Ma Lin was making a great effort to get along with the primitive people here.
Because the gap between the two sides was exceptionally wide, he ended up exhausting himself.
One of the primitive people kept taking his things.
Whenever Ma Lin finished making a bone arrowhead, it would be taken away and never returned.
The shoes he wove from hemp, the ropes he twisted, the hats he crafted from tree branches, the berries he washed clean, the bamboo tubes filled with water—anything could be taken by this person and hidden in some tree hole, never to be returned.
Ma Lin believed he should forgive such behavior.
To him, the temperament of the primitive people was peculiar, and sometimes he couldn't predict their actions.
After all, Ma Lin hadn't endured as much hardship as they had, nor did he truly understand or empathize with them.
