I am a Primitive Man

Chapter 414: The Great War to protect the grains

"This... is the method the Divine Child came up with?"

Looking at those straw men made of hay and sticks, earnestly wrapped in animal skins outside, and then looking at the Divine Child's confident expression, Shaman was at a loss for words to express his feelings.

With living people around, those damn birds aren't afraid, and now you've made some fake people to go over there...

Shaman's reaction was clear to Han Cheng, and he could roughly understand what he was thinking.

Various animals are quite bold in this era, unlike in later generations when they fear humans. Humans have not yet risen to the point where all animals must look at humans' faces to survive.

You can see this from Shaman's frustrated reactions to those arrogant birds.

Simply making these straw men won't naturally intimidate these birds. Some audacious ones might even stand on top of the straw men and show off.

Birds aren't afraid of people because humans haven't left a deep enough impression on them. If the impression left is deep enough, even scarecrows would scare them!

Seeing Shaman's skeptical look, Han Cheng directly announced that everyone else should drop what they were doing except for the most necessary tasks, pick up their bows and arrows, and begin the great war to defend the food supply.

With these words spoken, everyone in the tribe was united in solidarity, responding enthusiastically to the Divine Child's call.

These birds were now taking advantage of the crops they painstakingly planted, naturally leaving them feeling indignant.

Apart from this reason, another was that these birds tasted quite good...

So, the people who set aside their work picked up their bows, prepared their arrows, and scattered across the vast wilderness.

In the ensuing hours, the sound of bowstrings continuously echoed. Now and then, flocks of birds would be startled from the ground, and occasionally, a bird would lose its life due to greed.

Shaman also joined in, closely following Third Senior Brother, because, within the entire tribe, Third Senior Brother's archery skills were the best, with almost every arrow hitting its mark.

Each time an arrow was shot, a bird would be hit. Once, incredibly, one arrow pierced through two birds!

At moments like these, the Shaman displayed a speed not typical for someone his age, eagerly running over to retrieve the feathered arrows and count the birds that had already died.

Seeing this childish behavior, the Third Senior Brother wanted to laugh but didn't dare.

After a while, Shaman looked at the increasing number of dead birds around him and suddenly became puzzled.

The method the Divine Child was currently employing didn't seem to have anything to do with the scarecrows he had previously set up, right?

But Shaman quickly stopped wondering, as not far away, Third Senior Brother's bowstring twanged again, and another bird fell.

Filled with the joy of picking up the shot-down birds, Shaman's mind was too occupied to dwell on the Divine Child's seemingly disjointed actions and words.

People in this era always valued food. Even though their tribe's totem was the green finch, birds ruining their crops were just as merciless.

This chaotic rain of arrows was certainly adequate. At first, these birds contended with these featherless monkeys in the grain fields. As more and more of their kind fell victim to these brutal monkeys due to their greed, they finally dared not be so bold anymore.

The pursuit and shooting continued until noon.

After experiencing the bloody lesson, those birds, looking at the hairless monkeys in the millet field, finally dared not risk their lives anymore.

Seeing that it was almost done, Han Cheng had the previously prepared scarecrows brought out from the tribe and scattered them in the millet fields.

Han Cheng brought some relatively soft tree sticks to make them more realistic. He tied them with ropes, bent them at both ends and tied them to the scarecrows' arms to make it look like they were drawing bows and shooting arrows.

After all, those bent bows and arrows left the most lasting impression on these birds.

Looking at the sun now directly to the south, Han Cheng wiped the sweat from his forehead. The morning's work had been quite hot.

Seeing that everything was set up, Han Cheng called everyone back.

"Divine Child, are we just going back like this... those birds..."

The shaman held a bunch of shot-down birds, looked at some birds still lingering on the surrounding branches and bushes, unwilling to leave, and then looked at the scarecrows in the fields, appearing somewhat worried.

As soon as they leave, those birds will come back.

"It's okay."

Han Cheng looked at the nearly hundred scarecrows in the millet field and spoke up.

Shaman walked back skeptically, constantly glancing back at the millet field. Indeed, the birds did not misbehave.

After lunch, Shaman, who usually took a nap, did not sleep this time and came out.

Upon coming out, he went to the millet field. Apart from a few startled birds flying out of the ground, no other birds were around.

The morning scene of flocks and flocks did not appear.

Looking at the scarecrows in the field, Shaman couldn't help but admire them secretly.

In the afternoon, about halfway through, Han Cheng sent half the people to sweep through the millet fields and its surroundings again with bows and arrows.

These birds were quite clever. They slowly became bolder after the initial shock and realized these terrifying hairless monkeys (scarecrows) were less aggressive.

If not taken seriously, they would return to their previous behavior in a few days.

So, having people come over from time to time to deepen these birds' memory, making them remember that the things here cannot be eaten and these scarecrows standing in the field are not to be trifled with, was vital.

After doing this several times, seeing the scarecrows in the field, they dared not come down anymore...

"This! This..."

The next morning, Shaman repeated what he had done before.

Getting up early, washing up, and feeding the rabbits, accompanied by Third Senior Brother, walking along the edge of the millet field outside the tribe.

Looking at the scarecrows in the field and under the protection of the scarecrows, they were no longer harassed by birds, growing peacefully, and the millet was getting heavier. His smile couldn't be suppressed.

Until now, seeing the situation here.

Shaman was angry, and the Third Senior Brother beside him was indignant.

Following their gaze, they saw a large area of millet that had grown well, now all lying on the ground, trampled and looking terrible as if someone had rolled around here.

"Tie Tou!"

Shaman, finally calming his anger, blew his beard and stared angrily.

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