Reborn Primitive Age

Chapter 368

The afternoon sun climbed up the window lattice.

The mottled oblique shadow was reflected in the corner of the room.

It was a good time to sleep at this time, Yuan Gungun and Xiaoji lay on the soft fur of the animal, letting the oblique shadow that penetrated the window sill shine on them, and remained motionless.

Gongliang, on the other hand, seemed to be very diligent. Holding a roll of animal skins, he used a homemade charcoal pen to arrange the 26 English letters in sequence, and recorded the Dongtu characters he had learned about the accent of part a, and wrote the corresponding words in the wild characters. He also explained the meaning with wild words next to him.If the wild text is not enough, he will also add some simplified characters from his previous life.This time, he was the only one who could understand the comparison between the Huangwen and the Dongtu characters. Others who wanted to read it would probably have to make guesses.

Migu has nothing to do, so boring to talk about.

Now she is not at all interested in the unicorn and fairy horn that has been flattering next to her. Suddenly seeing the sleeping Yuan Gungun, she flies over and grabs its short tail, and starts to play with it.

Yuan Gungun was woken up by her, looked up, and found that it was Migu's kid, so he shrank his little tail under his buttocks and continued to sleep.

When it fell asleep, for some reason, its ears would always move, and it looked very cute.

Migu started to become interested in its fluffy ears again, so he flew over to grab its ears and pulled them.

Yuan Gungun didn't want to pay attention to her, but she couldn't help pulling her ears all the time, and immediately yelled angrily: "Mi Gu, if you move my ears again, be careful that I will bite you."

"I'm not afraid." Mi Gu stood on its chubby body, with his hips akimbo and said, "If you dare to bite me, I'll spit you out."

This time, Yuan Gungun's threat immediately stopped, and he couldn't beat him, and he was so annoying that he ran to complain, "Gongliang, Migu keeps pulling my ears and won't let me sleep."

"Why are you arguing?" Gong Liang, who was memorizing, was annoyed and said, "You sleep all day, so you can't do something? Go."

However, this little fellow Mi Gu was also too energetic. After thinking for a while, he took out a piece of animal skin and spread it out, took a newly bought small writing brush, and said, "Mi Gu, come here, Dad will teach you how to write."

Migu flew over curiously.

"Father taught you how to write nonsense, otherwise you won't know anything." Gong Liang wrote a word on the paper and asked the little guy to write it.

Huangwen is a little more primitive than Dongtu characters, and it also belongs to the category of pictographs.Sometimes looking at the text, you don't need to read it to understand the meaning above.But it is also more complicated. Writing is like drawing, but it is very appetizing to the little guy. It is estimated that the little guy is writing as a painting.The brush was too soft, and the little guy couldn't get used to it. He lay on the table for a long time before he could completely write the characters taught by Papa.

As soon as the writing was finished, the little guy shouted happily: "Papa, do you think the handwriting I wrote is good?"

Gong Liang took a glance at her nonsense prose that was like a ghost drawing, and was speechless for a while.But the child should be encouraged, not reprimanded, otherwise she will lose her motivation to study, so she praised: "Our Migu is awesome."

"Papa, I'm so good." The little guy said arrogantly: "Gungun can't write, Xiaoji can't write, Jiaojiao can't write, Duoji can't write, none of them can write, only I can write. Writing, I am the most powerful."

The little guy danced for joy when he thought that he was better than them all.

Yuan Gungun, who was about to go back to sleep, was unhappy when he heard her words.Walking over to look at Huangwen, he felt that it was not difficult, so he yelled: "Gongliang, I want to write too."

"Um"

Gong Liang looked at Yuan Gun Gun, didn't know what to say, and thought to himself: Why do you little panda learn these things?

But since it was so open-minded and eager to learn, he had no reason to refuse, so he took a piece of animal skin and spread it out, and gave it a brush.Yuan Gungun moved his small buttocks and sat on the chair, poked the ink with the tip of the pen, and began to write on the paper.

After a while, Gongliang's eyes bulged out.He originally thought that with this guy's messy pen grasping posture, the words written must be ugly.

I didn't expect to write better than him. It's really a panda that can't be judged by its appearance, and the sea can't be measured.

Migu next to him saw that Yuan Gungun's writing was better than his own, and was immediately unhappy, so he started writing on the animal skin again.The two guys seem to be competing, you write and I write.It's just that Mi Gu's writing gets worse and worse, while Yuan Gun Gun's writing gets better and better.Gradually, when it raised the brush, Gonghao seemed to see a gentle and demure woman with a plump body and graceful posture, stretching out her jade-like wrist to write a paragraph of ink-dyed text on the table.

But when it got off the chair, it returned to the facts in an instant.The idiot is still that idiot, what a gentle woman, it's just an illusion.

Mi Gu looked at the piece of paper he had written, and then looked at the scroll, and found that his writing was so ugly, he immediately pursed his mouth, looked at Papa eagerly, and was about to cry.

Gong Liang quickly comforted him: "Don't cry, don't cry, let's continue to practice, and we will definitely write better than it."

"Well," Mi Gu nodded heavily, she must write better than Gun Gun.

It's a pity that the idea is good, but the reality is very cruel.Although she made progress in the future, Yuan Gun Gun's progress was obvious, and she gradually formed her own style. The font looks so gentle and soft. If you don't look at the face, you can't tell that it was written by a panda.

Gongliang couldn't help but sighed: "It's a pity for this guy. He was cast into a panda fetus by mistake in his life. If he was thrown into the human race, he may not be a famous lady, but it's always okay to be a talented woman!"

After that, he went to consult his master in the morning during the day, and wrote the characters he had learned on the animal skin roll in the afternoon. When he bought paper later, he copied it on paper and bound it into a book.In his spare time, he also taught Mi Gu and Yuan Gun Gun how to write and write, and his life was quite leisurely.

The little guy Migu is naturally active, no one is with him, so he can't write quietly.

Fortunately, with Yuan Gun Gun beside him as an example to encourage, the little guy is much calmer.

Although Yuan Gungun is usually lazy, he does things unambiguously, even when writing, which is much better than Gongliang's lazy character.

After all, idle time is limited, and after a few days, it is time for them to patrol the streets.The leader Simao took them to the warehouse to receive weapons, armor and shields for inspection, and then introduced a tribal elite to them, "This is the previous elite Daohan. You are new to the temple. There are many things you don't understand. Let him lead you and those Shibu people first, after that, you have to rely on yourself."

"Here," everyone responded in unison.

Putting on their armor and carrying their spears, the group of them walked out of the tribe's garrison and came to Beijiekou to join the elite of the Stone tribe.

Gongliang, the elite of the Shibu, also knew people, that is, Shi Meng who went to the tribe last time, and some people from the Shibu who went to Dayan last time, but they were not familiar with them.

The two teams converged and began to patrol the North Street.In fact, it is also very simple, just walk up and down the street to see if there is any trouble.

If someone makes trouble, they will be arrested directly, thrown into the iron prison of the temple, locked up for ten or eight days, and then released.

However, fearing the majesty of the temple, generally no one would dare to make trouble inside, so it is very easy to inspect this matter.

PS: I made a mistake yesterday. Instead of sorting by letters such as aoe, iuu, etc., it is correct to sort by English letters such as abcde. I correct it here.

(End of this chapter)