"Mom, I'm afraid." A servant girl and her little daughter hid in the corner, waiting in fear for the chaos to pass.
"Don't make a sound, little flower." The servant girl's face was smeared with pot ash, and the younger daughter's face was also smeared.
This is what she was told after she gave a bowl of rice to the hungry people on the roadside. If trouble comes, she should quickly put ashes on her face.
"Hey, there are two pussies here!"
The two most terrifying men's voices came.
"too ugly."
"Fool, just take a shower."
"Woof woof!"
"Ah! Ugh!" After two screams, a dog stuck its head in.
"There are two more people here, rescue them." said a familiar female steward.
How to distinguish good guys from bad guys?
Amid the chaos, it's easy to see.
Those who dare not follow the crowd and rob or burn them are good people.
The hunting dog Zhao Han finally gathered a large group of people.
Women account for the absolute majority, followed by children, and then the elderly, weak, sick and disabled.
There are three blind men.
They were already on the verge of death, just like the situation they were in before Wen Rensheng. Now this trouble was a blessing in disguise for them.
Someone took care of it.
"There are 1,451 people now, Dahu, what do you want to do?" Wen Rensheng said to the hunting dog.
The hunting dog took the slate and began to write: "Sleep."
"Let them all sleep? That's a good idea. It can help stabilize their spirits." Wen Rensheng nodded.
While he was talking, the hunting dog lay down and snored.
Wen Rensheng saw a green streak appear on the hunting dog.
A green dog.
interesting.
Now in his field of vision, all living things have colors, while inanimate things only have black outlines.
He has understood that the color of life is filled by his spiritual will.
Or scientifically speaking, it is the brain that fills the objects scanned with Qi with colors based on sounds, movements...
The leading old men arranged everyone in dozens of rooms and began to arrange for people to find rice for cooking.
A woman knew the location of a rice barn.
In the past, anyone who came near this place would be hacked to death, but now there is no one here.
Mountains of rice grains were displayed in front of everyone's eyes.
"They have so much rice, and they are separated from my house by two walls, but my child is starving to death." A middle-aged woman said, wiping her tears.
"You can't say this, it's all about fate." A certain old man sighed.
"Yes, the noble Master Huanzhuang is also dead now, isn't it also his fate?"
"When a person dies, he is buried with great splendor, and six concubines are also buried there. He will still be able to enjoy happiness in the next life."
"I heard that those who were buried were all the oldest ones, and the younger ones were divided among their sons. What a crime."
"Those of his sons also had no good retribution. Nine of them died and only one was left."
"He deserves it. Whoever allowed his family to commit so many evils is a punishment from God."
"God's punishment?" The hunting dog's ears twitched twice while he was sleeping, and he wrote down this word.
Women who are venting cannot imagine how much impact they will have on another world in the future by just saying something to suit their needs.
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"I woke up, I feel so comfortable." Zhao Han opened his eyes and felt very comfortable.
hungry.
Looking for something to eat.
It sniffed around, and someone brought a bowl of stew and placed it in front of it.
The posture was very careful, just like treating a Bodhisattva in a temple.
"Quick quack quack" After eating it in a few bites, it felt more comfortable.
At this time, another little girl came over and squatted down to clean the smoke and dust from its hair.
What should I do now?
She remembered the chaos before.
It seems like you have done something wrong again?
"No, you did the right thing. Alas, it's just that you changed from a silly and sweet girl to a scheming girl. It's really embarrassing." The narration suddenly sounded.
"Why are you scolding me?" Zhao Han said dissatisfied.
"I'm complimenting you."
"Why don't you blame me? They were still alive and well, but I provoked the fight and made everything chaotic, so so many people died." Zhao Han said in a complicated tone.
"Why are you blaming you? It doesn't matter if someone dies. The problem is that only after someone dies can you really have a chance to change everything. Your calculations are really powerful." The narrator Zhi Zhong said sincerely.
"I have no plans!" Zhao Han emphasized.
She just wants to make the people at the bottom live a better life, which is also called calculation.
"Why not? If there is no chaos, can you become the leader of more than a thousand people? Although most of them are old and weak, they are still a force. If there is no chaos, they can rely on you wholeheartedly? Trust you? You can control
Got such a big power?" the narrator said disdainfully.
Zhao Han fell silent.
The other person is right.
Then her dog eyes glanced at the children who were eating sweet rice.
You can't imagine that a six-year-old girl can eat two large bowls of rice. If her mother hadn't stopped her because she was afraid of stuffing herself to death, she would have continued eating.
These children are her chance.
Zhao Han is not really stupid after all,
What we need to do now is to find a safe place, settle these people, and then start educating the children.
Children are the source of rapid changes in everything.
The human brain is the greatest gift of nature.
Children of primitive tribes, even those who do not know 1 to 1, can quickly integrate into the modern social life two thousand years later after fifteen years of education, without any appearance of unfamiliarity.
She only needs to spend six years to educate the first batch, then six more years, and the first batch can educate children thirty times as many as herself, and then six more years, nine hundred times as many.
This is the power of education!
Eighteen years later, the first batch of 90,000 sixth-grade primary school students appeared if they taught 100 children.
They are enough to change this era.
Any force that attaches great importance to education can rise and enter middle-level life within two or three generations.
Zhao Han quickly regained her composure and thought about the future.
She wants to teach modern science in this martial arts world!
Soon she discovered that she was a fool.
She is a dog and can't speak. How to teach her?
Even if you have practiced kung fu and can draw on a stone slab, you still cannot draw out a textbook.
Even if she can write it, it's still in simplified Chinese. If she doesn't pronounce it, others won't be able to understand it, right?
Unless she can speak, if she can't speak, how can those children understand if they don't even know the words?
And other adults here can't understand the books she wrote.
It's over, it's a dead end.
She scratched her head and thought.
"Little Fatty, find a way for me to teach these children to go to school," she urged.
"No, I'm going to sleep again. This is a low-demon world and it's very unfriendly to me. I'm going to sleep," the narrator Zhizhong refused.
"You, you..." Zhao Han was helpless.
When this guy comes out, he doesn't do anything serious, he just comes to make himself happy.
"Why do you want so many things? You are just a dog now. That's the last sentence." The narrator Zizhong added one more sentence.
"It's still nonsense, give me some serious advice."
"My suggestions can only be heard by others, and they are really the last words."
After this sentence, her narration was completely silent.
