In the past, no matter what it was, Wang Yang would explain it in detail, say the advantages and disadvantages, and then let everyone participate in the discussion before making a decision.

But this change is so abrupt that they don't understand the use of doing this, what is so special.

Who can understand Wang Yang's good intentions, such a tough attitude will naturally be rejected by everyone, after all, they don't like to paint like this.

A few days passed in a flash, and on this day, Wang Yang taught them a few more words, including humans, rabbits, and mice.

The image of a person is the Chinese character for "person".

The image of the rabbit is simpler, highlighting its two ears.

The rat has a long and slender tail and two front teeth.

This is the simplest hieroglyphs, from which the original images of animals can be fully discerned.

And these are the so-called nouns.

I believe that students who have learned English are very confused about grammar, what a noun for a while, a verb, a state word, can't help but scold: "English is too difficult, or Chinese is easy to learn, where are these messy words." ”

In fact, Chinese, like English, has these grammars.

The so-called noun is the name of everything in the world, for example, people, ghosts, rabbits, gods, these are all nouns.

Wang Yang believes that when people realize the independent existence of the self, there is a term.

For example, the Oolong tribe, when Wang Yang found them, they had the most basic language. It's all nouns, and they have their own names.

So Wang Yang thinks. Teach everyone nouns first, at least most of the common objects can be named. Think about something else.

And this incident did kill a lot of brain cells, and Wang Yang had to think about making them accept such a text image.

Words are never the same as pictures, pictures are drawn in their original form, and contain countless information.

For example, a stone, the word stone alone does not have much information, but with the stone that is painted, there is a lot of information.

Probably this stone is flint. It's a pebble, it's a rock, it's pointed, it's round, where one corner is missing, where two corners are missing, there are a few sharp cuts.

These are the advantages of pictures, so it is difficult for Wang Yang to spread this kind of noun. Because people don't approve of it, people think that the stone is strangely shaped, why do you always draw a round stone like an egg?

He had a deep understanding of even hieroglyphs. It's also quite difficult to promote.

Once they don't approve, it will be strange to communicate, in front of Wang Yang. They will draw messily and draw according to their own ideas. There are stones of various shapes.

Like Li Si, he even has to draw the shadow part. If you push him, he will be able to draw you the scene around the stone.

"No, you drew it wrong, this rabbit must have four legs if you don't need to draw it, it doesn't matter if its eyes are drawn or not, and ah, the cow I drew has four legs, why are you only three legs?" Wang Yang pointed to an adult's hieroglyphs and wanted to help him correct them.

The adult said that one of the legs of the cow was bitten off by a giant hyena.

Wang Yang: "......"

"Alright, let's get out of class!" Wang Yang was a little irritated and asked everyone to leave to sleep.

After a few days of teaching, he found that there was no progress in the grams, and he was still standing still, even if he used his strongest attitude to accuse them, it was useless.

He didn't ask people to go to the wheat field to work on hieroglyphs, not to mention here, let alone there.

He comforted himself that in a few days, even if he was a prodigy, he wouldn't be able to learn anything, and he would teach and see.

……

A month later, Wang Yang came to class again.

He basically set the time of class in the morning before eating and after eating in the evening.

In the morning, we teach new words, and in the evening, we revise. Consolidate it every three days and see how everyone is progressing.

When they came to the campfire, everyone looked at Wang Yang, and he began to ask everyone to do dictation.

"Baa~" he learned to cry as the sheep crowed.

Everyone writes.

"Oh~" he chirped as the alpaca chirped.

Everyone writes.

"Moo~" He learned to bark as the cow barked.

Everyone writes.

Then he went to inspect and found that the error rate was as high as 90 percent.

They were not wrong, they were indeed drawing the animals, but they were wrong with the hieroglyphs.

Looking at the vivid pictures, Wang Yang was speechless, which are these words, they are clearly paintings!

Many people want to write the hieroglyphs that Wang Yang likes, but the shape of the cow is strange, although it is all sideways, but some are walking, some are running, and some are not sure whether they are walking or running.

Muddle through!

You must know Lu Dao, in the past month, he has only taught a total of ten words because he is worried about everyone's learning speed!

I haven't learned a word yet!

Obviously, everyone didn't take the hieroglyphs to heart, let alone memorize them, if Wang Yang hadn't forced them for so long, it is estimated that no one would have been able to write them.

Look at the "hieroglyphs" full of all kinds of ugly "hieroglyphs".

Wang Yang was stunned, stunned, speechless, angry, and disheartened!

If it continues to develop like this, it is estimated that even if it is smashed here in this life, it will not be able to make any waves.

Wang Yang closed his eyes and fell to the ground.

