I am a Primitive Man-Chapter 590: Adults have their games, and children have theirs

Outside the cave of the Black Stone Tribe, in the area that had been smashed beyond recognition, the people of the Black Stone Tribe held weapons made from black stone, pounding and shaping them as they gathered around. They jumped and bounced with excitement.

By now, they had lost all fear of these black stones falling from the sky, emitting loud noises and flashes of light. They felt deeply grateful for these stones, considering their tribe so fortunate to possess such valuable items.

This was, without a doubt, the direct result of their tribe’s recent victory over another tribe that had tried to steal their hunt, after which they gained a newfound sense of strength and luck.

After some more jumping and playing, under the leadership of their chief, Black Stone, the tribe began digging up the stones that were partially or fully embedded in the ground. They carefully selected a larger, rounder black stone that fit their aesthetic standards and carried it into the tribe's cave.

It was placed deep inside the cave, serving as a kind of totem or revered object for the tribe.

As they moved further north, the onset of winter came swiftly, giving them little time to prepare. Not long after Black Stone led the tribe to defeat the other, a fierce cold wind blew in, followed by heavy snow that blanketed the world in white.

Looking at the snow-covered landscape, neither Black Stone nor his people felt joy. Instead, they became even more melancholic. Their food supplies were insufficient, and with the snow obscuring everything, hunting for food became even more difficult.

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The cold not only made it harder for them to find food, but it also caused great harm, limiting their ability to move freely.

Though filled with sorrow, life had to go on.

They sealed the cave entrance, and the fire blazed brightly inside, marking the beginning of the tribe’s winter hibernation.

Inside the cave, people moved little, only engaging in necessary activities. Leaving the warm sleeping areas would mean enduring the cold, and limiting movement helped conserve food, reducing consumption.

However, today was different. Hammering echoed beside the firepit, waking many from their peaceful slumbers.

When they saw the one making the noise was the young person who had discovered the great potential of the black stones over a year ago, they offered no more words. The people of the Black Stone Tribe were always lenient toward those who had made significant contributions.

The young person was holding a black stone and forcefully striking a thick bone placed next to another black stone beside the fire. This bone was one of the food portions he had received today, and since he had been sleeping earlier, he was only now beginning to eat.

The people of the Black Stone Tribe had grown fond of using the black stones to break open hard foods, as they quickly shattered them.

Once the bone cracked open, the young person eagerly ate the marrow, not even sparing the tiny fragments.

Afterward, instead of returning to sleep, he squatted by the fire, tapping away at the smaller black stone. He found the tapping sounds pleasant and enjoyed how different stones produced different sounds when struck.

The black stone in his hand had been struck against a nearby stone around the fire a dozen times because he thought its sound was the most pleasant.

The sound stopped when he noticed that the stone he had been striking seemed to have become flatter.

He looked at the black stone in his hand and then at the others nearby, puzzled.

After striking them all in the same way, he couldn't understand why only the black stone around the fire—used to prevent burning embers from rolling away—had become noticeably flatter.

After a few more moments of striking and thinking, the young person finally figured out the reason.

It was the fire!

After the black stone had been heated by the fire, it became much easier to shape when struck.

In primitive times, there weren't many forms of entertainment, and the most enjoyable activity was typically reserved for adults, leaving little for the young ones.

So, the young ones, finding something new and fun, would often strike and tap the stones, having a good time.

As this activity spread, more and more young people in the tribe began to do the same, and before long, the once-quiet cave would often echo with the sound of tapping and clinking.

Eventually, an adult, tired of the constant noise, came out to stop them.

After stopping the clinking, he noticed the black stone near the fire had been perfectly flat by the idle young ones' constant tapping.

“￥%6…” the adult mumbled under his breath, seemingly scolding the young ones.

His voice faded, and after looking at the flat black stone for a while, his gaze shifted to the black stone weapons resting in the corner.

Wouldn’t it be nice if the weapons were as smooth and flat as this stone?

Given the tribe's importance of the black stone weapons, the adult quickly connected the two ideas.

Thinking this, he fetched his own weapon, hesitated for a moment, then carefully removed the black stone from it and placed it in the fire to heat.

Outside, the world was covered in white, the cold and north wind mixing, making everything tremble.

This season was not suited for travel, but the people of the Black Stone Tribe still opened the cave and, led by the chief, stepped out into the heavy snow.

The chief would have preferred not to lead his people out in such weather if there had been any other choice.

However, their food supplies were running low, and he had no choice but to take the tribe outside.

Originally, the tribe’s food could last a little longer, but after discovering that heating the black weapons in the fire and hammering them made them more beautiful and sharp, their food was consumed faster.

This activity required food to support it.

Given the circumstances, Black Stone wasn’t planning to hunt for prey, as that would have taken too long and relied too much on luck.

Instead, he led his people directly to a nearby tribe with weapons.

The battle at the beginning of winter had awakened Black Stone.

It made him realize how strong they were with their black stone weapons and showed him a clear path for securing food, thanks to the actions of Da Chong and his tribe.