It's late at night.

It was pitch black in the Blackstone tribe.

Only the sparks left under the barbecue grill in that clearing, emitting a faint light, did not dispel the darkness, but made the area even more lonely.

The high priest walked in the darkness.

His eyes were fixed on the Prophet's courtyard.

There is light there!

He walked to the front of Wang Xiu's small courtyard, through the courtyard gate, took a deep breath, and saluted respectfully: "Prophet, you ...... Rested? ”

Squeak!

There was no response from the small courtyard.

But the wooden gate opened on its own.

The high priest looked overjoyed, walked into the small courtyard, came to Wang Xiu's house, and saluted again: "Ask to see the prophet!" ”

There was a gentle and distant voice from inside the room, like a warm wind: "It's so late, the high priest doesn't rest, what are you doing here?" ”

The high priest gritted his teeth and said what he meant: "I want to ask, are there any more 'characters' you wrote for Shi and Ye during the day?" ”

"You want to learn?"

"Yes!" The high priest nodded hurriedly, as if pounding garlic.

There was a sudden silence in the room.

There was no response for a long time.

The high priest's heart suddenly lifted, his heart beat faster, and he looked down at the dark and soft soil, only to feel that his mouth was dry.

It was quiet for longer.

The High Priest's heart sank, and he still kept his head down, looking at his toes, as if he saw the darkness around him swallow him.

I don't know how long it has been.

A bright, warm light suddenly appeared in front of the High Priest's eyes.

He raised his head, and suddenly saw a figure standing in the light, tall, dustless, unable to see the face, sacred and inviolable.

The man was looking down at him, his gaze as calm as water, but as heavy as a thousand pounds, pressing on the high priest's body, constantly scrutinizing him.

The high priest bent his waist even more and saluted, "Prophet, teach me!" ”

Wang Xiu looked at him and slowly asked, "Why do you want to learn?" ”

The high priest pondered for a long time, and then held back a sentence: "For the sake of ...... Let the children and grandchildren of future generations be able to eat and live! ”

Everyone in the Blackstone tribe has enough to eat.

It's only been a little over a year.

That's because of the coming of the Prophet.

In the past, even if Shi Ye and the two went out to hunt at the same time, it was common for them to return empty-handed.

The meaning of this said by the high priest.

It is to let the wisdom left by the prophet in the Blackstone tribe be passed on forever.

It's a legacy!

Primitive people really don't have too many desires and demands.

It's just thinking about it...... Stay alive!

As if he felt that this sentence was not enough, the high priest babbled a lot about what he had been doing all these years and the difficulties he had encountered.

Wang Xiu listened quietly, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "You mean, you yourself have tried to create words?" ”

The high priest's face was slightly pale, and he waved his hand again and again: "I don't count words, it's just some scribbled symbols!" ”

Wang Xiu said: "Take me to see!" ”

How dare the high priest say no, and hurriedly lead the way in front.

……

It didn't take long.

Wang Xiu saw the stone tablets that the high priest had treasured.

I saw knotted ropes piled up in the corners.

I also saw the symbols carved on the stone slabs and tortoise shells.

Wang Xiu picked up a piece of tortoise shell and looked at it carefully, and it was obvious that the symbol was a fire!

It's just not concise enough.

More focus on pictograms.

"This ...... It should be the earliest oracle bone inscription, right? Wang Xiu looked at this scene, and suddenly felt a lot of emotion in his heart.

Perhaps the high priest himself did not know.

These symbols, created by themselves, are essentially ...... It's a kind of text.

Or rather, the originator of writing!

He looked at the high priest who was hunched over at all times, and there was a little more respect in his eyes!

It doesn't matter what time and space it is.

Those who hold salaries for civilization are worthy of admiration!

Wang Xiu snapped his fingers.

A trace of mana poured into the high priest's body, which immediately made his waist straighten, and the aches and fatigue all over his body seemed to disappear all at once, which made him feel quite magical!

"You've known each other for so long, and you haven't asked the High Priest your name?"

Wang Xiu looked at the tortoise shells and stone slabs, and asked intentionally or unintentionally.

Even the stones and leaves have names.

As the most respected high priest of the Blackstone tribe, there should be one.

The high priest smiled embarrassedly: "Let the prophet laugh, I will name myself Cang!" ”

Wang Xiu moved.

I couldn't help but glance at the high priest more.

Warehouse, which originally means a space and room for storing grain, is very common.

Appearing in a primitive society, Wang Xiu was not surprised.

It's just that.

In Wang Xiu's eyes, this word has a different meaning.

In his memory, the one who once laid the root of another civilization was called Cangjie!

Is this a coincidence?

Or is it fate?

Seeing Wang Xiu's strange eyes, the high priest couldn't help asking, "What's wrong?" Prophet? ”

Wang Xiu came back to his senses, shook his head, and said, "It's okay!" ”

Soon.

Wang Xiu finished reading the slates, turned to Cang and said, "If you want to learn words, you can!" Every morning, when the sun rises, come to my yard! ”

With that, he left.

The high priest stood still, unrelieved for a moment.

It took a moment for him to look surprised, and he couldn't believe that the Prophet had agreed to him.

Poof!

He knelt directly on the ground and kowtowed to Wang Xiu's back: "Thank you prophet, thank you prophet, long live prophet......"

I don't know how long.

He looked up, and he was already in tears, laughing with tears in his eyes.

……

"It seems that I still underestimate these primitive people!"

Back in the courtyard, remembering the picture he had just seen, Wang Xiu couldn't help but sigh.

Teaching how to cook food is a whim, but it was also planned!

And teaching words is what Wang Xiu has always wanted to do, but he couldn't find a suitable opportunity.

He knew that if he wanted the Blackstone tribe to quickly grow into a powerful enough civilization, words could not be bypassed.

And today, he just took the opportunity to name Yan.

Let the tribesmen realize the existence of words first!

didn't think about it at the beginning, and poured a lot of words into them.

Rather, it is intended to let them slowly accept and continue to teach them new words in their daily lives.

Subtly change their perceptions.

After all, words are not like martial arts, and you can get feedback quickly after cultivating.

It's not like cooking, but when it's done, you can taste the aroma right away.

There is a lag in learning.

How many children in later generations, at the beginning of their studies, not only did they not have a strong interest in this matter, but they would develop a strong resistance mentality.

It was only after growing up, after many years, looking back, that I found a lot of truths, which I had learned when I was a child.

This will be true in the Hereafter.

In this primitive society where civilization has not yet sprouted, let alone mention.

Wang Xiu did not expect these primitive people to immediately understand the importance of words, which would have a repercussion and feedback on his large number of beliefs.

But the seed must be planted as early as possible.

Maybe a hundred years, maybe longer, sooner or later this seed will take root and grow into a towering tree, when the time comes......

It's time for Wang Xiu to harvest!