Chapter 771: The Child Challenging the Geese It turns out that geese, whether fully grown or half-grown, are equally formidable. You only need to look at Little Pea. The geese flap their arms and stretch their neck, chasing after Little Pea and Panda Tuan Tuan, whose rump fur has been plucked off by the geese’s flat beaks to reach this conclusion easily. Trying not to laugh, Han Cheng quickly ran forward, picked up the little running Little Pea, and then turned and ran. These guys chased after Han Cheng for a while before stopping, flapping their bare wings, raising their heads, and letting out victorious cries toward Han Cheng and the others. Han Cheng looked down at Little Pea in his arms, then glanced at Panda Tuan Tuan, who was clinging to Han Cheng’s leg, shrinking into a pudgy ball, turning his head with dark circles under his eyes as if still terrified of those geese. Han Cheng suddenly felt an urge to give this guy a couple of kicks. “Are you even a bear? Can you stop being such a coward?” “Even cats aren’t this cowardly.” “Does your mom know you’re this scared?” But after watching those geese for a while, she turned around and walked away without looking back. As for her nearly grown cub, she had basically given up on him. Han Cheng looked down at Tuan Tuan clinging tightly to his leg, then at Tuan Tuan’s mother’s disappearing figure, and was left speechless. Looking at this guy’s current state and thinking of the legendary great god Chiyou who rode such a beast to fight the Yan and Huang Emperors, Han Cheng suddenly didn’t want Little Pea to keep riding the panda anymore. “Be good, son, don’t cry.” Han Cheng comforted the usually fearless little guy while rubbing his sore little bottom. Geese really are the perfect weapon against naughty kids. Seeing the big panda who abandoned her cub, then comparing that to himself, who had just rescued his son from the beak of the goose and was constantly comforting him, Han Cheng immediately felt he was doing a much better job as a father. This deep paternal love even moved him. If Bai Xue were around, she would be more formidable. In a modern setting, Han Cheng’s behavior would definitely have led to him being chased around the village by his wife scolding him… Without war disturbances, the Green Sparrow Tribe lived quietly and peacefully, a slow and cozy life that made Han Cheng feel delighted. When busy, he worked with the tribe; when not, he teased his wife and played with his son — just thinking about it made life feel wonderful. Far away, the leader of the Grass Tribe looked furious. She had ordered several people who joined her tribe to fish with sticks by the river, but after a long time, the two adults hadn’t caught a single fish and even threw down their fishing sticks to break off many soft branches. Seeing this scene, the Grass Tribe leader’s anger was hard to calm. What made her even more furious was that when she picked up the fishing sticks and handed them back, those people, though terrified, refused to take them. Instead, they trembled with fear and babbled something the leader couldn’t quite understand. With the most cowardly expression but the most defiant words, these former members of the Shu Pi Tribe truly reflected their state. Watching them tremble with fear while babbling and occasionally pointing at the water and several fish stuck on the shore, the not-too-stupid Grass Tribe leader roughly understood their meaning. And precisely because she understood, she became even angrier. Soft branches? How could those pierce a fish’s body? Pierce a fish at all? In the tribe, using the sturdy branches they found, it still took half a day only to stab about as many fish as there are fingers on one hand. These people actually wanted to use such useless branches to do the job? How did these people survive in their original tribe? Seeing their current behavior, the Grass Tribe leader strongly doubted how the Shu Pi Tribe could have become so strong. Looking again at these people clutching soft branches, nervously babbling, the Grass Tribe leader decided they wouldn’t be fed that night. In her eyes, these people weren’t obedient enough, so she used hunger and withheld food to teach them lessons and tame them. Then she left, needing to go forage for wild vegetables elsewhere. Holding branches while digging, the Grass Tribe leader was still distraught. She had thought that suddenly gaining two adults and two nearly grown minors would mean more food for her tribe, but now these people’s ability to gather food was really useless. As she ranted to herself, suddenly she heard amazed cheers from the riverbank. The Grass Tribe leader angrily threw down her tools. Don’t these guys know fishing with spears requires quiet? Their yelling scared away so many fish! How did she teach them before? Why had her tribe become so stupid? She stormed angrily toward the river to give the spear fishers a lesson. Just as she reached the riverbank, she suddenly stopped, eyes fixed on the shore. There were more fish than the fingers on two hands combined. Many of these fish were still jumping, struggling for their last breath. How did the people in the tribe suddenly improve their fish spearing speed so much? Had she been away just a short while, and so many fish were speared already? The Grass Tribe leader, full of surprise and confusion while looking at the fish, suddenly noticed something strange — most of the fish showed no wounds from being pierced! No wounds on the fish meant spears missed them. This made the Grass