Just as Guo Yang tried to stuff a small fish into the small black bottle, his grandfather Guo Ma and his wife argued.

"Oh my God, what are you doing here? Are the shells of these turtles worth three cows? ”

Guo Ma's wife, Guo Yang's grandmother, a woman known for her industriousness and tenacity, clung to a pepper tree in front of the stone house and cried loudly.

Guo Ma has never said anything, and his research has entered a critical period.

His hair was disheveled, his eyes were sunken, and his beard grew wildly, almost sealing his mouth.

The whole room was filled with the bones of various animals, all of which were polished by Guo Ma to be as white as new. Of course, on the most important stone table, there are mysterious tortoise shells.

There was an eerie and desperate stench in the room.

Guo Ma hid in his stone room, studying those strange tortoise shells day and night, which made the people of Tianshui Village full of curiosity.

One day, when a man finally couldn't help but be curious, he wanted to visit Guo Ma, who hadn't walked out of that stone house for many years.

With a shrill shout, the man stumbled out of the stone house, staggered to the river like a drunken beast, and plunged headlong into it.

"What is carved on these tortoise shells is the words." One day, when Guo Yang forcibly endured the suffocating stench and touched his grandfather's stone room, Guo Ma pointed to the tortoise shells that were spread out and pointed at Guo Yang.

Guo Yang originally just wanted to search for one or two shells, so that he could wait for the next spring, and go to the birds' big wooden box to touch a small gadget and come out.

In his grandfather's strange stone house, Guo Yang saw words for the first time and was immediately fascinated.

Every three days, he went to steal a piece of tortoise shell and carved the words on the stones on the river beach.

The stones were round and white, like the eyeballs of giants in ancient times.

When night falls, there will be a "whine" sound inside those stones, like the wind blowing through a strange stone forest.

Guo Ma asked Guo Yang to help him find a piece of the skin of a beast and began to write a letter to Wang Hai.

He had a small bottle filled with brown liquid, a treasure he had touched in Wang Hai's box. In addition, under the guidance of Wang Hai, he also plucked the longest feather on the butt of a pheasant and dipped it in brown liquid, so that he could easily write words.

"Words are the meaning of the gods, and the language of the gods can be recorded." Once, when Guo Yang crept into the stone house again, his grandfather murmured.

The letter was written slowly, and some words were revised over and over again until Guo Ma was satisfied.

Even, some parts of the hide, because of too many modifications, finally broke.

Guo Ma used the method taught to him by Wang Hai to use something similar to glue to patch another piece of animal skin to the damaged area.

Guo Ma spread the word that the person who can send this letter out will be the next patriarch of Tianshui Village.

The three youngest and handsome teenagers in Tianshui Village expressed their willingness to run. They set out with the letter written on the skin of the beast.

According to the direction Guo Ma pointed out to them, the three teenagers kept walking east. After climbing nine hundred mountains and wading through seventy-eight streams, they were blocked by a wide river.

The river is said to be so wide that you can barely see the mountains on the other side.

The three teenagers wandered by the big river for many years, and thought of more than 10,000 ways, but they still couldn't cross the river, so they had to return to Tianshui Village in despair.

When they returned, they were surprised to find that many of the people in the village had been dead for many years. The girls who used to walk by the river with them back then were all old.

Among them, there was a young girl who had heard that the three young men who had delivered the letter had finally returned, and walked tremblingly towards the gate of the village with a stick. Halfway through, she fell headlong and never woke up.

"There is a difference between the time outside and ours!" Looking at the three young and handsome teenagers, Guo Ma solemnly told them that nearly sixty years had passed in Tianshui Village, many people had died, and at the same time, more people had been born.

This is a serious problem.

Guo Ma gave up all research, including the words that fascinated him.

Guo Ma stared at the strange cracks in the stone house all day long, not eating or drinking, as if he had never slept at all.

"You're thinking about a serious proposition." One year, Wang Hai led his birdmen to Tianshui Village again, and he went to visit Guo Ma.

The two men talked all night in Guo Ma's stone house, and before leaving, Wang Hai left a hide for Guo Ma.

Guo Ma called out to his wife, who was already old, and asked her to clean up all the garbage in her room, including seventeen eggs of ancient birds, eight ores from the bottom of the sea, three hundred and sixty-five badly damaged tortoise shells, and ten carts of gadgets.

Guo Ma asked his wife to bring clean water and clean the stone house. The sewage that had washed through the room flowed out slowly, passing through the bluestone path of the water village for most of the day, and finally flowed into the small river in front of the village.

Tianshui Village was enveloped by a strange smell, the smell of scorched beast bones, mixed with the strange smell of hundreds of plants after they had rotted, making the people of Tianshui Village lazy and lose interest in everything.

The fish in the creek also began to become lazy, and whenever the sun rose in the east, they jumped vigorously on the stones.

On the stones engraved with words by Guo Yang, the fish did not live long, and after a few jumps, they died.

"Look what you've done!" The grandmother muttered, hung the animal skin that Wang Hai had left for Guo Ma on the wall, and left in a huff.

Like a king, Guo Ma sat in a stone room that suddenly became empty, with only the animal skin hanging on the wall in his eyes.

"Here's the map."

He had to figure out the time difference between Tianshui Village and the outside world.

He couldn't stand the fact that the people outside could stay young for a long time, while the people in Tianshui Village would soon have to die.

"This has little to do with the gods." Once, he told Wang Hai, who was visiting him again, "It must have something to do with the structure of the earth." You have to know that in the depths of the earth, there are still too many things that we don't know, and it should be those unknown things that affect the different age structures of people in different regions. ”

Wang Hai admired Guo Ma's research spirit, but he disagreed with this conclusion: "Guo Ma, you have to know that the structure of the outside world is similar to the structure of Tianshui Village, but there are many places in the outside world that are developing too fast. In my opinion, the root cause of the difference in time is not space, but time itself. ”

For the first time, Guo Ma believed that there were big loopholes in Wang Hai's ideological system. However, he didn't bother to pick it out.

"Looking at the map, it's clear that there is a difference in our timing." Guo Ma ended the conversation with a resolute attitude.

His research has entered a critical moment, and he doesn't want to waste more energy and do that kind of useless battle of words.

Wang Hai quickly took his leave. Something had happened to his birdman team, and he needed to deal with it.

A man in Tianshui Village gave ten shells to a female birdman, and then took her into a small forest.

They soon came out of the grove.

The birdwoman wept quietly as she ran to the camp and got into her little house and couldn't get out.

The man from Tianshui Village flailed his fists in anger and tried to smash open the door made of wooden strips.

Wang Hai stood on a stone, half-squinted, looking at the man in Tianshui Village, with a flame-like light flickering in his eyes.

Wang Hai's short stature didn't look inconspicuous at all, but when he took out a bronze mirror from his arms, the man from Tianshui Village was suddenly stunned.

He had seen the power of this mirror, even if it was far away, a sudden burst of cyan light from the mirror would chase after it like a poisonous snake, and make the head of a large buffalo fall like a bird's egg on a stone, and in the blink of an eye, it would shatter.

"I declare ...... in the name of the gods," Wang Hai bared a mouthful of white teeth.

Just as everyone was making a commotion, a woman ran out of Tianshui Village, carrying a whip, pointed at the man and said viciously: "The mare at home is about to give birth." Also, it's time for the two lambs to feed. Also, the ten shells that my grandmother left me were the ones I was going to use to build a house......"

The troublesome man was like a mouse seeing a cat, and he ran back to Tianshui Village with his head in his arms.