Chapter 751 – Eldest senior brother: “It’s okay if you can’t do anything in bed. Hugging someone to sleep is good enough…” Just as Han Cheng had taken little Pea from Bai Xue’s arms, he heard Shaman’s question and saw him pointing toward the female Shaman of the Semi-Farming Tribe. His heart skipped a beat. Otherwise, among the over 200 captured members of the Semi-Farming Tribe, why hadn’t Shaman shown concern for anyone else? Why did he so precisely point to her, the female Shaman? Han Cheng didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he turned to look at his Eldest senior brother. The Eldest senior brother, who was in the middle of moving a sack of dried peas off the sled, also paused mid-action and turned to look at Han Cheng. The two exchanged glances—and then shared a knowing, slightly pervy grin. Han Cheng, always eager to play matchmaker, got excited. Even the freezing air couldn’t extinguish the blazing flames of his gossip-fueled curiosity. “Shaman, do you think she looks pretty?” The Eldest senior brother, still carrying the sack of peas, came over to join them, unbothered by the weight or the effort. He stood there casually, still hoisting the sack. He strongly approved of Han Cheng’s proposal. If Han Cheng hadn’t brought it up, he would’ve forgotten that Shaman, too, could use someone to keep his bed warm. Even if Shaman were old and couldn’t do “some things” anymore, just having someone soft to hold at night would be pretty nice. The female Shaman of the Semi-Farming Tribe looked plump. Shaman would definitely find it cozy to sleep with her. For some reason, after hearing Han Cheng’s question and seeing the interaction between him and Eldest senior brother, Shaman’s right eyelid twitched even harder. But twitch or not, the honesty typical of primitive people remained deeply ingrained in the Shaman. “Pretty,” Shaman said after seriously examining the dazed Shaman who was staring at the village wall with her mouth agape. Something felt a bit off, but he chose to speak the truth. To Shaman, she did look quite lovely. Her round arms, round legs, and round face all gave off a sense of comfort. Not to mention that her whole round body looked like a rolling pin used for pounding grain—solid and pleasing to the eye. Individually, the parts were already attractive. When she was put together with one person, she became even more appealing. If she weren’t so beautiful, Shaman wouldn’t have noticed her out of everyone else at first glance. Hearing Shaman say that, Han Cheng and the Eldest senior brother exchanged another meaningful glance—and smirked. “Shaman, how about letting her sleep on the same bed with you?” After spending so much time in the primitive era, Han Cheng couldn’t help but become more direct in his speech and actions. Shaman, who was still staring at the Shaman, visibly shivered. “Huh?” He turned back to Han Cheng, utterly confused and suspicious. Who could blame him? This proposal had come so suddenly and was so unexpected—it was shocking! “Let her sleep in your bed with you,” Han Cheng repeated. Shaman thought seriously for a moment and then shook his head. “No room. I have rabbits on my bed.” Han Cheng thought Shaman was just being shy about his age, but it turned out Shaman gave a very straightforward and honest reason. “No problem,” Han Cheng said generously. “We’ll set up another bed just for your rabbits. That way, the two of you will have room.” But Shaman, still watching the dazed female Shaman, fell silent again. After a while, he said, “She’s a prisoner. A slave…” That made Han Cheng smile internally. Shaman was interested! As for her being a slave? That was up to them to decide. Now that the “Three Giants” of the Green Sparrow Tribe were all present, how could a trivial matter like slave status get in the way? After Han Cheng reassured Shaman not to worry about that part, Shaman still looked hesitant. So Han Cheng began to sweet-talk him further. With an earnest face, Han Cheng asked, “Shaman, is she pretty?” Han Cheng: “Then let her sleep with you.” Han Cheng: “If she doesn’t sleep with you, she’ll sleep with the other slaves. Can you bear that?” Shaman thought about it seriously, then shook his head. Eldest senior brother added, “It’s okay if you can’t do anything in bed. Hugging someone soft is good enough…” Shaman: speechless, face full of dark lines Over the years, after living together so closely, Han Cheng had been influenced by the tribe—but the tribe had been even more influenced by Han Cheng, in every aspect. Take relationships, for example. Before Han Cheng came, the tribe already had a few fuzzy concepts around pair bonding. Now, with Han Cheng only sleeping with Bai Xue, and Bai Xue only sleeping with Han Cheng, that real-life example had deepened the tribe’s understanding of exclusivity in relationships—without him even trying. That’s why, when Han Cheng asked Shaman whether he could stand to see the female Shaman sleep with other slaves, Shaman reflexively shook his head. With this back-and-forth, this “springtime romance in old age” for Shaman was essentially settled through a mix of persuasion and emotional nudging. As for whether the female Shaman might betray them