We made you the chief, and now you've become the world's chief?

Chapter 50 Where Do We Come From?
After distributing the remaining earthenware bowls to the newly arrived U tribe women, Hima put the earthenware jar outside to collect water.

That's the benefit of rain: it not only brings new food resources, but also makes it much easier to get water.

The water from the source quickly filled the entire jar, and after the soup in the pot was finished, Hima immediately poured the water into the pot.

Boiling crabs is just for drinking water to fill your stomach; what follows is the "main course."

Add lard and fish to cold water and bring to a boil.

Everyone sipped the hot crab soup while looking at the "big fish and meat" in the pot.

Xia Minghao, meanwhile, was looking at them, pondering how to establish a sense of identity and clarify the question of "where they came from."

From the first life forms underwater, to the giant beasts of the Stone Age, and then to the first time humans walked upright?
Or is it some kind of Big Bang, where a fertilized egg combines?

Explaining these things is useless; it would be strange if primitive people could understand them.

I guess after listening to that in a daze, he'll forget about it when he goes to bed at night.

How can we make these primitive people both enjoy listening to and understand the material, while also explaining the question of "where we came from"?
An answer immediately came to mind: mythology.

Yup!

myth!

Thinking of this, Xia Minghao coughed lightly twice.

Everyone in the cave looked over, their eyes filled with curiosity.

After organizing his thoughts, Xia Minghao began to recount the first myth—Pangu creating the world—using a limited vocabulary of primitive language.

"There was a person named Pangu, who was very tall and very big, and he was sleeping."

"There was no sun, moon, or stars back then."

A giant, a sleeping giant, sleeping in the darkness of night when there is no sun, moon, or stars?

The images described in the words wove together in everyone's minds, and everyone who was originally only thinking about the delicious food in the pot was now completely drawn to it.

The primitive people, whose imaginations were limited, immediately showed horrified expressions after seeing the scene Xia Minghao described in their minds.

How terrifying it is to have such a dark world!

Seeing the obvious reactions on everyone's faces, Xia Minghao realized they understood what he was saying, and he felt relieved.

They then began to tell the story of Pangu creating the world.

Pangu separated heaven and earth, explaining the origin of all things, from mountains and rivers to wind, rain, thunder, and lightning.

Thunder roared again, but the women no longer felt the same fear as before.

Because they now know why there is thunder and lightning, most of their fear of the unknown has disappeared, leaving only an instinctive fear of the power of nature.

The water in the pot had long been boiling, and the meat was cooked, but it seemed that everyone had forgotten to eat, and everyone was reminiscing about Pangu creating the world.

"Where in Pangu's body did we become?"

At this moment, Una's voice rang out, forcibly pulling Xia Minghao's gaze away from the pot.

I was a little hungry and wanted to eat something first, then we could talk about it.

But seeing that everyone in the cave had their curiosity written all over their faces, even the gluttonous girl Una was so eager to get an answer that she forgot about the meat in the pot.

Xia Minghao decided to strike while the iron was hot and finish speaking in one go.

"No."

The simple pronunciation only fueled everyone's even stronger doubts.

It wasn't that giant Pangu who created the world?

Looking at the bewildered crowd, their curious gazes seemed to be asking, "Is there another expert?"

"Yes, Nuwa!"

"Nuwa..."

Everyone repeated the name, seemingly trying to remember it deeply.

"Nuwa, create humans from clay."

"When you get tired of kneading mud, you can use a vine to pick up some mud, flick it, and the mud will be flung onto the ground and turn into a person."

Upon hearing this, the women of the Xi tribe immediately recalled the pottery their chief had once sculpted from mud. The women of the other Wu tribes could easily conjure up the same image, as they had all been children and played with mud.

Seeing the sudden realization on the faces of everyone in the cave, Xia Minghao suddenly felt like laughing.

If other time travelers were to come to this world in the future and discover that it also has legends of Nuwa and Pangu, I wonder what they would think.

Just as he was about to announce that dinner was ready, seeing that the meat in the pot was cooked until it was very tender, he suddenly heard Ye Zi's voice.

Ye Zi was the quietest of them all. After finishing the work that only she could do, she would just stay quietly.

It's been raining these past few days, so we haven't been able to fire pottery. Ye Zi has started collecting bones that have been boiled, I don't know what she's making.

Unexpectedly, Ye Zi, who is usually quiet and inconspicuous, has now taken the initiative to ask a question in front of so many people.

But this problem...

"Pangu and Nuwa, will you grant us power?"

Alright, alright, you're resorting to feudal superstition again, aren't you?

Fortunately, the creation myths of Pangu separating heaven and earth and Nuwa creating humans were not feudal superstitions, but rather "primitive philosophy."

This is why Xia Minghao dared to speak out: as long as it is given the right guidance, there will be no superstitious behavior.

"No, Pangu created the world we see, and Nuwa created us in this world."

"But if we want to live a good life, we have to rely on ourselves!"

To help them understand better and avoid going astray, Xia Minghao continued.

"Now, we have food, water, and caves. We don't have to go out in the rain to find food, all because of ourselves."

"We did all of this ourselves, with our own hands."

Xia Minghao raised his hands, and everyone looked at his hands.

Hima arranged for several women to start distributing the meat soup. Everyone looked up, but they couldn't help but fantasize about "Pangu creating the world" and "Nuwa creating humans".

However, several women still looked at their hands. Although they had received an answer from the chief, one question still puzzled them.

If they were relying on their own hands, why were they still unable to fill their stomachs before, but now they can eat such delicious food?

You can stay in the cave even on rainy days without worrying about food?
Finally, they figured out the answer, their gaze leaving their hands and turning to the man with yellow skin and black eyes beside the earthenware pot…

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"Can they still fly?"

"Could it be able to smash a big rock to pieces with one punch?"

Inside the cave of the Li tribe, Wamu was surrounded by people, and they all felt a little short of breath.

Not just the women of the Wa tribe, but everyone in the Li tribe.

Since the start of the rainy season, the people of the Li tribe have been forced to stay in caves and go hungry, all of them reminiscing about the taste of the meat soup they brought back from the Xi tribe.

The women of the Wa tribe couldn't help but chat about the bits and pieces they had learned from Wamu.

This reached the ears of the Li tribe, and then it began to spread.

Wamu was initially very scared, but to her surprise, the men of the Li tribe did not scold or beat her. Instead, they eagerly began to ask her questions.

Everyone started asking all sorts of questions, leaving Wamu unsure how to answer and only able to nod.

This made everyone believe it. The man from the Xi tribe actually came from such a powerful tribe. No wonder he had so much flesh and could make women throw spears so far!
The people of the tribe where the chief of the Xi tribe originally came from could fly, kill a giant human-faced bear with ease, and shatter rocks with a single punch!
Moreover, the chief said that he would make his tribe do the same in the future.

And so, the women asked questions all night long.

After asking a few questions at the beginning, Liba only listened to Wamu answering other women's questions.

Then he fell into thought...

He wanted to make a decision that went against his ancestors' wishes, and his mind was wavering between reason and emotion.

As the night passed, sunlight finally pierced through the drizzling rain and shone into the cave again, illuminating his bald head once more!
(End of this chapter)