The Priest Who Travels Through the Beast World Comes

Liangzhu tribe.

Everyone has been busy in an orderly manner.

Chu Li stood at the gate of the fence and took a glance, then took Ao Zhan to the bamboo house.

The doors and windows of the bamboo hut were still open.

Suddenly, the voices of two children came, one was clearer and the other was softer.

"Brother, are these symbols the words the high priest taught you?"

"Yes, I will teach you when my brother learns."

"it is good."

"Brother, do you think my brother can learn the medical skills of the high priest?"

"Well..., my brother is so smart, he will definitely be able to learn it."

"Are you so confident in me?" There was a little smile in the voice.

"Of course, you are my brother."

This conversation completely fell into the ears of Chu Li and Ao Zhan who were standing in the courtyard of the bamboo house. They looked at each other and then smiled, not knowing that the little guy was so worried.

"I also believe that you can learn it well." Chu Li slowly approached the bamboo house, stood at the door and said with a smile.

Jiqian and his younger brother immediately looked towards the door, their eyes slightly widened in surprise, "High Priest, Brother Ao Zhan."

Chu Li went to look at the written characters on the ground. The writing was crooked, but the strokes were correct, "Jiqian, have you silently written all the characters you have learned?"

"Yeah." Jiqian pointed to the ones in front, "I wrote those yesterday, and the following ones were written this morning, but I finished writing yesterday, and what I wrote today is just repetition."

Chu Li stretched out his hand and patted Jiqian on the shoulder, sighing in his heart, high talent is different, this memory is no one else, and smiled, "It's very well written."

Jiqian clenched his small fist and said firmly, "High Priest, I will work harder."

Chu Li turned his head and said to Ao Zhan next to him, "Can you write these words?"

"Yes." Ao Zhan said, picking up Jiqian's writing stone and writing a few words next to it. The characters he wrote were standard lowercase letters, horizontal and vertical, stroke by stroke, as if they were printed.

Chu Li wondered, did Ao Zhan secretly practice without his knowledge? This word does not look like a beginner at all, "Ao Zhan, have you ever practiced?"

"Of course, I want to write that you are so good." Ao Zhan was very calm, and looked up at Chu Li with a pair of deep black eyes, like a small black vortex, seeming to absorb him into it.

Chu Li looked into those eyes, and took a long time to look away from Jiqian and his younger brother's snickering, these two little scoundrels said, "You can write better than me, anyway, I can't write characters like you. "

To be honest, he has never written such block letters before, and he is a doctor. Everyone knows how difficult doctors' handwriting is, and he is no exception.

The reason why Ao Zhan said that he wrote well is because he slowed down when teaching them to write, and wrote more in block letters. If the writing is too sloppy, they must not recognize it, but tell Ao Zhan whether the writing is good? How much does it matter.

Ao Zhan continued to write, he liked writing very much, he felt as if he had entered another world, "Anyway, I think you write well."

Chu Li had no choice but to stop answering his words, "Keep writing, I'll take a look."

"En." Ao Zhan was writing, and a doubt arose in his heart, "Chu Li, why are there words?"

This question is more advanced. Chu Li sorted out the wording, "Words originated from pictures and are used for human communication, communication, inheritance, recording, learning, inspection and reference. They are the carrier of our language information. That is to say, every word we speak Everything can be written down.”

I looked around, "For example, if there are no words for the names I marked on the bamboo box, I need to tell you one by one. If you all know the words, then I don't need to say it. There is another problem , I will die one day. After I die, people who come after these things will not know what they are. Now that there are words, no matter how many people behind them, children and grandchildren, they will still know what it is..."

When the word "death" was mentioned, Ao Zhan's heart trembled, "Chu Li, I understand, so I don't need to explain anymore." I regretted it in my heart, why did I ask this question.

Chu Li looked at the man whose face changed slightly, and was a little puzzled, "You understand so quickly?"

Ao Zhan nodded firmly, "Understood."

"Okay, then you write carefully, and when you finish writing, I will continue to teach you."

"it is good."

……

At the gate of the tribe, Dian Shao pulled Ku Jie aside and said in a low voice, "When do you plan for us to go back?"

Ku Jie looked at him, "Do you want to go back?"

Dian Shao shook his head, "That's not true, I haven't seen enough of the scenery here, but there must be a plan, right?"

Ku Jie thought for a moment, "What do you think?"

"I've already thought about it." Dian Shao glanced at the bamboo house and said, "Look at the inland tribes, there are so many fresh things, such as the bowls that were burned out yesterday, which are more exquisite than shells. If I can transport some to the seaside, I will Guaranteed everyone will like it."

Ku Jie's eyes lit up, "You mean, we transport the things from the inland tribes to the seaside?"

Dian Shao was very excited, "That's right, aren't they short of salt? We'll ship the salt back and exchange it with them. What do you think?"

Ku Jie nodded again and again, "Good idea." Then his excited expression faded, "But the bowl is fragile, so is it good for us to transport it back?"

"This..." Dian Shao was in trouble, "We can ask the high priest about this, he must know."

"Okay, let's do it like this." The two hit it off.

