I am a Primitive Man

Han Cheng was not the type to sit idle.

On the one hand, there were indeed many matters within the tribe that needed attention; on the other, he had a knack for finding things to do even when nothing was pressing.

Just a couple of days after the flower bed had been constructed, he set his sights on the chickens in the coop.

He couldn't ignore them, as the commotion they had been making these past few days was too loud.

After a few years of breeding, the number of chickens had grown to over a hundred.

Among them, hens were the majority, while only five roosters were.

The reason for this disparity was due to Han Cheng's intentional control; after all, the roosters at this stage had not yet developed into fighting cocks and were incapable of laying eggs.

Two methods of control were used: one was to select eggs when hatching chicks, and the other was to slaughter the roosters for meat once the chicks matured.

There wasn’t much reasoning behind it; being unable to lay eggs was their original sin.

With many mouths and little meat, these fortunate ‘breeding roosters’ were each experiencing a mix of pain and pleasure as they were openly maintaining their harem.

Since they usually expended their energy on the hens, the few roosters had mostly been living peacefully.

However, changes have occurred in the past few days.

Whether it was the warming weather or the arrival of spring, these roosters began to grow restless. They constantly fought in the coop, resulting in bloody pecks and scattered feathers.

At first, Han Cheng thought the largest rooster was the instigator, but after observing a few times, he discovered that the troublemaker was the smallest one.

Despite its small size, this rooster was not one to back down and had squared off with each of the other four roosters.

The key was that the four larger roosters could not defeat it, wasting their good physique.

If Han Cheng were a fan of cockfighting, this fiercely combative rooster would surely receive high accolades. Unfortunately, he had no interest in fighting chickens or quails.

He was passionate about quickly domesticating these creatures in the tribe, making them docile so they could lay eggs and breed descendants, providing food for the Green Sparrow tribe for generations.

With this goal in mind, it was destined that this not-so-large but hot-headed rooster would become a tragedy.

No matter how aggressive it was, it could not compare to Han Cheng, who was even more ruthless.

As the net above the coop was lifted slightly, a long-handled bamboo and mesh net was inserted. The rooster, proudly flapping its wings and crowing just moments before, immediately shrank back.

Clucking nervously, it attempted to burrow into the pile of hens.

Having battled wits and strength with these chickens for years, Han Cheng was not about to let it escape.

After some maneuvering with the net, the startled rooster was successfully captured.

Holding the rooster by its wings while cradling its neck, Han Cheng stepped on its feet with one foot while holding a knife in the other hand, ready to deal with this restless creature.

On one hand, he could kill the rooster as a warning to the others, and on the other, he could make soup to nourish Bai Xue.

However, the knife ultimately did not descend, as he suddenly remembered something he had heard before—using an old rooster to hatch chicks.

It was said that if an old rooster was drunkenly fed wine and then castrated, it could be placed in a prepared nest of eggs. Covered with a bamboo sieve or similar item, after a day or two, the rooster would obediently sit in the nest to incubate the eggs.

Moreover, it would be more diligent than an ordinary hen.

After hatching the chicks, the rooster would lead them around to forage for food like a hen.

Due to the rooster's dominant nature, its foraging abilities surpassed those of the hens, resulting in the chicks raised by the rooster growing stronger and healthier.

When a hen leads her chicks, she will sever the mother-child bond when the chicks reach about one-quarter the size of an adult chicken. However, a rooster will not do this; it can continue to care for the chicks until they are nearly fully grown.

Han Cheng had only heard about this from the older generation at home and had never witnessed it. After all, since he could remember, the days of relying on chicken tails for survival had long passed, and it was rare for anyone to engage in such practices.

This sudden recollection sparked Han Cheng's curiosity. He wondered if he could try this out for himself.

The rooster he was holding seemed to sense that something unpleasant awaited it, and having given up resistance, it began to struggle again.

Of course, its resistance was ineffective, and Han Cheng easily subdued it.

He carried the rooster to the front of the house.

He tied it up with a rope and tossed it to the ground. He fetched a small broken bowl, grabbed a handful of millet, soaked it in some wine, and began to feed it to the rooster without waiting long—regardless of whether the millet had soaked through.

This strange behavior immediately attracted the attention of another idler in the tribe.

Shaman, passing by the rabbit pen, came over to crouch beside Han Cheng and watch the spectacle.

Shaman’s subsequent actions vividly illustrated the saying, “Those watching the commotion won’t mind bigger trouble.”

After learning about the significance of Han Cheng's actions, Shaman immediately displayed enough astonishment.

In his memory, such reproduction was always carried out by females—be it the people in the tribe, rabbits, deer, or chickens—chickens had always been hatched by hens to produce chicks.

Learning from the Divine Child that roosters could also hatch chicks left him utterly amazed.

Without hesitation, he joined Han Cheng in force-feeding the unfortunate rooster.

The rooster sensed something was amiss and stubbornly refused to open its beak.

However, this did not deter the two master tricksters of the Green Sparrow tribe.

They found a thin section of bamboo, inserted one end into the rooster's throat and continuously poured the millet mixed with wine down the other end.

This method ensured that the food went straight into the rooster's stomach, leaving the rooster no choice but to consume it.

Whether it was due to the rooster’s impressive alcohol tolerance or the low alcohol content of the Green Sparrow tribe's wine, after consuming half a bowl of the mixture, the rooster was only slightly dazed, still a good distance from being fully drunk.

Han Cheng reached out to feel the space between its chest and neck, and after noticing that the rooster still had some room, he fetched more wine to pour down its throat.

This feeding method would be unbearable even for a human, let alone a chicken.

After consuming more of the mixture, this pampered rooster finally succumbed to the effects of the alcohol, closing its eyes and drifting off to a cloud-like state.

Once it closed its eyes, it marked a significant turning point in its chicken life, embarking on a path of being both father and mother…

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