Yao Xiaoqing put away the medical bag and went out to the cafeteria. As soon as she reached the door, Yaya came over with a clay figurine in her hand and said to Yao Xiaoqing: "Qinggu, why hasn't Golden Retriever come for a long time?"
Yao Xiaoqing rubbed Yaya's little crotch, "Yes! That little heartless guy has already forgotten about us!"
Yaya pulled Yao Xiaoqing, "I will never forget Qinggu."
"Yaya is so good!" Yao Xiaoqing pinched her cheek, "Can Qinggu teach you how to play games with Asen?"
Asen also ran over, "Qinggu, do you want to play with making clay figures? We have a lot of clay figures!"
Yao Xiaoqing looked at him, "How many clay figurines do you have?"
Asen raised his palms and said, "There are so many."
Looking at his appearance, Yao Xiaoqing laughed, "So many, do you know how much they are?"
The two pouted and shook their heads, "I don't know!"
Yao Xiaoqing thought to himself, he might as well teach them how to count, so that most people in the tribe would not be able to figure out numbers above ten.
"Qinggu, let me teach you how to count!"
"Qinggu, what is counting?" Asen asked curiously.
Yao Xiaoqing thought for a moment, "If you learn to count, you can know how many clay figurines there are. You can also know that after one winter, Asen is one year older. After many winters, Asen also knows that he has grown a total of
How old!"
Poor baby, he doesn't even know how old he is. Children in later generations have to learn so much knowledge every day, but children here just think about how not to go hungry.
"Okay! I'm willing to learn." Asen looked back at Dongxue, "Mom, do you know how many winters I've been through?"
Dongxue thought for a moment, stretched out a hand and pointed four fingers, "It's been so many winters."
Asen looked back at Yao Xiaoqing, "Qinggu, how many winters have I lived?"
Yao Xiaoqing touched his head and said, "After nine winters, Asen is nine years old."
Asen happily ran over and pulled Dongxue, "Mom, Qinggu said I am nine years old, how old are you?"
Dongxue showed a bitter smile, "Mom doesn't know, Qinggu will teach you. You study hard and remember it for me in the future."
Asen ran back and pulled Yao Xiaoqing, "Qinggu, I want to learn counting from you."
Yao Xiaoqing smiled and nodded, "Okay, I'll go find some charcoal and teach you a lesson."
Yao Xiaoqing put a handful of chestnuts on the stone table, and asked Yaya and Asen to also bring a bunch of chestnuts to the stone table. He said to Hua and the women: "You learn together, and you will know how old your children are in the future.
Already."
The women did not expect that they could also learn it, so they happily responded: "Yes, Green Witch."
Yao Xiaoqing took out a chestnut and said: "Come on, read after me, 1, 2, 3, 4..."
Everyone pulled the things they were counting in front of them and started reading along with her seriously.
Yaya and Asen learn quickly and can count to within fifty on their own in less than half an hour.
Hua and the others have to be slower, Yao Xiaoqing taught them several times before they learned it.
Yao Xiaoqing then taught them to count.
Yao Hu and a group of men who had lunch came back, stood there and listened for a while, and said to Yao Xiaoqing: "Xiaoqing, teach us what you taught them again."
Yao Xiaoqing smiled and nodded, "Okay! You also go and hold some pine nuts and chestnuts, and follow me one by one and count them."
"Okay." A group of people held pine nuts and chestnuts, and sat there upright, following Yao Xiaoqing, pulling the things in front of them, one, two, three... and chanting.
When they followed Yao Xiaoqing and counted to one hundred, Yao Hu took out the knotted rope used to record events and wondered if he could draw it like Xiaoqing did.
After eating the food, the family returned to the courtyard where they lived.
Yao Hu said to Yao Xiaoqing: "Xiaoqing, can we draw the number you taught us to count like you draw a picture?"
Yao Xiaoqing nodded and said: "Yes, those numbers also have their own painting methods."
The father and son were very surprised after hearing this, "Xiaoqing, can you teach us how to draw?"
Yao Xiaoqing smiled and nodded, "There's nothing wrong with this. After I teach you, you won't have to use a rope to remember things anymore. We can also record the time when the Yaoshan tribe was established."
"People in the future will know how long our Yaoshan tribe has been established? They also know that our first leader was named Yao Hu, who his wife was, and how many children he had."
Yao Xiaoqing's words made Yao Hu and his son yearn for her. They looked at her and asked, "How should I remember it?"
Yao Xiaoqing thought for a while and said, "Let's record the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter in years. One year is from spring to winter."
"In the spring we arrived at the Ninghe River and established the new Yaoshan tribe. With our surname, by the end of winter, it will be the first year of the establishment of the Yaoshan tribe."
"From next spring to winter, it will be the second year, and so on."
Yao Hu kept nodding, "Okay, let's do as you say. Will you teach us how to remember?"
"Let me see where it is written?" Yao Xiaoqing glanced at the white wall of the main room, "Just write it on the wall. I will teach you how to write from one to a hundred first, and then I will teach you other things."
Mufeng looked at her, "Xiaoqing, what should I write in?"
"Wait!" Yao Xiaoqing went into the house and took out two charcoal sticks and handed them to Yao Hu and Mu Feng, "Father, brother, follow me and write."
The father and son grabbed the charcoal strips and nodded, "Okay."
Yao Xiaoqing wrote the numbers, 1, 2,..., on the wall painted with oyster gray. The father and son followed Yao Xiaoqing, writing clumsily and seriously. By dusk, the white walls were left with
There are rows of numbers.
In two days, Yaohu and his son learned to write numbers from one to one hundred, and the walls of the main room were covered with numbers.
The father and son then taught what they learned to other people in the tribe.
Yao Xiaoqing also taught them to write their names, spring, summer, autumn, winter, as well as millet, beans, livestock, and some frequently used characters.
The people in the tribe learned to write, but they had no paper to write on. When they had nothing to do, they wrote on the walls all day long. The walls of their rooms and halls were covered with dark numbers.
Yao Xiaoqing went to chop a few bamboo tubes, split them into pieces, and gave them to Yao Hu after peeling them off. "Father, brother, you carve the things you want to remember on them first, and then I will think of a way to use the paper I used to draw the pictures."
Make it and write it down on paper."
"Yeah!" The father and son took the bamboo slips, and Mu Feng laughed and said, "I'm still thinking, if we write them all down on the wall, the walls of our house will be covered with our paintings."
"You idiot, why didn't you think of engraving words on the bamboo?" Yao Hu smiled and patted him, "Go tell them to get some oyster dust and paint the wall again."
Mufeng rubbed his head and smiled: "Yes, the leader of Yaohu!"
More than half a month has passed in a flash, and the weather is getting colder and colder.
Yao Xiaoqing was worried that the sugar cane and taro would be frozen. After building up the soil for the sugar cane to keep it warm, he and the others dug out half of the taro and piled it in the cave. The remaining soil was kept warm.
The trunks of the living fruit trees were wrapped with cattails to keep them warm and prevent them from freezing to death.