It's late at night.
It was pitch black in the Blackstone Tribe.
Only the few remaining sparks under the barbecue grill in the open space emitted a faint light, but it could not dispel the darkness, but made the area seem even more secluded.
The high priest walked in darkness.
He stared straight at the prophet's courtyard.
There is light there!
He walked to Wang Xiu's small courtyard, took a deep breath through the courtyard door, and saluted respectfully: "Prophet, have you... rested?"
Squeak!
There was no response from the small courtyard.
But the wooden courtyard door opened on its own.
The high priest looked overjoyed, walked into the small courtyard, came to Wang Xiu's house, and saluted again: "Please see the prophet!"
A gentle and distant voice came from inside the house, like a gentle wind: "It's so late, and the high priest doesn't rest, why are you here?"
The high priest gritted his teeth and said the reason for his visit: "I want to ask, are there more 'words' you wrote to Shi and Ye during the day?"
"You want to learn?"
"I think!" The high priest nodded quickly, as if pounding garlic.
The room suddenly fell silent.
There was no response for a long time.
The high priest's heart suddenly rose and his heartbeat accelerated. He lowered his head and looked at the dark and soft soil, feeling that his mouth was dry.
The silence grew longer and longer.
The high priest's heart gradually sank. He still lowered his head and looked at his toes, as if he saw the darkness around him swallowing him.
I don’t know how much time has passed.
A bright and warm light suddenly appeared in front of the high priest.
He raised his head and immediately saw a figure standing in the light. He was tall and dusty, his face could not be seen clearly, he was sacred and inviolable.
The man was looking down at him, his eyes as calm as water, but like a huge weight, pressing on the high priest's body, constantly scrutinizing him.
The high priest bent even further and saluted: "Please teach me, prophet!"
Wang Xiu looked at him and asked slowly: "Why do you want to learn?"
The high priest thought for a long time and held back a sentence: "In order to... let future generations have enough to eat and live!"
Everyone in the Blackstone Tribe has enough to eat.
It was only just over a year.
That's because of the coming of the prophet.
In the past, it was common for Shiye and Shiye to come back empty-handed even if they went hunting at the same time.
What the high priest meant when he said this.
I just want the wisdom left by the prophet in the Blackstone Tribe to be passed on forever.
This is inheritance!
Primitive people really don’t have too many desires or requirements.
Just simply want to... survive!
As if he thought this sentence was not enough, the high priest rambled on about what he had been doing over the years and the difficulties he had encountered.
Wang Xiu listened quietly, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "You mean, you have also tried to create words yourself?"
The high priest looked slightly embarrassed and waved his hands repeatedly: "My words are not words, they are just some random symbols!"
Wang Xiu said: "Take me to see it!"
The high priest didn't dare to say no, so he quickly led the way.
…
It didn't take long.
Wang Xiu saw the stone tablets collected by the high priest.
I saw ropes piled up in knots in the corner.
I also saw the symbols carved on stone slabs and tortoise shells.
Wang Xiu picked up a piece of tortoise shell and looked at it carefully. It was obvious that the symbol was a ball of fire!
It's just not concise enough.
Focus more on pictograms.
"This...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 didn't even know.
These symbols that I created are essentially... a type of text.
In other words, he is the originator of writing!
He looked at the high priest beside him, who was stooped and bent at all times, with a little more respect in his eyes!
No matter which time and space it is.
Those who work for civilization are worthy of admiration!
Wang Xiu flicked his finger.
A trace of mana poured into the body of the high priest, immediately making his waist straight up. The pain and fatigue all over his body seemed to disappear all of a sudden, which made him feel quite magical!
“We’ve known each other for so long, and you’ve never 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 some.
The high priest smiled sheepishly: "I will name myself Ningcang to make the prophet laugh!"
Wang Xiu made a move.
I couldn't help but take another look at the high priest.
The original meaning of warehouse is the space and room for storing grain, which is very common.
Appearing in primitive society, Wang Xiu was not surprised.
only.
This word has a different meaning in Wang Xiu's eyes.
In his memory, the person who once laid the foundation of another civilization's writing was named Cang Jie!
Is this a coincidence?
Or is it fate?
The high priest saw Wang Xiu's strange eyes and asked, "What's wrong? Prophet?"
Wang Xiu came to his senses, shook his head and said, "It's okay!"
soon.
After Wang Xiu finished reading the slates, he turned to Cang and said, "You want to learn calligraphy, you can! From now on, come to my yard every morning when the sun rises!"
After saying this, he left.
The high priest stood there, unable to recover for a moment.
After a while, he finally showed surprise on his face. He couldn't believe that the prophet had agreed to him like this.
Plop!
He knelt directly on the ground and kowtowed to Wang Xiu's back: "Thank you so much, Prophet, thank you so much, Prophet, long live the Prophet..."
I don’t know how long.
He raised his head, tears streaming down his face, and tears in his smile.
…
"It seems that I still underestimated these primitive people!"
Back in the yard, Wang Xiu couldn't help but sigh when he thought of the scene he just saw.
Although it was a spur of the moment teaching how to cook food, it was already planned!
As for teaching writing, Wang Xiu has always wanted to do it, but could not find a suitable opportunity.
He knew that if he wanted the Blackstone Tribe to quickly grow into a powerful enough civilization, writing could not be bypassed.
And today, he just took the opportunity to give Yan a name.
Let the tribal people realize the existence of words first!
But I didn’t think about instilling a lot of words into them from the beginning.
Instead, we plan to let them slowly accept it and continue to teach them new words in their daily lives.
Subtly change their mindset.
After all, writing is not like martial arts. Once you practice, you will get feedback quickly.
It's not like cooking. Once it's done, you can taste the aroma immediately.
Learning has a lag.
How many children in future generations will not only have no strong interest in this matter at the beginning of their studies, but will also develop strong resistance.
Only after growing up, looking back many years later, do I realize that many truths have been learned when I was young.
This will still be the case in later generations.
Not to mention in this primitive society where civilization has not yet sprouted.
Wang Xiu did not expect that these primitive people would immediately understand the importance of words, so that they would react and feed back a lot of his beliefs.
But the seeds must be planted as early as possible.
Maybe a hundred years, maybe even longer, sooner or later this seed will take root and sprout and grow into a towering tree. By then...
It’s time for Wang Xiu to reap the rewards!
