what he was drawing. However, until he fell asleep again, he couldn't figure it out. Not because the characters were too archaic for him to understand but because the old primitive man's writing speed was too slow. It was so slow that Han Cheng had already fallen asleep by the time he had finished two characters.

When he woke again, the sky was getting dark, and the primitive people who had gone out were returning with joy from their harvest.

"Bang!"

The second senior brother's stout shoulder shook, and a heavy prey fell from his shoulder, creating a cloud of dust that almost extinguished the flame. Han Cheng looked over and recognized it as a wild boar. Judging by its size, it probably weighed around a hundred kilograms. He wondered how they managed to capture and kill such a large creature.

Today was indeed a day of harvest. In addition to the large wild boar, three smaller ones weighed around ten kilograms each. It seemed they had taken the entire family of the boar.

Some women also opened the animal skin packages they were holding, revealing the yellowish-green fruits inside. These fruits were placed where Big Senior Brother had collected fruits the previous night.

The people in the tribe were all showing joyful expressions, looking at this precious food with delight."

Because of the particularly abundant prey they caught today, they could enjoy a hearty meal.

Under the arrangement of the eldest senior brother, the people in the cave worked methodically and energetically.

Junior brother Sandy used a stone knife to cut open the bellies of the four wild boars of different sizes. After removing the internal organs, he handed the intestines to the thin, limping man.

With his wife's help, the limping man took the intestines outside the cave. His wife didn't take long to return with a string of already processed pig intestines. She handed them to the person responsible for making dinner, and she returned to help her husband with the pig intestines.

Han Cheng blinked. He hadn't expected that this limping primitive man was an expert in handling intestines.

Others were not idle either. They skinned, cut meat, and grilled sausages, all busy and joyful.

As everyone busied themselves, the meat aroma quickly spread in the cave.

Tonight's meal was indeed very abundant. In addition to the four pig offal sets, they separately grilled a small wild boar.

After the food was ready, Big Senior Brother took his share first.

He tore off a piece of delicious pork from the grilled meat and took a piece of sausage, offering it to the old primitive man who resembled their master.

The old primitive man pointed at Han Cheng and spoke a few words while gesturing to Big Senior Brother. Big Senior Brother nodded, then looked up at Han Cheng curiously.

Afterward, he went out and brought back some food from the pile of grilled food.

A dark piece Han Cheng couldn't recognize it.

The sumptuous dinner began, and tonight's food was very plentiful. Even the lame primitive man's family, who went to fetch food last, got enough to fill their stomachs.

Watching everyone happily eating meat, Han Cheng's stomach also joyfully sang a tune.

But no one paid attention to him, including all the people, including the old primitive man. They were all enjoying the hard-earned food.

Of course, the old primitive man still ate slowly and methodically.

When everyone else had finished eating and had spent some time helping each other tidy up their hair with their hands, the old primitive man finally swallowed the last bite of food.

Then he stood up, took the bone bowl that Han Cheng had used once, picked up the dark piece that Big Senior Brother had brought last, broke off a small piece with his hands, and placed it in the bowl.

It suddenly dawned on Han Cheng that this was roasted pig liver.

About ten minutes later, Han Cheng drank the delicious and unique pig liver soup.

At this point, the cave had already darkened.

By the time he finished his meal, most people in the cave had already gone to sleep.

Looking at the simple yet quiet cave and the people inside, Han Cheng's heart unexpectedly felt serene.

He engages in work at sunrise and rests at sunset. In this seemingly monotonous and tasteless life, he feels something he has always wanted but couldn't get before.

That is the slow pace of life.

Here, people don't need to pursue too much. As long as there is enough food to fill their stomachs every day, they can experience joy emanating from the depths of their hearts.

Unlike the later generations, who are pressed by invisible pressures every day, feeling like there's not enough time even if they stay awake all day and night.

From this perspective, people from later generations might not necessarily live happier lives than primitive people.

Han Cheng's somewhat ethereal thoughts were interrupted.

Perhaps because of being full, there were unusually many people unable to sleep tonight.

At this time, there were no good entertainment activities like playing mobile games, unlike in later generations. As a result, the cave soon resounded with primitive singing.

It echoed continuously.

Suddenly, Han Cheng realized a very serious problem. In the past, even if he didn't want to admit it, there would be an immediate reaction from a certain part of him in such situations. However, now, there wasn't even a slight sensation.

Damn, this could be considered game over.

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