Jun Qianqian walked to the end of the stone room, where there was a box, brushing away the thick dust, and could see a thick and neat stack of animal skins inside, and many things were written on the back of the animal skins with branding.

"Text."

In this era, it was the first time she had seen words.

It's just these ghostly symbols, not any language she knows.

"Strange, if you know that I will walk here one day, why don't you leave behind the hides in a language I understand?"

Jun Qianqian has completely fallen into the brain supplement, her crossing is definitely not accidental, the portrait of the priest and goddess, and the sky worshiped as a god by the tribesmen, what impact has it had on this world?

"Can I take this back?"

Jun Qianqian took the animal skin and asked Ah Xia.

"Absolutely!"

In Ah Xia's heart, the current Jun Qianqian is like a god, and besides, the Qingzhu tribe is gone, if something can be taken away by her, even the deceased priest should be happy.

"What's on it?"

Luo Ze looked at the thick stack of animal skins.

"I don't know, maybe it's a storybook, maybe it's a record of history, take it back and I'll read it slowly."

Jun Qianqian took a general look at the amount of text, I don't know if it is enough to decipher and use, any two formed languages can be corresponded according to certain rules, but the premise is that the amount of records is sufficient.

Linguistics is also a science in a sense, and scholars are fearless.

Jun Qianqian took advantage of the last light before the sun went down to write down the symbols on the wall.

After nightfall, everyone rested directly in the front hall of the cave, and the Qingzhu tribe did not have many useful things, so they mainly carried a few large bundles of bamboo back.

Loban helped Ah Xia dig a deep pit and bury the bones that could no longer be identified.

Jun Qianqian sat by the fire and looked at the hides.

"Did you find anything?"

Luo Ze warmed the food and fed it to Jun Qianqian.

"I don't think the word count is enough."

In the translation of codes or unknown languages, there are two key points to be found, one is regularity, and the other is correspondence.

According to the local people she came into contact with, it can be determined that the speaking habits here are the most common words in the text, which should be "了", "of", "you", "me", and "he".

Written records are not as easy to repeat as spoken words, but the basic rule is that she finds the same symbols and compares them with connected ones.

However, it is still the previous problem, the text has too few basic words.

The thick stack of animal skins is only nine pages, plus the one with the portrait, a total of ten.

"But this priest and goddess definitely has something to do with me."

Jun Qianqian pointed to a symbol to show Luo Ze.

"What does this mean?"

Luo Ze also wanted to help, but he didn't have a formed language and writing system to correspond to, no matter how smart he was, it wouldn't help.

"This symbol has nothing to do with the others, it appears separately outside the paragraph, but if you turn it in one direction, this is a seal 'Jun' character."

The word "Jun" is like a mouth, and a flag is drawn on it, representing those who hold power and those who give orders.

"I have this character in my name, in fact, my full name is Jun Qianqian, and 'Jun' is my surname."

Jun Qianqian wrote her name on the ground, and she explained that the full name was divided into two parts.

"Jun" is a commonly used word, but it is not a common surname, and the three square words are neatly arranged on the ground, Luo Ze stares hard, as if he wants to engrave these symbols into his heart.

"My last name is written on it, maybe this thing is left for me."

Jun Qianqian wrote down all the symbols and slowly sorted them out in her mind.

"Before we go back tomorrow morning, we'll check to see if there are any other words."

Looking at the symbols on the animal skin, Luo Ze had a premonition that an epoch-making thing was placed in front of his eyes.

Words can record events, can travel through a hundred years, and pass on to future generations.

"It's okay, I've got it all in my head."

It's so confident!

Jun Qianqian nodded her head and noticed the enthusiasm in his eyes when he looked at the symbols.

"If you want to learn, I can teach you what I will."

There are only 3,000 commonly used words in Chinese, not to mention that their vocabulary is already very rich, and they only need to correspond to the language and words one by one, and they can quickly learn Chinese.

"Is that okay?"

Luo Ze looked at her with starry eyes.

"Of course, what are you going to see with me? It would be even better if everyone could learn it! ”

When Luo Ze was keeping vigil, Jun Qianqian leaned on his shoulder and wrote square words on the ground with a branch, Luo Ze learned very quickly, and he remembered their names.

Jun Qianqian is a scholar, but she is not a good teacher, her thinking is too jumpy, that is, relying on Luo Ze to be smart, otherwise if she changes students, she will definitely complain about her.

"The stars in the sky shed tears, and the roses on the earth withered~"

Jun Qianqian sang a children's rhyme, while writing the lyrics to show him, the song gently echoed in the dome, as if in a dream.

On the way back, Jun Qianqian sat in the basket on Luo Ze's back, with a pile of bamboo under her feet, swaying and feeling like a giant panda.

"The spring rain shocks the spring and the valley sky, and the summer is full of mangs and the summer is connected.

Autumn dew, autumn frost, winter snow and snow and winter small and big cold. ”

Jun Qianqian chanted the solar term song, and the other tribesmen also learned from her to read it together, with bamboo to make fences, maybe it is time to put the matter of making paper and pen on the agenda.

Purple Flower Tribe Full Literacy Campaign! Imperative!

When they got home, they immediately gathered around and planted all the bamboos in the ground as soon as possible, while they were still fresh.

"Leave three or four knots on the bamboo, and leave some leaves on it, but not too many."

Bamboo grows taller than a tree, but it's actually a grass that grows quickly and survives transplanting.

Jun Qianqian taught everyone to pinch off the excess leaves, too many leaves, too strong evaporation, the bamboo will dry up, no leaves, and can not carry out photosynthesis.

"Lately, I have to water the bamboo every day, and when it takes root, I don't have to worry about it anymore."

Bamboo takes root very slowly, often taking more than a year, but the bamboo shoots that emerge can grow dozens of centimeters tall in a day.

Don't squat next to the bamboo shoots, you might poke your buttocks.

Jun Qianqian and everyone worked while making trouble, and soon planted all the bamboo they brought back, and the literacy class in the tribe is currently taught by Luo Ze, and everyone said that they couldn't keep up with the progress of Teacher Qianqian.

"Is there a big problem with the way I teach?"

Jun Qianqian squatted on the side of the open space platform and drew circles on the ground.

"No, they're too stupid to care about Qianqian."

Luo Ze looked like he took it for granted, and said nonsense with his eyes open.