Tribe leader even more puzzled. Besides spearing, she really couldn’t think of any other way to catch so many fish. Could it be that these fish came up by themselves? That seemed the only way to explain the earlier shouting and the sudden increase in fish. While the Grass Tribe leader was lost in thought, staring at the fish, people gathered by the riverbank once again shouted in surprise. Following the sound, she looked through the crowd and saw those from the Shu Pi Tribe pulling out a strange contraption made of soft branches from the water. But the most important thing was that inside that strange thing, a fish was still jumping! Could those soft branches really catch fish?! Surprise and joy surged in the Grass Tribe leader’s heart, and she hurried over… The setting sun cast a rosy light over the small river, making it shimmer. What shone even brighter in the eyes of the Grass Tribe people were the piles of fish by the riverbank, their scales glittering in the sunlight! So many fish piled up together made those who had spent all day spearing fish — and caught far fewer — gape in astonishment. Some minors happily jumped around, swallowing their saliva while eyeing the fish. They could finally eat a full meal! Adults were more focused, often glancing at those proud yet somewhat fearful Bark Tribe people and the strange soft branch tools they held. After a moment of silence, the Grass Tribe leader suddenly laughed, then excitedly pointed at the fish trap held by the Shu Pi Tribe members, urgently asking questions. The Shu Pi Tribe people, of course, understood what the somewhat fierce-looking leader was asking, so they babbled on. But their limited language meant they kept repeating the same few phrases. After a while, one suddenly remembered what the leader had told them before the snow melted — about bows, arrows, fish traps, and the powerful and mysterious Green Sparrow Tribe — and hurriedly explained again. Though the Grass Tribe leader barely understood the words, she realized they were talking about this novel fishing tool. Not understanding didn’t mean they weren’t happy. After listening to their babbling for a while, the Grass Tribe leader had the excited tribe members start carrying the fish — more than they had caught in six or seven days before — back to the tribe. She carefully and respectfully examined the fish trap. As for those Shu Pi Tribe people, their status among the tribe improved. The looks people gave them no longer showed suspicion or hostility. As night fell, the Shu Pi Tribe members and the Grass Tribe people lay down together. This time, they were not placed at the farthest spot from the fire or closest to the cave entrance, but nearer the center, and were given dry grass and animal skins. The Shu Pi Tribe people finally felt a bit more settled. Thinking about everything that happened today, they quietly resolved to catch more fish using fish traps in the future, and also to tell the tribe more about the mysterious Green Sparrow Tribe that their leader had told them about. After all, the tribe only treated them well because they had witnessed the power of the fish traps and heard about the wondrous Green Sparrow Tribe. Similar events occurred in other tribes that had followed the Black Stone Tribe to attack the Shu Pi Tribe, resulting in the capture of some of their members. Those tribes were now happily realizing that their most significant gain from following the Black Stone Tribe wasn’t the spoils of war, but this new fishing advantage. This was great — their tribe’s population and food supply had both increased, so next time they paid tribute to the Black Stone Tribe before the full moon, they wouldn’t feel so pressured. Some of the Shu Pi Tribe captives even began making ropes from bark and simple bows and arrows from branches to show off their hunting skills and improve their standing in the tribe. When asked about this, they kept repeating the same stories from their leader about the Green Sparrow Tribe. There was plenty to tell, and telling it made them feel admiration and satisfaction — as if they were describing their own firsthand experiences rather than stories heard from the leader. Meanwhile, the female leader of the Blue Flower Tribe, who wore a withered blue flower on her head, had been restless lately and often stared blankly at things. How could the evil Black Stone Tribe defeat such a strong tribe? Not only was their cave burned down, but all their people were taken away by the Black Stone Tribe. That tribe was so strong, their leader so powerful, yet the evil Black Stone Tribe still defeated them… Is there really no tribe that can defeat the Black Stone Tribe? The Blue Flower Tribe leader scratched her head painfully… The Black Stone Tribe leader skillfully notched an arrow on the bow taken from Shu Pi, drew it, and shot toward a tree outside the tribe. Read full story at 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩·𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢·𝔫𝔢𝔱 The feathered arrow flew in an arc, missing the tree but much closer than before. The Black Stone Tribe leader lowered his bow, glanced at Shu Pi standing obediently nearby, and nodded with satisfaction… A precious spring rain began to fall, knocking down some pink apricot blossoms and greening some grass shoots. Han Cheng believed that the saying “spring rain is as precious as oil” likely emerged after humans began farming, as only farmers truly valued spring rain. In the fine spring rain, Han Cheng didn’t stay inside the house…