"Tooth Witch Doctor, what is this? Why is it so fragrant! ”

"Give me Kangkang! Give me Kangkang! ”

The aroma of barbecue permeated the courtyard, attracting once again a group of adult warriors, who drooled and staggered like zombies.

When the little trolls saw the big trolls coming to grab food, they bared their teeth almost instinctively, leaning their backs against the earthen oven like puppies guarding food, trying to block the progress of the warriors.

"Hey, hey! The cubs have also learned to bare their teeth, and they will go. ”

The first warrior straightened his stomach and squeezed in through a passage, and the remaining trolls also poured in like flowing water in the unwilling eyes of the little trolls.

However, the warriors did not have the habit of stealing food, especially the food of the young children of their own tribe, which was a shame.

They just gathered around curiously, salivating and watching the fangs turn the branches.

After a while, the surface of the meat appeared evenly scorched, and the blade tooth took the roast meat off the rack and said as he spoke

"Get up, get up, don't hang around."

While handing the skewers of meat through the cracks in the warriors' bodies, to the little trolls.

In the lost and regained, how excited to eat meat, the little troll pressed it first, and said to the surrounding warriors,

"Is it fragrant?"

"Incense!"

"Gluttony!"

"Do you want to eat it?"

"Think, think."

"Then give me literacy! Fools are not qualified to eat barbecue. ”

The voice of the blade fell, and there was a sudden 'complaint' all around,

Things like, 'How?', 'Starving', 'I'm not stupid, little hunter!' The voices of such justifications came and went, so as to make him deaf.

However, in the midst of these complaints, there was a clear voice like a gray wolf mixed in with the husky,

"Witch Doctor! I'm literate, I'm literate! ”

"Uh...."

Following the voice, in the equally astonished gaze of the warriors, he saw the owner of the voice.

It was a troll, not much taller than Bladetooth; The fangs are not too thick, and the skin is not completely keratinized, and it looks like a sub-adult 'technical intern trainee'.

This was certainly not one of the trolls he and the other witch doctors had taught him in the first place.

Bladetooth was interested, handed over a branch, and commanded,

"What's your name? Write it on the ground. ”

"Good! Good! ”

The sub-adult 'intern', who was excited that he was about to be able to eat 'barbecue', was very happy, and immediately squatted down after taking the branch and gesturing on the ground.

'Wooden Teeth'

The words weren't pretty, crooked, or even ugly, but his eyes were bright in anticipation.

However, being able to write names is not yet illiterate.

So, Blade Tooth recited a few more common phrases and asked him to write them out one by one for assessment.

As it turned out, the 'intern' wasn't lying, and he wrote most of it smoothly and without much thought.

And occasionally the word that can't, it can also be replaced by pinyin very neatly.

"Yes, you, good! Our witch doctor is a good talker, and this roast is yours. ”

There was no extra barbecue, and Blade Fang handed over the one he had prepared for himself.

The 'intern' took the barbecue, and for the first time in his life, he felt something to be proud of besides 'bravery' in the envious eyes of the trolls around him.

Looking at the trolls' reactions, Blade Tooth secretly said in his heart, 'Trolls can be expected'.

He clapped his hands, drawing the eyes of all the trolls, and said,

"Do you see this pile of earth, this is called 'furnace', and do you see the light in the furnace, this is called 'flame'."

Whether they were eating meat or their own saliva, the trolls nodded their heads in agreement.

"These are the fruits of 'knowledge', and the words that the chief recites every day and forces you to memorize, the 'words' that you feel are useless for hunting and do not want to learn are the carriers of 'knowledge'."

As they spoke, these trolls, who couldn't read a single big word, showed a 'wise' look in their eyes.

And it seems that he realizes that his words are not well understood, so Blade Fang changed his words,

"If the hand is the limb that holds the spear, then the 'word' is equivalent to the 'hand' to knowledge, and only when you master the 'word' can you use the 'knowledge' as freely as you use the spear."

This comparison may not be very accurate, but the feedback I got was much better than it was just now.

At the very least, most of the trolls are no longer 'wise' and have instead shown a 'so' look.

Blade nodded with satisfaction, and hit the railroad again while it was hot,

"Go back and tell all the clansmen that from tomorrow onwards, whoever remembers 100 words will be able to come to me for a barbecue."

Hearing this, the trolls who were hungry became excited, and they were ready to find someone to learn.

How many of them are hot for three minutes, and maybe they won't be able to turn around? The blade teeth are not clear.

But he believed that every additional troll who genuinely intended to read would be a boost to the tribe.

"Didn't I lose then...."

An untimely voice rang out, and it was the literate sub-adult troll, looking at him with a puzzled expression.

As soon as Blade Fang's mind turned, he immediately understood what he was thinking, so he asked,

"How many words do you know? Are you proficient in pinyin? ”

"There are more than 800 words, and I am familiar with pinyin." He replied with some embarrassment.

This number surprised Blade Tooth, a primary school student in his previous life, who graduated from elementary school, seems to be able to read about 3,000 words? In comparison, this wooden tooth can only be regarded as 'semi-blindness', which does not seem to be very commendable? But in fact, it is not so simple to compare, and the learning environment of the two is very different.....

Nodding in satisfaction, Bladetooth replied with an expectant look in his eyes,

"From tomorrow you can come and eat the barbecue 8 times...."

As soon as the word '8' came out, he understood that this was a stupid promise, how could he have so much effort to give them barbecue meat all day long?

So, Blade Fang changed his mind and changed his words,

"Uh.... In this way, I will teach you how to grill meat later. From tomorrow onwards, you will be half a cook, and I will keep the flame burning as long as possible, and if it is extinguished, you will come back to me. ”

"Okay, okay, I'll study hard."

"Well, but remember, you can only eat eight times at your current level, so if you want to eat more, you have to keep trying.... Wait a minute... I'll think about it again.... If you can organize everyone to read and write in the extra time, teach 100 words for each clan, not only barbecue, but also reward you with more things. ”

"Witch doctor, is there anything else to eat?" There were trolls who asked in place of almost all the trolls.

"It doesn't have to be food, better weapons, better armor..... em.... I'll talk to the other witch doctors about a reward, whether it's for being literate or teaching someone else, whoever does it, as long as it doesn't affect production, there will definitely be a reward. ”

"Oh! Oh! ”

"Literacy, literacy!!"

The simple trolls had a single way of expressing their excitement, and they all raised their hands and shouted.

"Well, there's going to be an unprecedented gathering in the tribe in a few days, and we'll make it official."

Eventually, Bladefang concludes the episode and sends the warriors away.