At this time, it is the rainy season, and the abundant rain falls in a hurry, and sometimes it comes twice a day.

Come quickly, go fast, let Wang Yang can't help but think of the classic civilization sticker in the toilet: "Come and go flushing." ”

A drop of rain hit Wang Yang's forehead, with a hint of coolness.

Above is a thick shade of green, obscuring the starlight, and a dense snapping sound hits the thick canopy before slowly falling.

It's raining.

The rain came so suddenly, so fast that there was no warning, no lightning. There was no thunder and no strong winds.

made Wang Yang feel a little inexplicable. Somewhat unpleasant.

But he did not get up, and remained lying on the ground. The interest is frustrated, and the sourness is inexplicable.

"Zi~" A drop of rain hit the bonfire, making a sizzling sound, dousing a burning twig, as if it also extinguished the fire in Wang Yang's heart.

A sense of powerlessness welled up in my heart, just like the loneliness of going to the forest alone to find food.

He felt so helpless, so helpless, the flickering flame, as if he was deliberately teasing himself. Kneaded his own shadow into a twisted and crooked one, which was extremely ugly.

And the constant sizzling sound is like a piercing ridicule, which makes people irritated to listen.

"Boom la la la~" Countless rains poured down and smashed on the canopy, and from time to time a strong wind blew up, blowing the canopy fluttering.

It's like a gale playing with trees, and the howling of the wind is a roar. And the knowledge of the trees is like an unwilling resistance, and it is like a feeble moan.

Unbeknownst to me, the trees were destroyed. Anyway, I can still scream two sentences, I am aggrieved, who to cry to?

Could it be a sound...... Huh?

"Bang ......"

Finally it is. The wind is blowing.

At night, it's raining!

The wrath of nature was sprinkled on the earth. All living beings have to bear such wrath, and the forest is extremely quiet.

Even the kings. In the midst of the storm, he could only hide in the corner and lie down obediently.

"Boom!" The sky suddenly thundered, and Wang Yang's eyes seemed to see a flickering electric light, but he didn't seem to see it.

Whether he sees it or not, he is not in the mood, who cares what anger you make, what thunder you hit, and then arrogantly let me be a lightning rod.

He muttered whining, uncomfortable at all.

The rain fell quickly, and everyone was taken aback, and they quickly ran to the shed to take shelter from the rain.

Now they don't have to face the roar of nature directly, why? Because of the presence of that person.

The man in the tiger fur coat was still lying peacefully by the campfire, his nose filled with the smell of smoke that had been extinguished.

He didn't want to move, the weather was very hot.

He wanted to rain on it.

The things that swirled in his mind were still pictures and hieroglyphs, and he couldn't let go, he was helpless, helpless, and lonely.

In these days, the people were indeed not interested in Wang Yang's hieroglyphs, and they drew one set in front of him, and when he was gone, they began to draw theirs again.

It is not an exaggeration to say that the yang is against the yin.

Does Wang Yang know the way? Of course, he knew that the reason was that there was a child who lacked eyes and didn't erase the pictures after communicating with a few friends.

Among them was the hieroglyphs he taught, but they were not used in their communication.

At that moment, he was very uncomfortable. He knew it, but he didn't say it.

"I don't want to do that."

He didn't dare to think about it, and every time he thought about it, the deep feeling of loneliness quickly came over him, drowning him, trying to drown him in the helpless river.

He let go of his mind and tried his best to feel the rain falling, wanting to be alone in the rain.

"Whoa!" It rained very much, very much.

However, why haven't you been drenched in the rain yet?

He opened his eyes, only to see a large wolf skin above, and the wolf skin was stretched open by several adults, blocking the rain the size of beans.

He found that there was a big wolf skin under him, which was also stretched open by several adults to help him keep out the rain.

And because the wolf's skin was too small, everyone themselves were not under the wolf's skin, and the bean-sized rain hit them in the face.

When they saw Wang Yang wake up, they grinned.

Wang Yang suddenly laughed, and a warm current of heat rose from his heart.

It turns out that I am not as lonely as I was at the beginning.

It turns out that they have learned to shelter themselves from the elements.

Suddenly, he blamed himself for asking them to learn hieroglyphs, as abruptly as the rain.

It must have also made them feel a little inexplicable and a little unhappy.

He suddenly felt that he was not happy, or he was really happy, but that they were happy, and he was happy.

If learning hieroglyphs doesn't make them happy, then ...... Don't learn?

No! Then make learning hieroglyphs a joy!

Wang Yang is full of hope again! (To be continued......)

PS: Originally, when I took the chapter name of this chapter, it was very good to write this chapter, but then I thought it was too narcissistic, so it was useless.

And in fact, I did enjoy this chapter.