Chapter 19 Zhao Wei Makes Words

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Zhao Wei only looked at this cheap old man a little differently at this time, but he didn't expect him to catch this core. Zhao Wei said bluntly: "Words, use words to write our history." ā€

"I don't know what words are?" The scorpion was puzzled.

Zhao Wei began to say in detail: "The language I have taught you in the past few days will be called Mandarin. Mandarin is characterized by a single glance and a word by sound. It's not like you used to read some words in a row, and my head is big to listen to! ā€

"Hey, hey!" The ant smiled sheepishly. But I felt the scorpion's gaze and held back again.

"Based on the characteristics of Mandarin, I created my own set of scripts. Every word you say, I can write it in words. And if I give them to our next generation, they will be able to see exactly what we are saying when they look at the words on a blank sheet of paper. Zhao Wei said in the most concise and clear words. As for saying that he created the text, there is no way to do it. If you explain to them not only to make up nonsense, but also that there is no need to do that, it is better to say it now, which will not only save worry and effort, but also increase prestige.

Zhao Wei's words immediately stunned several people. I really didn't expect that the world could still be like this, and such an impact can impact people's hearts more than bringing an iron pot. After a few translations of the scorpion. The people of the entire cave looked at Zhao Wei as pious as a mortal seeing an immortal.

"King, can you give it a try?" The scorpion said eagerly.

"Of course, this writing system has been hidden in my heart for many years." Saying that, Zhao Wei took out a black pen that had torn off the packaging from a bag, then looked up at the scorpion and said, "You can say a word now." ā€œ

The scorpion thought for a moment before he said excitedly: "The king is really a god, and he can even make it on white paper." There is a complete set of words in the heart, and we will have records in the future. ā€œ

I rub! Is this TMD still primitive? You can even create limericks! Zhao Wei has to admire, this is too unscientific. "You can do limericks too?"

"My lord, I heard you say something very regular once a few days ago, so I wrote it down, and now I imitate it. Well, it's still very regular! The scorpion said embarrassedly.

If you were born in modern times, you would definitely be the champion of liberal arts in a province, and if you were in ancient times, you would definitely be able to be on the gold list, Zhao Wei thought with emotion, and then wrote this limerick poem. However, there is one topic missing. Zhao Wei thought about it again and again, and gave a title of "Gift to Zhao Wei to Make Paper and Write Poems". It is also the first poem ever written by the Atlas. In later historiography, this poem more fully shows that the blank paper and words were created by Zhao Wei.

However, Zhao Wei always felt that something was missing when he looked at this poem. But looking left and right, I couldn't remember what was missing, but when I looked at the word Zhao Wei, Zhao Wei patted his leg. scolded himself in his heart for being a pig's brain, so obviously he didn't see it.

"King, have you finished writing?" The scorpion asked nervously.

Zhao Wei handed over the A3 paper and said, "Not only did I write it, but I also drew up a topic." As a poem, your name is still missing. ā€œ

The scorpion took Zhao Wei's words as a deaf ear, and carefully compared them according to one sound and one word. I found it really right. However, the scorpion asked puzzled about the so-called topic: "King, what is the title?" ā€œ

It is to be able to summarize a word or a sentence of a poem. The title of the poem I gave you is a gift to Zhao Wei to make paper and make words, which is simple and clear, and captures what you want to say. Zhao Wei explained according to his understanding of the topic.

The scorpion nodded unconsciously, and then asked, "King, I don't have a name, so why did you say that I have one less name just now?" ā€œ

"Then let me ask you, what's your last name?"

What's the last name? The scorpion scratched its head, completely dazed. "I'm called a scorpion!"

"What will be the name of your children after that?"

"I don't know, I'll know until they can wear straw ropes!" The scorpion said as a matter of course.

Zhao Wei said: "This is not appropriate, when the text and the blank paper appear, your way of choosing names should be changed." If this continues, the chances of duplicate names are too great. It's like you wrote this poem, and who knows which scorpion it is in a few hundred years! ā€œ

"Makes sense, makes sense!" The scorpion couldn't help but nod, this was really insightful. "So what does the king think I should be called? It's best to put it into words. And no matter how long it takes, the name can only be mine. ā€œ

"Don't worry, I'll give you a name and name that you like. And for the sake of so many people in the cave, I will plan to write down the surnames of the hundred families. Ensure that everyone has a surname and a name. Speaking of this, Zhao Wei thought for a while and said to the scorpion: "It's better for you to be called Qian Yuanzhang in the future." ā€

"Qian Yuanzhang!" The scorpion read his new name without sadness or joy.

In fact, what flashed in Zhao Wei's mind just now was the name of Zhu Yuanzhang, the Taizu Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, but obviously Zhao Wei would not find himself an unhappy point. Therefore, only the word Yuanzhang is taken, and the surname is the surname Qian, which ranks second among the hundred surnames.

The ant, who had never spoken, saw the opportunity and hurriedly said, "King, give me a name too!" ā€

"Wait." Zhao Wei took out a blank sheet of paper and spread it on the bed and wrote out the first forty surnames of the hundred family names silently, of course, these forty surnames were not 100% silently correct. For example, the surname You who ranked fifteenth was changed to the surname Tang.

In front of everyone, Zhao Wei put the paper in front of their eyes. "These are the first forty surnames of the hundred family names I compiled."

While everyone was discussing, Zhao Wei first gave his cheap old man a name. It's called Sun Renhou. Taking this opportunity, the seven daughters of the West Flower Knife were also changed to Sun Shangxiang. Of course, in order to make it easier to remember, Zhao Wei wrote Sun Renhou's name on paper. That way you won't forget his name after a day.

The name given to the ant is Li Chengliang, because the ant also has an older brother, so he named his brother Li Chengdong. The two words at the end of the two people together are the pillars. This is also Zhao Wei's expectation for ants.

In this way, the first four surnames in the hundred surnames have fallen into each family, and Zhao Wei doesn't want others to have these four surnames, which is not stingy. But there are only a few hundred people in the cave, and if there are so many surnames in the future, it is very easy to duplicate the name. So now basically the family has one surname, and the brothers without parents have one surname. Of course, forty surnames are obviously not enough. So in the end, Zhao Wei could only name people who wore more than three strings of straw ropes.

And under this busyness, the sky also darkened. But the rain outside didn't stop at all. In view of this, Zhao Wei didn't plan to go out, and the rice grain could only wait for tomorrow.

Shaking off his sour hand, Zhao Wei began to copy the names one by one again. Li Chengliang tore the white paper into a card and handed it to Zhao Wei, while Qian Yuanzhang was responsible for wrapping the card with his name in transparent tape, and finally Sun Renhou assigned the card to that person.

And the people who get their name cards are very addicted. And those who don't have name cards are very frustrated. If it weren't for Zhao Wei's repeated assurances that everyone would have a share in the next two days, maybe a group fight might really break out over the name card issue.