This Is My Primitive Tribe

The second year of the establishment of the Vine Tribe, January 6th, night.

"Scratch scrape..."

In the bamboo house, Jiang Xuan found ten pieces of wood that were about ten centimeters in height and about ten centimeters in diameter. Numbers were engraved on each piece of wood, and on each piece of wood.

He engraved Arabic numerals in decimal, from zero to one hundred. This is a lot of work. He started it three days ago and didn't finish it until today.

"Finally finished!"

Jiang Xuan finished engraving the last number, then put away the blunt small stone knife, stood up and stretched.

Nan Xing on the side asked curiously, "Boss, what exactly are you engraving?"

Red peony, Uncaria, and loach also came over, and they had long been curious.

Jiang Xuandao: "This is called a number, which is a symbol used to count. For example, we have ten fingers, which correspond to the most basic ten numbers from '1' to 10."

"In the past, when you counted, you always counted with your fingers. If there is a little more, it is not clear, right?"

"If you learn these numbers, you won't have to count with your fingers in the future. You can easily count a lot of things."

Chi Shao's eyes lit up and said, "Boss, I want to learn!"

As a witch, Chi Shao usually needs to figure out the number and materials in the tribe.

But just like Jiang Xuan said, because she has not learned arithmetic, she can only click one by one with her fingers.

It was nothing before. After all, the Vine tribe has few people and few things. Even if you break your fingers, you can easily understand it.

But now there are more and more people in the Veng tribe, and more and more things are happening. When Chishao is counted again, it is obviously powerless, and it can only be estimated.

Because of this, after hearing Jiang Xuan's explanation, she was eager to learn such numbers and algorithms.

Jiang Xuandao: "Actually, this kind of number is very simple and easy to remember. I engraved it on the pillars from one to one hundred. From now on, you can come and read it several times a day, and you will soon learn it."

"Come on, let me teach you to recognize these numbers first..."

Jiang Xuan patiently taught the ten Arabic numerals from "1" to "10" to Chi Shao and others one by one, and pointed to the numbers on the pillars to explain the usage of decimal numbers in detail to them.

Then, he folded a bunch of small wooden sticks and taught them the simplest addition and subtraction.

After they learn addition and subtraction, let them recite "Nine-Nine Multiplication Formulas" and learn multiplication and division.

Of course, this was a very long process, and Jiang Xuan also experienced the madness of being a teacher.

"Shiloh, when you write '3', can you not write it in reverse?"

"Nanxing, why does 7+8 equal '11'?"

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Of course, there are also excellent students, and that is Chishao.

Chi Shao is not only gifted in painting, but also in arithmetic. After only two days of learning, she can write from one to one hundred, and perform simple addition and subtraction operations.

In a happy mood, Jiang Xuan specially made several simple animal brushes with wild boar hair, fish maw glue, and reed rods, so that Chishao could write on animal skin rolls more easily.

When Jiang Xuan finished teaching Chishao, and then went to teach Uncaria and Shiloh, he obviously felt the blood pressure rise, and couldn't help but want to open their brains to see what was inside.

Maybe this is the difference between a scumbag and a scholar.

After Chishao and the others learned numbers, Jiang Xuan began to promote numbers and algorithms to other clansmen, ordering everyone to learn them.

At first, the Vine Tribe was naturally mourning.

Many people, if you let him hold a spear to fight the prey desperately, he will not wrinkle your brows, but let him hold a small pen to write, but scratch his ears and cheeks, like sitting on pins and needles.

Even if the colorful pheasant's feet are stained with paint and run around on the animal skin, it looks much better than the few numbers they wrote down for a long time.

Fortunately, they are not children, and they are not really stupid. After learning for a while, they can basically learn simple addition and subtraction.

As for the more than 100 tourists, they have not really become members of the Vine tribe yet, and they are not qualified to learn numbers.

Jiang Xuan divided them into three batches, each of about forty people.

The first group of tourists is responsible for collecting various edible plants and digging fruit saplings near the Vine tribe.

The second group of tourists is responsible for following Gansong to turn the land, open up wasteland, grow food and vegetables, and dig drainage ditches.

The third group of tourists is responsible for arranging fishing traps, making fish cages, and catching fish and shrimp.

As for the real Vine tribe, they are mainly responsible for hunting and guarding the safety of the tribe.

Peaceful days always pass quickly, and a month flies by in a hurry.

At the beginning of February, the weather gradually warmed up. The trees on the mountain grew a lot of buds. There were many weeds on the ground, and small flowers of various colors bloomed, which were very beautiful.

The rain gradually increased, and in the bamboo forest behind the rattan tribe, countless spring bamboo shoots emerged from the ground and grew rapidly.

"Dug up any shoots that don't grow well or that get in the way, and keep those that grow well, so that they can grow into bamboos."

