Going through ancient farming to engage in infrastructure construction

Yao Xiaoqing put away the medical bag and went out to the cafeteria.As soon as she walked to the door, Yaya came over to Yao Xiaoqing with a clay figurine in her hand and said, "Guy Qing, why hasn't the golden retriever come here for a long time?"

Yao Xiaoqing rubbed Yaya's little chin, "Yes! That little heartless bastard has already forgotten about us!"

Yaya pulled Yao Xiaoqing, "I will never forget Aunt Qing."

"Yaya is so good!" Yao Xiaoqing pinched her cheek, "Can Qing Gu teach you how to play games with Asen?"

A Sen also ran over, "Qinggu, are you playing with clay figurines? We have a lot of clay figurines!"

Yao Xiaoqing looked at him, "How many clay figurines do you have?"

Asen raised his palms up, "There are so many."

Seeing his appearance, Yao Xiaoqing laughed, "So much, do you know how much it is?"

The two pouted and shook their heads, "I don't know!"

Yao Xiaoqing thought to himself, just teach them how to know numbers, so that most people in the tribe can't even figure out the numbers above ten.

"Aunt Qing will teach you how to count!"

"Qinggu, what is counting?" Asen asked curiously.

Yao Xiaoqing thought for a while, "If you learn how to count, you can know how many clay figurines there are. You can also know that after one winter, A Sen will be one year older. After many winters, A Sen will know that he has grown a total How old are you!"

Poor baby, I don't even know how old I am.Those children in later generations have to learn so much knowledge every day, and the children here just think about how not to be hungry.

"Okay! I'm willing to learn." Asen looked back at Dongxue, "Mum, do you know how many winters I've lived through?"

Dongxue thought for a while, stretched out a hand and four fingers, "It's been so many winters."

Asen looked back at Yao Xiaoqing, "Guy Qing, how many winters have I lived through?"

Yao Xiaoqing patted his head, "Nine winters, Asen is nine years old."

A Sen happily ran over to hold Dong Xue, "Mum, Qinggu said I'm nine years old, how old are you?"

Dong Xue showed a bitter smile, "Aunt doesn't know, Qinggu will teach you, you should study hard, and help Aunt remember it in the future."

Asen ran back and pulled Yao Xiaoqing, "Gu Qing, I want to learn how to count from you."

Yao Xiaoqing nodded with a smile, "Okay, I'll find a piece of charcoal and teach you well."

Yao Xiaoqing took a handful of chestnuts and put them on the stone table, and asked Yaya and A Sen to also put a bunch of chestnuts on the stone table.Said to Hua and those women: "You study together, and you will know how old your baby is in the future."

The women didn't expect that they could learn it, and they happily replied, "Yes, Qing Wu."

Yao Xiaoqing took out a chestnut and said, "Come on, follow me, 1, 2, 3, 4..."

Everyone scratched the things counted in front of them, and began to read after her seriously.

Yaya and Asen learned quickly, and they could count to less than fifty by themselves in less than half an hour.

Hua and the others are about to slow down. Yao Xiaoqing taught them several times before they learned it.

Yao Xiaoqing then taught them to count.

Yaohu came back with a group of men having lunch, stood there listening for a while, and said to Yao Xiaoqing: "Xiaoqing, teach us what you taught them."

Yao Xiaoqing smiled and nodded, "Okay! You guys also go and bring some pine nuts and chestnuts over, and follow me to count one by one."

"Okay." A group of people held pine nuts and chestnuts, sat there upright, followed Yao Xiaoqing, scratched the things in front of them, one, two, three..., read the past.

When they followed Yao Xiaoqing and counted to a hundred, Yaohu took out the knotted rope for the memorandum, wondering if he could draw it like Xiaoqing drew a picture?
After eating the food, the family returned to the yard where they lived.

Yaohu said to Yao Xiaoqing: "Xiaoqing, can you 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 drawing methods."

The father and son were very surprised when they heard this, "Xiaoqing, can you teach us how to draw?"

Yao Xiaoqing nodded with a smile, "There's nothing wrong with this. After I teach you, you don't need to use ropes to keep track of 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 is Yaohu, who is his wife, and how many children he has."

Yao Xiaoqing's words made Yaohu and his son look forward to it, and they looked at her and asked, "Then how should I remember?"

Yao Xiaoqing thought for a while, "Let's record the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter in years, and from spring to winter is one year."

"We went to the Ning River in spring and established a new Yaoshan tribe. With our surname, after winter, it will be the first year of Yaoshan tribe's establishment."

"From the next spring to winter is the second year, and so on."

Yaohu kept nodding, "Okay, just do as you said, and you will teach us how to remember?"

"Let me see where it is written?" Yao Xiaoqing glanced at the white wall of the main room, "It is written on the wall. I will teach you how to write one to one hundred first, and then teach others."

Mu Feng looked at her, "Xiaoqing, what do you use to write?"

"Wait!" Yao Xiaoqing went into the room and took out two sticks of charcoal, and handed them to Yao Hu and Mu Feng, "Father, brother, follow me and write."

The father and son grabbed the charcoal and nodded, "Okay."

Yao Xiaoqing wrote numbers on the wall covered with oyster ash, 1, 2, ..., and the father and son followed Yao Xiaoqing, writing clumsily and earnestly. A row of numbers is down.

It took two days for Yaohu and his son to learn to write numbers from one to one hundred, and the walls of the main room were covered with numbers.

The father and son in turn taught what they had learned to others in the tribe.

Yao Xiaoqing taught them to write their names, spring, summer, autumn, winter, millet, beans, livestock, and some frequently used words.

The people in the tribe have learned to write, but they don’t have the paper to write on. When they are free, everyone writes on the walls all day long. The walls of the rooms and halls are covered with black numbers.

Yao Xiaoqing went to cut a few bamboo tubes and split them, and gave them to Yaohu after they were cut off, "Father, brother, you first engrave what you want to remember on this, and then I can find a way to get the paper I used for drawing." Make it out and write it down on paper."

"Yeah!" The father and son took the bamboo slips, and Mu Feng smiled and said, "I'm still thinking, if we write them all down on the wall, the walls at home will be completely covered by us."

"Wood-headed, why didn't you think of engraving words on bamboo pieces!" Yaohu patted him with a smile, "Go tell them, go get some oyster ash, and repaint the wall."

Mu Feng rubbed his head and smiled, "Yes, leader Yaohu!"

Half a month has passed in a flash, and the weather is getting colder and colder.

Yao Xiaoqing was worried that the sugarcane and taro would be damaged by freezing, so after cultivating the sugarcane to keep warm, he led everyone to dig out half of the taro, piled it in the cave, and kept the rest warm.

The trunks of the living fruit trees were wrapped with cattail grass to keep them warm so as not to freeze to death.