When the old man returned to the map, it was already late at night, and he left all the reconnaissance groups in the area occupied by the wild boars, and assigned some simple tasks to several of them.

In these groups that assigned tasks, there are young people from the Northern Underworld, and the current Northern Underworld is the focus of the old party's care, and the good children who can read and write naturally have to spend a little more time cultivating them, so that they have more opportunities to get in touch with all aspects of the old party's plan.

Now, Lao Fang hadn't thought of a way to attack the wild boar's territory, so he sighed and put this matter behind him for the time being.

He pondered another issue – the popularization of culture.

This is something that the old party really wants to do, but he has never had time to do it, there was no condition before, but now that he has the Northern Underworld clan as an assistant, this matter can be considered first.

Let the young people of the Northern Hell clan pick up this burden, and they only need to grasp the general direction.

If you do everything yourself, you will definitely make your thinking become a mess, and you will not be able to achieve anything in the end.

Lao Fang knows his position, although he is a player, he can easily guide him, instead of controlling everything in every detail.

Lao Fang hopes that everyone can use the language and writing well, the language is Chinese, and the writing is Chinese characters.

He hopes that this kind of thing, which is original to the Chinese people and has been precipitated by 5,000 years of brilliant culture, can also be popular in this game, because Lao Fang feels that the formation of every Chinese character has a far-reaching history, and the composition of each Chinese character is the crystallization of the wisdom of the Chinese family.

These characters are taken out as a single word, but if you study the word closely, its content can be written into a lively and interesting book that no Latin alphabet can match.

Its shape is boxy, although the strokes are different from complex and simple, but each word occupies equal space, which represents a civilization, a high degree of awareness of spatial structure.

Its pronunciation is mediocre, such as rhyme and rhythm, and the composed verses are most in line with the pronunciation memory of the vocal cords, which reflects a civilization and has a super high artistic precipitation in terms of rhythm.

They are very beautiful, the line is subordinate to the grass seal, sometimes dignified and elegant, sometimes chic and elegant, like swimming fish, such as flying birds, all of them reveal the painstaking efforts of calligraphers.

They are incomparably mysterious, standing in yin and yang, hiding in the five elements, sometimes life and death are opposed, sometimes life and death depend on each other, and between square inches, all of them are the crystallization of the wisdom of philosophers.

Thinking of this, the old man had an idea, he got a few pieces of burlap, cut one of them into the size of a book with a bronze sword, and after a little arrangement, a burlap book of more than 20 pages was completed.

Lao Fang wrote on the first burlap: Natural common sense.

Lao Fang continued to write, heaven, earth, sun, moon, stars, mountains, stones, forests, earth, fish, insects, birds and beasts, flowers and trees, wind, thunder, clouds and lightning......

To know nature is to know what the eyes can often see, these things are familiar to people, but they can't express them, and the old party is to let them know how to express it through education.

Lao Fang has a stick figure on each page, although the drawing is not very good, but the basic prototype comes out.

More than twenty pieces of cloth were quickly written, and he flipped through them, although there was still a lot to add, but he thought about it and finally gave up on adding.

This is the first stage of knowledge of natural knowledge.

At this time, a person came in, and the old man looked up, and he recognized that the other party was a woman from the Northern Underworld, and immediately ordered her to find a fine hemp rope and make a bamboo piece into a thin needle by herself.

The woman quickly found a ball of fine hemp rope, and the old man saw that she was clever and clever, so he asked her to help her bind the burlap book.

The so-called binding is nothing more than using a bamboo needle to guide a thin hemp rope through the linen cloth and encapsulate one end of the book for the user to flip through.

The woman quickly understood, and the old man nodded in satisfaction, and then began to cut the second piece of cloth.

……

Lao Fang has written five books, the content is superficial, all of them are at the level of kindergarten science popularization.

In addition to natural knowledge, there is also mathematics and a family member table (the content is simple: Dad's father is called Grandpa, and Mom's mother is called Grandma...... ), time and space (southeast, northwest, front and back, left and right, spring, summer, autumn and winter, year, month, day, hour, minute, second...... ), common sense of the human body (limbs and facial features, hair, skin and flesh, internal organs, common sense of hygiene).

Lao Fang wrote these five books more seriously, and he felt that he needed to make most people able to master these knowledge in a very short period of time.

While he was writing these things, the woman from the Northern Underworld was always standing by his side, sometimes helping him bind books, and sometimes helping him change torches (Lao Fang also improved the torches, adding resin to the torches, which greatly extended the sustainability and brightness of the torches).

These things written by Lao Fang, she naturally saw them in her eyes, for her who was literate and hyphenated, these contents were too superficial, but Lao Fang's serious appearance made her think deeply.

The problems considered by Lao Fang are still too far-reaching for her, and she cannot break through her own thinking mode in a short period of time to measure the value of Lao Fang's behavior.

This means that even if she stands from Lao Fang's point of view, she may not be able to figure out the real purpose of Lao Fang's move.

……

The next day, the old party arranged the mass production of the "withered grass cloak", no matter what way to attack the wild boar territory, this treasure is indispensable.

Put on this treasure and ambush the wild boars a few times, and it is estimated that the wild boars will not be able to bear it.

In addition to the production of withered grass cloaks, hundreds of rope ladders, 1,000 torches, and 100,000 arrows are all on the production line of Lao Fang.

He used the productivity of the entire river valley, not sparing even the five or six-year-old children, and obediently helping their mothers to tie the hemp rope one by one.