In the bamboo forest, Jiang Xuan took the bone scorpion and dug up the bamboo shoots that appeared on the way to the altar.

Behind him, many tourists followed. They looked at the altar in the distance in awe, while carefully digging up the crooked bamboo shoots in the bamboo forest or the bamboo shoots growing on the road.

Some of these bamboo shoots will be eaten right away, and those that cannot be eaten are peeled off the shell of the bamboo shoots, cooked in a pottery ding, then torn into strips, dried into dried bamboo shoots, and eaten slowly.

As for those bamboo shoots that have not been dug up, it will not take long for them to grow into large bamboos that are more than ten meters high, or even twenty or thirty meters high, which can be chopped down later to make various tools.

After digging up the bamboo shoots, Jiang Xuan continued to improve the defense lines of dangerous plants on the north and south sides of the tribe.

The first to be removed were the small saplings of the eight Thunder Trees.

When he captured the ground beast last year, Jiang Xuan detonated a piece of thunder fruit. The terrifying power of the explosion made him still shudder when he thinks of it.

If the thunder tree is planted together with other dangerous plants, I am afraid that the exploding thunder fruit will destroy other plants, leaving a huge gap in the plant defense line.

However, the bark and trunk of the thunder tree are extremely hard and can be used to make tools and weapons. If the thunder fruit is used well, it is also a big killer.

Jiang Xuan did not intend to give up planting the thunder tree, but just moved it away from the plant defense line.

As for dangerous plants such as biting flower and whip tree, Jiang Xuan continued to fertilize them and cultivate soil to form a plant defense line to prevent the invasion of beasts and outsiders.

"By the way, there are also cage vines."

Jiang Xuan has been trapped by cage vines, and he is very interested in this dangerous plant.

The Cage Vine's vines are incredibly tough and contain a paralyzing poison, which can be a good thing when used properly.

However, in the vicinity of the vine tribe, Jiang Xuan has only found a cage vine so far, which is the one he was trapped in. In order to save Jiang Xuan, Chi Shao chopped down the cage vine.

Jiang Xuan took two warriors and went over the mountains to find the cage vine.

"Hey, it's growing so fast!"

When Jiang Xuan saw the cage vine again, he found that the cage vine had regrown into a vine net, which was laid flat on the ground as before, waiting for the prey to pass above.

One of the warriors asked, "Boss, are we going to dig it back?"

Jiang Xuan shook his head and said, "No, this cage vine has been growing for many years. There must be a lot of roots in the ground. It is difficult to dig the whole plant back. If there are few roots dug, I am afraid it will die."

"Then what should we do?" The two warriors looked at each other and lost their minds.

Jiang Xuan observed the new vines of the cage vines. He found that some of the vines had a small amount of aerial roots, and they usually draw nutrients from the soil.

"Find two pieces of wood, press down the vines on the ground, cut back these new vines with air roots, and try to plant by cuttings."

The two fighters immediately found two thick dead trees nearby, and then pressed against the cage vines on the ground together.

The poor cage vine has never encountered such a situation. All its vines are struggling desperately, twisting, trying to close, but they can't get up at all.

Even those vines with poisonous spines could not reach the two warriors, because they were also pinned down and could not reach too far.

"Hey, are you honest now?"

Jiang Xuan took out a sharp stone knife, cut the still twisting cage vines with air roots with great effort, then wrapped a mass of moist soil around the cut and put it into the animal skin bag.

After the severed vine twisted a few times, it gradually stopped moving, and it looked no different from ordinary vines.

Jiang Xuan cut a total of nine vines with air roots, then tightened the mouth of the animal skin bag, and said with a refreshing voice: "Go, go back to the tribe."

The two warriors removed the dead tree that was holding down the cage vine, and all the vines of the cage vine immediately wrapped up and turned into a circular cage.

But because Jiang Xuan cut a lot of vines, this cage has several obvious gaps.

The poor cage vine, like a woman from a good family who has been bullied, wept secretly in the forest.

The initiator, Jiang Xuan, had already taken the two warriors away.

After returning to the tribe, Jiang Xuan planted the nine vines wrapped in soil at the predetermined position of the plant defense line.

As for whether these vines can take root and sprout smoothly and grow into new cage vine plants, it can only depend on luck.

February 8, noon.

"Boom!"

The sky was covered with dark clouds~www.readwn.com~ The first spring thunder exploded this year, and all kinds of insects in the ground were awakened.

Jiang Xuan once again engraved the word "Jing Zhe" on his calendar bamboo tube.

"The first thunderstorm last year was on February 5th, and this year is February 8th. The time is relatively close."

Jiang Xuan is quite satisfied with this result, which at least shows that the weather in this world is also regular, which is of great help to his calendar making.

Jiang Xuan believes that sooner or later, he will be able to make a calendar that truly fits this world.

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