Under the dual influence of both force and food, the people of the primitive tribes became highly cooperative.
With the cooperation of the patriarch, Wang Yan spent 20 minutes calculating the composition of the tribe. There were 430 people in the tribe—182 men and 248 women—a significant disparity between the sexes, likely due to men often going out to hunt.
Among the more than 400 people, about 104 were children under the age of 10, with the rest being young adults and the elderly. Among them, 34 elderly individuals were unable to work.
Excluding the elderly and children, 296 people formed the backbone of the primitive tribe. These people looked so similar that Wang Yan couldn't distinguish their ages. Of these, 92 were young men, with the remainder being women.
This tribe, within a radius of a hundred miles, was already considered a large tribe. However, the harsh life made their development difficult.
Outside, the sound of wind and rain still persisted.
The cave chosen by the primitive people was elevated, eliminating the risk of flooding from rainwater. The cave was deep, and the interior space was wide enough to accommodate more than 400 people. The only drawback was the relatively poor air quality, but after so much time, Wang Yan had nearly adapted to it.
At this time, the sky was gradually darkening, and the light inside the cave was fading. After distributing the food, Wang Yan had no further plans. The primitive people, having nothing to do, were dispersed by the patriarch. They gathered in small groups, muttering in a language Wang Yan couldn't understand, occasionally slipping into phrases like "chicken legs, duck necks" in a rough Chinese pronunciation.
Of course, there were also many painful groans among them—those were the people Wang Yan had injured.
The tribe's shaman led some people to tend to the wounded. They chewed black herbs and applied them to the wounds, their usual method of healing.
The inventory from a single butcher shop was far from enough to feed more than 400 people, but the primitive people were long accustomed to hunger, and after eating, they didn't ask for more.
Some who couldn't bear the hunger would reach out of the cave and drink handfuls of rainwater to quell the burning in their stomachs.
The sky darkened, and the temperature in the cave began to drop. The primitive people relied on straw to keep warm. Many began to curl up and sleep in the straw. In times of food scarcity, they had to use this method to conserve energy.
At this moment, Wang Yan was surrounded by energetic children, won over by his food. The children would touch Wang Yan's soft cloth from time to time, letting out excited cries as if they had won a great prize.
The tribal chief, the shaman, and others carefully accompanied Wang Yan, speaking in a language he couldn't understand.
Although Wang Yan didn't comprehend them, it didn't stop them from expressing themselves. Perhaps, in the heart of the tribal chief, regardless of how different Wang Yan's appearance and behavior were, he was a powerful figure worth relying on.
Putting himself in their shoes, Wang Yan thought that if he were in their position, he would seize any opportunity to change his fate.
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Food, medicine, accommodation, sanitation...
Every problem urgently needed a solution!
Unimaginable poverty and backwardness!
Whoever said it's good to travel to a primitive society should try it themselves!
As a god with superpowers, Wang Yan found life here extremely difficult—let alone for an ordinary person. If he had come here as a regular person, he wouldn't survive even a day.
No, if Wang Yan were still an ordinary person, he would have been bitten to death by a venomous snake the moment he crossed into this world! He would have been dead long ago...
Thinking of venomous snakes, Wang Yan felt a surge of resentment. He was busy here, while his number one pet was probably lounging around somewhere without a care in the world.
Position, observe!
In a rock crevice about ten kilometers from where he had been exiled, his number one pet lay lazily, its stomach swollen—who knew what it had just eaten? It looked much longer and thicker than when Wang Yan first encountered it.
The little creature was living a very comfortable life, completely unaffected by the torrential rain. Its survival ability was far better than that of the primitive people! And judging by how well it was eating and sleeping, it had completely forgotten about its owner!
Ungrateful creature, once things here are settled, I'm going to train you properly! Wang Yan muttered to himself as he withdrew his gaze from the cute little snake.
Little did he know.
At the moment Wang Yan withdrew his gaze, the venomous snake, which had been asleep until then, suddenly woke up, raised its triangular head, and looked around.
Despite its round belly and the pouring rain, it plunged into the rain and slithered away as if fleeing from the place.
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For now.
Let's solve their food and clothing problem first!
Wang Yan refocused his thoughts. He tore open the space and returned to his rented house, pouring rice, flour, oil, and other supplies into the cave one by one. The cave was dry, so there was no need to worry about the items being damaged.
Suddenly, many inexplicable things appeared, and the primitive people in the cave were immediately alarmed. The tribal chief knelt religiously on the ground, welcoming the items that appeared out of thin air. His guess was correct—clinging tightly to Wang Yan's thighs would allow the tribe to live a good life.
Everyone gathered around, observing the new items with curious faces, whispering among themselves, and the cave, which had just calmed down, became lively again.
Perhaps they didn't know what these things were, but after experiencing the chicken leg incident, everyone expected Wang Yan to bring something. This time, whether out of fear of being beaten or having tasted sweetness, all the primitive people were very disciplined. Even though they were curious, they just watched; none of them took the initiative.
Wang Yan saw this and was pleased. This was a very good sign. At least, the basic order had been established, and his efforts had not been in vain.
The time ratio was one to thirty. By the time Wang Yan finished dumping the supplies, the sky had completely darkened. In the absence of moonlight, the primitive people lost their ability to move in the dark.
The rain poured down outside the cave, and inside, it was pitch black. Fortunately, the supplies Wang Yan had purchased included emergency lighting equipment. Four high-powered battery lamps were placed in several corners of the cave. When the lights were turned on, the cave lit up as bright as day in an instant.
The sudden light left all the primitive people stunned.
Then, before Wang Yan could introduce the lighting equipment to the primitive people...
Thud! Thud!
In a moment of panic, all the primitive people fell to their knees, bowing towards the lights. Were they worshipping the lamps?
Wang Yan was speechless. They never knelt to worship me, a legitimate god, but now they're kneeling to worship some lamps?
What a bizarre and wonderful way of thinking!
Wang Yan's internal complaints couldn't affect the pious hearts of the primitive people, nor could he understand the intensity of their fear of darkness. The ability to drive away the night and bring light—technological products that spanned countless ages—were miracles in the eyes of the primitive people, completely beyond their comprehension and understanding.
In this situation, even if Wang Yan tried to dissuade them loudly, it wouldn't help. They were immersed in the shock of the electric lights!
Moreover, they didn't even understand what Wang Yan was saying due to the language barrier.
Finally, in front of the patriarch, Wang Yan demonstrated how to operate and use the lamps. With the patriarch's reassurance, the panic of the primitive tribe subsided.
At this moment, the eyes of all the primitive people looking at Wang Yan were already full of awe—awe that came from the depths of their souls.
God knows.
Traveling through space, having an immortal body didn't make the primitive people feel fear or reverence. Yet, a few small light bulbs allowed Wang Yan to enjoy the treatment of a god.
Sure enough, life can take a sharp turn without knowing where it's heading.
Wang Yan, who never expected this situation, was dumbfounded—what a group of people who had never seen the world!
A lamp established Wang Yan's position!