someday? Han Cheng wasn’t worried. He’d be keeping an eye on her. No way would someone from this primitive era, no matter how clever, outsmart someone from the future—especially someone like him. Whether she agreed or not wasn’t something Han Cheng, Eldest senior brother, or the others even considered. Shaman might be too old to overpower her, but the tribe had plenty of people willing to help the respected elder Shaman get his romantic life going again. Meanwhile, the female Shaman—who had been dazed ever since arriving at Green Sparrow Tribe—finally snapped out of her shocked state. Still overwhelmed, she looked at the “demons” pointing and talking about her. They’re plotting how to kill me… to force my tribe to submit, right? she thought. She had mentally prepared to die. She hadn’t even tried to beg for her life. But now, for the first time, she didn’t want to die. She wanted to know how this tribe had built such towering, mountain-like walls. She had built structures before, and she knew how difficult that was. That’s why the outer wall of the Green Sparrow Tribe had stunned her entirely. Could this be man-made? No—this had to be a divine miracle. Then there was the vast, flat ground… the impossibly fine pottery… There were so many mysteries she wanted answers to! As someone known for her intellect in her tribe, proud of her wisdom, she couldn’t stand not understanding these things. It was like having an itch she couldn’t scratch. And the thought of dying without ever learning the truth filled her with a deep, primal fear. Suddenly, the survival instinct kicked in. The female Shaman suddenly stood up from the sled and began shouting, speaking rapidly in her language with a panicked expression. Though Han Cheng couldn’t understand her words, he recognized fear and desperation on her face. That surprised him. She had been so calm the entire journey—why the sudden change now that they’d reached the tribe? But this was good. A person with no desires is the hardest to control. Now that she feared death, there were options. Han Cheng called over Mao, who had been happily leading a donkey to the animal pen. It was time to bring in the tribe’s resident translator. “She doesn’t want to die? She wants to know the secrets behind the walls, pottery, and salt.” After Mao’s wildly expressive translation and the female Shaman’s frantic replies, Han Cheng repeated what he had gathered. As he spoke, Shaman’s smile vanished. So did the Eldest senior brother. Both glared at the female Shaman. They, like everyone in the tribe, treated the tribe’s prosperity-related secrets as sacred and would never share them lightly. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ n̷o̷v̷e̷l̷f̷i̷r̷e̷.net Now this woman dared demand to know those secrets? To Shaman, this was even more intolerable than wasting food. “Divine Child, make her a slave. Brand her face. No more bed-sharing,” Shaman growled, beard bristling, eyes fierce. Even Mao and Eldest senior brother nodded vigorously in agreement. The Shaman’s face turned pale. She knew her requests had been over-the-top. In her tribe, secrets like pottery-making had never been shared—even within the tribe. And now she, a captured prisoner, had demanded to learn multiple “divine” secrets? Of course, they were furious. Of course, they might kill her. And death didn’t scare her. What terrified her was dying without ever knowing the truth behind these miracles. She looked anxiously at Han Cheng, while Shaman and the others stared at him too, waiting for a nod to brand her or worse. But Han Cheng… suddenly smiled. “No need to brand her face,” he said calmly. Shaman and the others froze. Then the Shaman thought he understood. “Right. No need to brand her. Let’s just kill her instead.” He looked positively vindictive. The eldest senior brother and Mao nodded again. “That’s right! She came here just to spy on our secrets—kill her!” Han Cheng couldn’t help but twitch his nose in exasperation. “No,” he clarified. “We’re not killing her. And we’re not branding her face either. We’re going to let her learn these secrets.” This time, everyone was stunned. Han Cheng hurried to explain before they could erupt again. He wasn’t doing this to play god or raise a rival. It was because, in that moment, he realized something rare about this female Shaman: She had an overwhelming thirst for knowledge. People with “addictions” like that were the easiest to control. If she found the tribe’s secrets irresistible, then let her learn. Once immersed in them, everything else would become unimportant. Just like Han Cheng’s old neighbor back in the future, who loved fishing so much that he didn’t even care when his wife cheated on him—he just got divorced and kept fishing. By the same logic, if they satisfied the female Shaman’s intellectual cravings, she might become even more obsessed than that fisherman. As long as they kept giving her new things to learn, rebellion would never even cross her mind. And even if—by some miracle—she learned everything… Han Cheng rested his chin on his hand, grinning flamboyantly. And even if it happened, he’d toss in mathematics next: equations, square roots, algebra… Let’s see how she keeps up with that.