Another twenty years passed.
The tribe where Wenren Sheng lived had grown to a population of twenty thousand.
"Great King, you're still alive?" Little Wang Beibei ran over and asked.
He had already died, reincarnated as a young ape, and come looking for him again.
"Mm." Wenren Sheng answered lightly, then looked at a piece of glazed glass. It was translucent and quite cloudy, still a long way from becoming true glass.
"Bro, when are you going to die?"
"Why are you asking that?"
"Because I want to be Great King too."
"You're dreaming." Wenren Sheng replied irritably.
Little Wang Beibei looked unhappily at the glass in his hand.
"What's the point of making glass? We have nowhere to sell it, and nobody would buy it anyway. Making cement is much more practical." Little Wang Beibei had clearly gotten carried away.
"With that little intelligence of yours, if you became Great King, the tribe would collapse for sure." Wenren Sheng looked at him disdainfully.
His wisdom had allowed him to understand early on how important glassmaking was to the historical timeline.
After all, the true danger of this Primitive Era had yet to arrive.
He had long since prepared plans for those crises.
His physical constitution was at the peak of humanity. Though he was not an ape, he could still live for at least a hundred and fifty years.
It would be a long time before he needed to reincarnate.
Ordinary apes could live only fifty years at most.
He had no reason to worry about his lifespan.
Soon afterward, the tribe encountered a new problem.
Another barbarian tribe came to attack them.
They demanded half of their salt and food.
That was obviously impossible, so they fought.
After two years of war, the barbarian tribe was reduced to