Once the communication barriers were resolved, everything became simpler.
Wang Yan poured pure water into the pot, added rice, and placed it on the stove. He gestured for the tribal chief to complete the steps for cooking porridge.
Of course, they had to cook porridge. Isn't this the ancient government's tried-and-true method for dealing with famine? The ingredients are simple, the preparation method is easy, and there's nothing more suitable for this hungry group than porridge.
The most crucial point: Wang Yan's assets couldn't support these primitive people indefinitely. After all, he was still just a poor god; on Earth, his assets and social status were similar to those of these primitive people!
Primitives were in a period of rapid cognitive evolution and weren't as slow as Wang Yan initially thought. They learned quickly. The reason they seemed clumsy was due to language barriers and a lack of knowledge.
As they waited for the water to boil, Wang Yan asked, "Patriarch, what is your name?"
"Back to the great God of Light, my name is ￥%%&." The patriarch's slurred pronunciation was nearly unintelligible. "It means 'the stone on the mountain.'"
"..." Wang Yan opened his mouth, trying to repeat the patriarch's name, but his tongue seemed to twist. He couldn't get the words out. Glancing at the patriarch, he said, "Caesar. From now on, your name is Caesar."
"Caesar?" The patriarch repeated the name, looking at Wang Yan with curiosity.
"Yes, Caesar. Having this name means you own the entire continent." Wang Yan explained with a solemn tone.
"Thank you, great God of Light, for bestowing this name upon me." The patriarch was delighted by God's explanation, especially since the name had been given by a god.
The new name was obviously much better than "the stone on the mountain." No leader doesn't yearn for power.
The patriarch turned and announced his new name to the entire tribe.
"Caesar! Caesar!"
Everyone cheered. It sounded like foreigners attempting to speak Chinese, their strange, garbled tones echoing throughout the cave.
Although the pronunciation wasn't perfect, it didn't affect their celebration. The simple-minded primitive people were indeed easy to please.
Wang Yan smiled. The great emperor of the Roman Empire had been brought into another world by him, now placed upon the head of a primitive tribe.
The patriarch had a new name, and soon, the shaman came over, unwilling to be left out: "Great God of Light, ##￥% asks for a name!"
Regardless of whether a society is advanced or primitive, the game of power is always the main theme. In this primitive tribe, the shaman's power was second only to the patriarch's, so he couldn't miss out on having a prestigious name.
"Dog Leftovers? Nicholas? Dog Leftovers." Wang Yan indulged in his sense of humor, giving the shaman a name that mixed Chinese and Western influences with a sly grin. Don't think he didn't know the shaman was behind the women who had just offered themselves. A bad character like him deserved such a name—God is nothing if not petty.
"Nicholas? Dog Leftovers!" The shaman repeated the name, his eyes lighting up. He thought the name was much better than the patriarch's—at least it was longer!
"Great God of Light, please tell me the meaning of the name!" The shaman asked sincerely.
"Stubborn vitality." Wang Yan was taken aback for a moment but quickly fabricated an explanation, giving the name a fresh and unexpected meaning.
The shaman smiled broadly, bowing to Wang Yan before announcing his new name to the tribe.
Another round of cheers erupted.
Both the patriarch and the shaman had been given names by the god, attaining supreme glory.
The rest of the tribe didn't want to be left out, and the captain of the hunting team stepped forward to ask for a name.
"Hou Yi. A hunter with godlike skills."
Wang Yan bestowed the new name with a serious demeanor.
Announcement, cheers!
...
"Dante," "Wu Mao," "T800," "Jia Junpeng," "Captain Jack," "Tom," "Bald Head Strong," "Monk Uses Rejoice"...
Wang Yan, who was keen on naming, let his imagination run wild. What name he chose depended on a flash of inspiration, regardless of race or syllable count—whatever came to mind.
Thus, names from all corners of Earth flooded the entire tribe.
Wang Yan didn't even consider that by supporting this tribe, they were already becoming his direct descendants, destined to thrive and leave their mark on history.
In other words, these people were now equivalent to the ancestors of humanity!
Caesar or Hou Yi—it didn't matter.
But, when tens of thousands of years passed...
An archaeologist from the Stone Age might unearth various ancestral records, discovering that on a particular day, their ancestors were given the name Nicholas?
It's embarrassing just to think about it!
But right now, Wang Yan wasn't thinking that far ahead—he was having fun!
