One day, five days later, Lin Jing's wooden house erupted in a burst of imageless laughter.

Inside the house.

Lin Jing put one hand on her waist, and in the other hand held a wooden bowl, and in the bowl was a crystal green liquid.

"Haha, this girl is really talented"

Lin Jing was very happy, and finally succeeded in making the potion, which was the green liquid in her wooden bowl.

A big pot, the finished product is only this small bowl.

After being happy for a while, Lin Jing's mood slowly calmed down, and now it was the time to witness the miracle.

"Let's try it for the animals first"

Lin Jing thought so, because the potion used was made from substitutes, and its efficacy was different from what was recorded in the formula, so the insurance method was to try it on the gray hairy rat first.

Each of the three grey-haired rats was fed a drop of potion and waited for the results.

Ten minutes passed.

The three grey-haired rats do not have any anomalies.

After another half an hour, the three gray rats were still alive and kicking around without any abnormalities.

Lin Jing was relieved and drank all the potions in the bowl.

She made a potion that increased her mental power, and it was the only potion she could find a full replacement for.

The taste is a bit bitter.

Lin Jing carefully felt the effect of the potion, and after drinking it for about two minutes, she clearly felt a coolness rushing towards her brain.

At this time, there were obvious fluctuations in the spiritual power, and it seemed that the magic potion was working.

Lin Jing closed her eyes and carefully experienced the changes in her mental power.

After a while, she reopened her eyes, and there was joy in them.

"The increased mental power is equivalent to the effect of two consecutive nights of meditation. It's ok."

Such a result is not particularly good for Lin Jing, but it is better than nothing. This equates to a twofold increase in the meditative effect.

It seems to have a good effect, but it doesn't satisfy Lin Jing. Potions are not easy to make, and it took her five days to make a bowl, which shows how low the success rate is, let alone drink a bowl of potions every day.

What's more, the materials for making this potion are running out.

The matter of the potion came to an end for the time being, and Lin Jing's life returned to peace......

On this day, Lin Jing was teaching the children of the tribe to learn words.

For civilization to progress and tribes to be strong, writing is an indispensable link.

Primitive people did not have words. They recorded information in the form of guò graphics or simple symbols, which were passed down from tribe to tribe.

Whether it is a graphic or a symbol, the meaning expressed is very one-sided, and it cannot achieve the rich expression effect of words.

"Follow Me One"

Lin Jing took the staff and pointed to the black stone slab beside her, on which was a line of words written in white limestone, and what she taught was naturally Chinese characters.

In front of them, there were seven figures.

These seven people are Shushan saplings. There are also five children under the age of 10.

Shushan is thirteen years old, but he is not the eldest of the seven, the eldest is a sapling, fifteen years old.

I saw that all seven of them were sitting down in a precarious position. listened attentively to Lin Jing's lecture, and from time to time showed admiration.

Lin Jing didn't teach the adults in the tribe, she didn't have that much energy. Add to that the fact that the tribe has to go up and down, and almost every adult has something to do. There is no time to learn, so you have to start with a child. It will gradually spread in the future.

When she first started teaching, Lin Jing was still worried that the five youngest ones were not easy to teach, in her cognition, children were very naughty, and the children of primitive people were running around the world with bare butts, very naughty.

As a result, as soon as I taught them, I found that these children looked at them with admiration and were very obedient, and they didn't know if they understood the lesson or not.

"Shanzhu, you come and read these words" Lin Jing called out to a little girl.

Shanzhu immediately stood up excitedly, and was called by the oracle, which made her feel very honored, although she was only nine years old, but during this time, the tribe was praised by the oracle, and she was also edified.

"One"

After reading the first word, Shanzhu forgot how to pronounce the following words, and opened his mouth to squeak and squeak, a little embarrassed.

Lin Jing sighed in her heart, and sure enough, she still couldn't have too high expectations, "Sit down"

At the end of the morning class, before leaving, Lin Jing assigned homework to the seven people, and it was not difficult, that is, to write down all the words learned today five times and hand them over to her tomorrow.

The seven went back happily.

"That's what you're talking about?" Yan Yao walked out at some point, curiously looking at the words on the slate.

The characters on the slate are one to ten, which looks very simple, but in the eyes of the primitive Yan Yao, they have become not simple.

He already believed very much that Lin Jing was the messenger sent by the gods, otherwise how could he understand so many words that ordinary people didn't know.

Take that stone pot as an example, no one has ever created a pot to cook something to eat, Lin Jing is the first, if it's just like this, forget it, it can be said that she made it blind, but in addition to the pot, there are wooden houses, as well as making clothes, weaving nets, purifying gray salt, and so on.

All the incredible things add up to make one have to admit that it is possible that these things were really learned from the gods, rather than just made up.

"Well, words can be passed on to our culture, used by future generations, and used to convey information, in short, it is very useful and important."

Lin Jing explained, picked up a piece of gray-white limestone, and wrote the words 'Yanyao' under the stone slab.

"This word is pronounced Yan, this word is pronounced Yao, it is your name"

"My name" Yan Yao muttered with a hint of wonder in his eyes.

Lin Jing explained with great interest, "Look at this word of fire, it is composed of two fires, and fire represents the burning flame, you see that this word of fire does not look like the shape of a flame."

Yan Yao listened attentively, and after listening to Lin Jing's explanation, he was very surprised, and felt that the words were very magical, just two words, explaining the meaning of his name in such detail.

"How do you write your name?" He asked.

After Lin Jing heard this, she wrote the words 'Lin Jing' on the stone slab, "This is my name"

Yan Yao looked at it carefully and again, and firmly remembered these words in his heart.

He turned his head sideways and looked at Lin Jing gently, "How much do the gods love you, so they will teach you these words that belong to the gods."

"I don't know, maybe God looks at me more pleasing to the eye," Lin Jing said casually.

Yan Yao looked at Lin Jing, his brows furrowed slightly, his heart was not relaxed at all, and he was still a little anxious, he was really afraid that one day, the gods would take Jing away from him, the gods were so favored by Jing, even the witch doctor of the Yan Department had never received such favor. (To be continued.) )