……

Three Miao Tribe.

A certain cave was full of bamboo, and Yiwu was still carrying bamboo into the cave, "Brother, are these enough?"

The orc named Big Brother is named Tan Yun. He is sitting on a rock with only one leg supporting the ground. A pair of crutches are placed beside him. His face that was once desperate and ashamed is now full of vigor, and he looks like a different person." Enough, enough, thank you."

Yiwu waved his hand, "Brothers have something to thank, and if there is anything in the future, just say hello."

Tan Yun smiled, "Okay." Then he pointed to a large pannier next to him, "Uncle Semu asked me to make it up, you send it to him."

"Okay." Yiwu looked at the big basket, and his admiration for his elder brother's craftsmanship went up to a new level in his heart.

The whole back basket is woven so that there is not a single extra bamboo stick to be seen, the closure is perfect, the position of the bottom is solid and beautiful, the holes on the back basket are even in size, and there are no defects.

Ever since my eldest brother met the high priest, he has regained hope in life. He has learned to weave baskets, baskets, baskets and other things one by one, and he has been practicing continuously. Now he seems to be the best craftsman in the whole tribe. What do you need? I asked him to make up all the things, because he made up the best and looked comfortable.

Gradually, everyone stopped making up their own, and then exchanged some fruits, meat, and animal skins with him. Everyone knew that his legs were inconvenient, so it was considered to be taking care of him in disguise.

The eldest brother, who lives by crafts, no longer feels that he is a drag, and later he stayed in the tribe with peace of mind.

"By the way, brother, didn't you say that you plan to visit the high priest? When are you going?"

Tan Yun's hands paused slightly, his eyes filled with anticipation, "Is the high priest free today?"

"I don't know. I'll help you find out. If he's free, I'll come back and tell you."

"it is good."

"Then I'll go." Yiwu said and walked outside.

"Yeah." In Tan Yun's mind, the sub-orc man that everything around him becomes a foil as soon as he appears, the high priest is a beautiful existence that he will never be able to reach.

……

Bamboo house.

After Chu Li taught Ao Zhan and Ji Qian [-] new characters, he went to the place where the pottery was made in the tribe.

"High priest, do you want to use the wheel?"

"Ah."

The man stood up and stepped aside.

Chu Li took a lot of mud that had been washed and started to make jars, which were kimchi jars.

He wanted to make wine, and wine needs to be fermented in a closed space. After thinking about it, he had to use jars instead.

This is much more complicated than making a bowl, and because there is no method, it will collapse in half.

Chu Li looked helplessly at the mud that was collapsing, what should he do to keep it from collapsing?

Xin Yao stopped making pottery and came to Chuli's side, looking at the lumps of mud on the wheel, his bright eyes were puzzled, "Brother Chuli, what are you going to do?"

"Make a jar, you haven't seen this before."

Chu Li simply washed his hands, intending to think about it, this jar must not be as easy to make as a bowl, after all, there is such a big belly-like space in the middle.

Xin Yao is now interested in pottery, "Brother Chuli, what can I do for you?"

"No, you go and do your work. If you need your help, I'll call you."

The little guy is too enthusiastic, but is Xin Yao too interested in pottery?This is also good, if you master a skill, you will not have to worry about food and clothing for the rest of your life.

Thinking about turning around and walking towards Xin Yao, "What are you doing now?" Looking at the pile of mud on the wheel, I really couldn't guess his plan.

Xin Yao smiled and said, "I plan to make a different small bowl."

Chu Li became curious, "A different small bowl?"

"Well, I'm going to make the rim of this bowl into a saucer."

Isn't this a teacup?

creative.

"Okay, you do it first, and I'll help you see it when it's done. If it looks good, I'll put it in the cave and burn it into shape as a souvenir for you."

Encouraged by Chu Li, Xin Yao was eager to try, "Okay, I'll do it right away."

Chu Li smiled, turned and went to the field.

Loads of sweet potatoes were picked out. They were big, with red and smooth skins, and they looked so comfortable.

In the field, the harvest of sweet potatoes is coming to an end. Everyone is sweating profusely, but there is a smile on their faces.

When it's over, it's time to harvest the soybeans.

The soybeans grow relatively short, and more than half of the leaves have fallen off, exposing the dense beans on the soybean seedlings. The beans are still green and bulging. You don't need to guess that the beans are big.

After being pulled out from the ground, the leaves need to be removed first, and then bundled into a small handful for easy drying. There are many processes.

Chu Li stooped down and pulled out a few soybean seedlings, picked off their leaves one by one, tied them with cattail grass, and threw them aside.

When he was going to pull the second hand, Yinhong saw him coming, "High Priest, when did you come?" He said as he approached.

"Just arrived." Pointing to the bundled soybean seedlings, "I just made them."

Yinhong pulled Chu Li to the field stem, "High Priest, don't worry about it, leave it to us, just watch us do it."

Chu Li reluctantly agreed, "Okay, then I'll sit here for a while."

"Okay, just sit here, don't come down to work." Yinhong warned, afraid that Chuli would work secretly again.

Chu Li laughed.