The production of hemp rope has resumed, and Lao Fang recently found a wild hemp stalk more than ten miles away, which is enough to meet the demand during this time.

In addition, the old side organized people to strengthen the defense system in the valley a lot, and recently, the wild boars have not invaded the valley on a large scale, probably because they are afraid of losses.

However, the old party did not mean to let them go, and at the moment he was still playing the idea of their territory, so he had to guard against them everywhere.

In the afternoon, the old party came to the top of a certain mountain by occupying the body of a certain young man.

A young man with a bronze sword at his waist was summoned by him.

"Name?" Old Fang asked lightly.

"There are no fish in the north of the subordinate!" The young man touched the ground on one knee and said respectfully.

It seems that there are still a lot of things in the Northern Underworld Clan, and this set of etiquette has also been preserved.

The corners of Lao Fang's mouth twitched, and the name made him feel a little: "Why don't you call it Beiming Youyu?" ”

"Brother Beiming has fish!" The North Shadow Wuyu said in a deep voice.

Lao Fang felt that he still didn't want to be entangled in the name, so he asked about the situation.

"My subordinates have found out that the number of wild boars in the eastern woods is between 3,000 and 4,000. The subordinates checked their water source and food source according to your request......"

"The East End woods are very close to the exit, half an hour away, and you have to go through a narrow mountain road on the way."

"What is the shape of the mountains on both sides of the road?" Lao Fang asked.

"It's steep, and the wild boar will definitely not be able to rush up!" Bei Ying Wuyu knew what Lao Fang was asking, and when he checked the terrain, he thought about fighting an ambush there.

After that, the old man asked a few more questions, and the old man was very satisfied, this young man had a good ability to do things, and he was completely barrier-free in terms of communication, the narrative was clear, organized, and he was a talent that could be created.

Next, Lao Fang came to another reconnaissance team by occupying his body, and similarly, a young man from the Northern Underworld family reported the task.

However, the young man spoke very nervously, which caused some stumbling, and the old man did not embarrass him, asked a few simple questions, and left.

As the more information was collected, Lao Fang finally had a plan in his chest, and he was already nine points sure that he would take this mountain without spending a single soldier.

Lao Fang personally observed the terrain and carefully scrutinized some details...

Back at the camp, it was already evening.

The young man who was occupied by the old man had already used the food on his own, and the old man glanced at the cave that was specially vacated for him, and felt that there was something abnormal, that is, the cave was too neat.

The old man didn't have to guess, he also knew that it was the woman from the Northern Underworld who helped him clean up.

And the owner of this body will not have this kind of consciousness at all, because he himself is a little dumbfounded.

Lao Fang felt that he was a little mentally retarded, which occupied his body for a long time.

The old man walked out and came to the largest cave, and the scene in front of him made him stunned, there were more than a thousand people gathered in this cave, and everyone sat quietly on the stalagmite, quietly looking ahead.

A young man from the Northern Underworld stood at the front of the cave, and he carved the words you, me and him on the stone wall with his sword.

He was talking about the relationship between the three words, but this group of people had no phonetic foundation, so it was difficult to understand the meaning of each word.

The young people spoke very hard, but with little effect.

The old party knows that this situation cannot be rushed, and it must be patient and teach slowly, and there will always be some effect.

Of course, these young people of the Northern Underworld, when the old man himself had not yet ordered them to go down, took the initiative to stand up and organize them to study, which is something that the old party is willing to see, although there is a suspicion that the woman has leaked the news.

Then the old man encouraged the young man, telling him to be patient, take his time, and at the same time pay attention to enlightening them more in their daily life, such as holding a sword, asking them to recite the name of the sword together, pointing to the tree, telling them that they are trees, laying a good foundation in the language first, and then practicing the written teaching.

The young man was like an initiation, his eyes suddenly became bright and bright, and it seemed that he already had a bottom in his heart.

When the old man came out of the hall, another young man from the Northern Underworld came over, he bowed, and then said, "Tell my lord that today we have produced three thousand sets of withered grass cloaks. ”

The old man was a little surprised, he was about to go outside to learn about the production situation, but he didn't expect that this young man had already come to report, it seems that the Northern Underworld clan now has a direction, and knows to take the initiative to pick up some burdens.

The old man nodded approvingly, and several young people came around: "Tell my lord, today we have produced sixteen thousand bamboo arrows. ”

"Tell unto my lord that we have produced eighty-three rope ladders today..."

…

Lao Fang nodded, the Northern Underworld can do things, and it is easier for them, and if they want to know how much they have produced, they have to do it one by one.

Then the old man pointed to the first young man and said: "In the future, you will first report the numbers to him, and then he will report them to me, and at the same time, the daily production should be recorded so that I can check it easily." ”

The young men nodded in understanding.

The old man also taught them how to make burlap books, how to make writing instruments and paints.

Several people have different understandings, and the old party can see that it is better to take the young man who comes to report first.

The old man immediately asked the young man's name, but it was a coincidence that the other party was the "fish in the North Hell" who was still talking in the morning.

Lao Fang can't remember whether he taught Zhuangzi's leisurely journey to the ancestors of this group of people hundreds of years ago.

The young men had retired, and the old man sighed lightly, and then returned to the separate cave, and a short time later, a woman came with a large stack of linen books.

Lao Fang was a little strange, but he still picked up the book on the face and flipped through it: "Empty? ”

She nodded slightly, placed it raw on a stone pier where stalagmites had been smoothed, and smiled, "This is for you!" ”

The old man nodded and smiled: "I have a heart!" ”

The woman smiled lightly, didn't say anything, and turned to walk out.