Yin and Shaoyan knelt opposite Yang Hao, looking nervous.

In the flickering firelight, Yang Hao's face flickered and darkened, looking weird and mysterious.

"From today onwards, you will have to follow me every day to learn some counting skills."

After Yang Hao finished speaking, the two of them couldn't hide the joy in their hearts, in this era of lack of knowledge, how could such a profound skill be mastered by ordinary people.

They had the impression that only a wizard of a powerful tribe deserved such magical abilities.

They originally thought that Yang Hao was just talking casually, after all, looking at Yang Hao's appearance and age, he couldn't get along with those high-ranking wizards at all.

Unexpectedly, Yang Hao was really ready to teach himself such skills, how could he not make them excited, at this moment Yang Hao became more mysterious and powerful in their eyes.

"Thank you, Chief!"

The two of them prostrate on the ground, expressing their awe of Yang Hao with the most pious etiquette.

Yang Hao let the two of them get up and said, "I am very happy that you can have such a studious heart, and I hope you can keep it up and study hard." ”

"Don't worry, chief, I will definitely learn by heart."

"Me too!"

The two hurriedly said.

Yang Hao is also a little difficult about where to teach, he has no experience as a teacher at all, not to mention teaching the ancients thousands of years ago, what he can teach, he has no bottom in his heart.

But this step he knew he had to take it, his strength alone was limited, and he had to cultivate some usable talents.

After thinking about it for a while, I had a plan in my heart.

"Before I teach you again, can you tell me, what count?"

The two were stunned for a moment, and looked at Yang Hao a little blankly.

"It's okay, just say whatever you want."

After being silent for a while, Shao Yan said hesitantly: "Chief, I think counting is how many people and how many things there are. ”

Yang Hao nodded and looked at Yin.

"Chief, I think number is everything in the world."

Yang Hao: "Oh! He asked, "Why do you think so?" ”

Yin thought for a while and said, "Chief, I've heard before that the wizards of those big tribes will use numbers to divinate good fortune and communicate with the gods, and the gods created all things, so I think numbers are like this. ”

After listening to the answers of the two, Yang Hao nodded expressionlessly, and said: "What you said has some truth, but what I want to teach you is not the methods of those wizards and fools, those things are too simple in my opinion, the universe naturally has its own rules, and everything cannot be separated from this rule, and we human beings use numbers to make this invisible and intangible rule concrete." ”

Yang Hao paused, thought for a while, and continued: "There are different seasons in this world, spring, summer, autumn and winter, we call them the four seasons, our ancestors through long-term observation and exploration, according to the law of the sun and the moon, formulated a calendar, let me know when to plow, when to harvest, these are inseparable from counting. ”

Yin and Shaoyan listened very seriously, and Yang Hao's words made them seem to have opened the door to a new world, and they admired Yang Hao's profound knowledge even more.

Seeing that the two of them were like elementary school students, kneeling straight, Yang Hao smiled, picked up a stone from the ground, and put the ten numbers from 0 to 9 on the ground.

Looking at the strange symbols on the ground, the two felt extremely mysterious, and they were about to touch these sacred things, and their palms were already covered with sweat.

"These are ten numbers, and all numbers evolve from these ten numbers, and these are the ten numbers that I will teach you today."

Shao Yan and Yin stared at the ground intently, as if there was a magical magic force in those numbers that attracted them.

Yang Hao pointed to 0 and said, "This is zero, which represents nothing, but when it is combined with other numbers, it has meaning." ”

At this time, Shaoyan suddenly said: "Chief, how is there no meaning, is there nothing at all?" ”

Yang Hao smiled and said, "This is the magic of numbers, open your hands." ”

The two of them stretched out their hands blankly.

"Each of us has ten fingers, and from the first to the ninth is a number, but the tenth is a combination of one and zero."

As he spoke, Yang Hao wrote a 10 on the ground.

Yin scratched his head, his brain was a little fundamentally Yang Hao's thoughts, and his mood was a little irritable.

Yang Hao didn't dwell too much on this question, pointed to the numbers on the ground, and asked them to read it a few times after him.

Counting is easy to grasp, although Shaoyan and Yin are in contact for the first time, but after ten minutes, they can basically distinguish the meaning of each number.

Looking at the waning moon that had risen above the treetops, Yang Hao said, "You master these numbers first, and learn new things tomorrow." ”

Seeing Yang Hao leaving, the two hurriedly bowed down and said, "We send the leader." ”

Yang Hao nodded and said, "You don't have to learn too late, you can't fall behind in training tomorrow." ”

After saying that, he ignored the two of them and turned back to his tent.

This night, Yin had several dreams, in which he became a respected witch in the tribe, mastered the ability to communicate with the gods, crossed thousands of mountains and rivers, followed the guidance of the gods, came to the place where the gods were, looked at the tall figure, Yin's face was full of astonishment, and blurted out: "Chief! ”

Yin sat up from the ground and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, only then did he realize that it was a dream.

Looking at the slightly pale sky, he muttered to himself, "This is a revelation from the gods?" ”

Yin, who was not sleepy, walked out of the tent and sat alone in the place where he studied last night, looking at the ground that had already been smoothed out in a daze.

In the early morning, it is still a four-lap round-trip run.

While the others were busy building the tribe, Yang Hao was once again alone in a secluded place tinkering with his own things.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, the Daqi tribe has been living on this barren mountain for nearly a month.

After nearly a month of hard work, this place is no longer a barren mountain, and a three-meter-high fence wall has risen from the ground, and the entire area is about the size of a football field.

Although for a tribe of more than 100 people, it is a little crowded, but living within the wall, my heart is full of security.

Yang Hao also had two toilets built, and asked everyone to supervise each other, and as long as there was open defecation, they would be punished.

After rectifying a few disobedient people, everyone was honest, and under Yang Hao's high-pressure policy, they could only honestly go to a fixed place to excrete.

There is no consumption in and out of a month, and the food crisis has reached the point of imminence, Yang Hao knows that he should act, and looks at the results of his hard work for a month, showing a satisfied smile.

"This thing should be a good bait, I hope it will surprise me, otherwise I have to go down."