No one ever considered the mood of their pets when naming them, so why should he?
A series of well-known names from Earth were brought to this world by Wang Yan and were now regarded as supreme honors by the primitive people.
As the cheerful names flowed from Wang Yan's mouth, the gloom brought on by the women of the tribe gradually lifted from his heart.
Indeed, happiness is the most important thing!
...
However, when repeated too often, even happiness can become dull.
The aroma of rice porridge filled the cave, and Wang Yan finally lost interest in naming.
More and more primitive people sniffed the air, turning their attention to the steaming pot of rice.
For people who had been hungry for most of their lives, a name that could bring glory couldn't compete with the allure of a hot meal.
Little did they know that the food they were so eager to eat would help them escape.
When they learned to read and write, they would undoubtedly understand the meaning of the names Wang Yan gave them today!
And those who had eagerly sought names from Wang Yan might regret it, but how could they change a name given by a god? That would be a great disrespect to the divine!
Gulp! Gulp!
The sound of saliva being swallowed echoed throughout the cave.
Wang Yan swallowed too, realizing he hadn't eaten yet after all that commotion!
"Let's put the naming aside for now. Let's eat first. Once you can read, you can name yourselves." After dismissing the primitive people who wanted names, Wang Yan served himself a bowl of porridge, found a packet of mustard from the supplies, tore it open, and ate it slowly with the porridge.
I must say, in this primitive cave, drinking a bowl of porridge really tasted sweet!
Slurp!
Wang Yan savored each bite of mustard and porridge.
But gradually, he lost his appetite.
Around him, hundreds of pairs of eyes stared intently at him, the sound of saliva swallowing echoing like a symphony.
When you're eating and hundreds of hungry wolves are staring at you, it's hard to enjoy your meal!
What's more, Wang Yan had been an ordinary Earthling just a day ago. Even if he was now the lord of a planet, he couldn't instantly adopt the mentality of a supreme ruler!
"Eat, everyone will eat together." Wang Yan laughed awkwardly and instructed the patriarch, "Caesar, you'll maintain order.
Distribute the porridge to the old, young, and weak first. Let everyone eat. If there's not enough porridge, cook more. Just follow the method I showed you..."
Wang Yan conveyed this message through spiritual resonance.
Before he even finished speaking, a cheer like a tsunami erupted from the cave.
In the primitive tribe, food was the top priority for survival, and the god's majesty was once again pushed to its peak.
Patriarch Caesar couldn't wait, but Wang Yan's orders had to be carried out. Although he was starving and wanted the first bowl of porridge for himself, he ultimately resisted the urge.
The great God favored the old, weak, women, and children. Although this contradicted the tribe's usual practices, there was no arguing with a god.
Thus, even though he was hungry, the patriarch resolutely followed the god's instructions. After all, everything was provided by the god, and he had no right to distribute it otherwise.
Bowls of porridge were handed out in order. Everyone who received a bowl would bow to Wang Yan before taking it aside to enjoy.
At first, Wang Yan was relieved by the primitives' understanding of etiquette.
But soon, he grew bored.
Where did this damned etiquette come from?
Weren't they supposed to be savages?
Awkwardly enduring the respect of everyone, Wang Yan had to set down his bowl, returning each bow with a smile. By the end of the meal, the muscles in his face were stiff from grinning!
Even though it felt overly formalistic, Wang Yan didn't want to disrupt the order he had painstakingly established.
It's easy to destroy but hard to build.
For the long-term, class and morality must be cultivated. This is a rule that every civilization must adhere to.
He had to maintain this formality!
But in the end, Wang Yan couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't stand being a polite puppet—it was too exhausting!
After explaining the precautions for using fire to the patriarch, Wang Yan tore open the space and headed back to Earth.
God is not their babysitter. He needed peace and rest. He needed a good night's sleep.
One night on Earth, ten days would pass here.
Wang Yan left more than ten bags of 25-kilogram rice behind. Even if the heavy rain continued, they would survive.
As for other tribes, they could fend for themselves!
God's energy and money are limited. A tribe of four hundred people had already worn him out—he couldn't handle any more!
Besides, before Wang Yan came, hadn't they been living just fine?
Wang Yan understood that even though he now possessed various superpowers, he was, at best, suited to being a village chief. It would be good to manage one tribe well.
Take things too fast, and it's easy to stumble. Better to help one person get rich first before tackling anything else!