Vol 3 Chapter 1015: -The saint who made characters

Ji thief was obviously angry, this can be seen from the unconcealable anger on his face when he entered the door.
Ji Zei is not a casually angry person. Although he is not a leader who is indifferent to anger and anger, he is easy-going, advocates freedom and does not like cumbersome.
It's also such a character. He likes to joke with everyone on weekdays, and he doesn't care if he is being teased. Therefore, it is rare to see Ji thief getting angry.
For a long time, it was as if Ji thief never got angry.
Anyway, up to now, no more than five clansmen have seen Ji Zei get angry.
At least, these people who study are not among the five.
Immediately, Ji thief went to this stop, full of anger, and the people watching were frightened, and none of them dared to speak.
"Why don't you rest?" Ji Zei said angrily.
When the words fell, everyone couldn't help but swallowed their saliva with a grunt.
Ji Thief took a deep breath, stepped forward, and glanced at the clansman closest to him: "Why don't you take a break?"
The people of that tribe fought their teeth and didn't know how to answer.
Ji Thief was completely angry: "I asked you to come to study, is it for you to study how to stay up late? No wonder you have no energy during the day. Ah? Do you think that I am usually too good to you, so you have no fear and don't need to study. Who are you so good about? Say it."
Seeing Ji Zei's eyebrows pressed with anger, several members of the tribe hurriedly said: "Then what the patriarch, don't be angry, we, we have a reason for doing this."
Ji Thief sneered: "The reason, what reason?"
"We are learning."
Ji thief became even more angry: "I use you? The night is when you are resting. If you want to learn, you can't study during the day or what?"
"My patriarch, in the daytime, we can't learn so many words at all. In order not to disappoint you, we all memorize part of it, and then come back to exchange and learn with each other at night."
Hearing this, Ji thief was stunned. He calmed down after knowing that everyone was wrong. He slowed down and said, "You can't learn so much during the day. Can you learn it at night? Listen to me. Make a fuss, hurry up and rest."
"It's not the patriarch, everyone can really learn, really."
Ji Zei blinked.
A member of the tribe picked up a slate: "We have our own way of learning."
Ji thief: "???"
Reaching out to take the slate, Ji Thief took a look, and saw that there were special signs under each of the words.
In fact, words and symbols can be regarded as beautifying them. The crooked things are not like words, but more like abstract pictures.
"What is this?" Ji Zei asked, pointing to the pattern under the text.
A member of the tribe is weak and weak: "This, this is the method everyone uses to learn. With this method, everyone can remember faster."
Ji Zei frowned and pointed at a word: "What does this word say?"
"River."
"What about this word?"
"wind."
After pointing out dozens of words in a row, every member of this tribe who was singled out could pronounce it accurately.
Immediately, Ji Thief was shocked.
Good guy, I really recognize them all.
Seeing Ji Zei staying silent, the tribe asked weakly, "Master Patriarch, you..."
Ji Thief suddenly put down the slate and asked: "Who came up with this method? Tell me?"
While asking this sentence, Ji Thief was extremely enthusiastic in his heart. Good fellow, the clansman who came up with this method was simply a genius.
This is equivalent to labeling Chinese characters under English to facilitate learning when you are learning English. The patterns under these characters taught by yourself are the Chinese character labels of these ethnic people. Of course, this method is very common for modern people, and there is no surprise.
But these are primitive people. They have no Chinese characters and no experience in dealing with this situation. Now, the method they can find on their own in just a few days is really genius.
It is precisely because of this that Ji Thief is extremely excited and has to ask who is the one who came up with this method.
Seeing Ji Thief’s excited expression, the tribe who was questioned thought that Ji Thief was going to blame everyone, and immediately snorted: "Then the patriarch, everyone, everyone is kind, no, there is no other meaning, you have to blame, just , Just blame me."
The thief glanced at this tribe. It was an old man in the hunting department under Aliang. He was there when he was in the Frost Valley tribe.
"Who told you that I was blaming everyone? I was asking who was the one who came up with this method. I want to thank him, thank him, do you understand?"
The old man from the hunting department was taken aback: "Huh? Isn't it a punishment?"
Ji thief rolled his eyes: "Punish? Punish a fart. Okay, quickly tell me who came up with such a good way."
For a while, everyone in the room looked inside.
The thief also looked over, only to see a child squatting in the corner of the room.
He was not very old, about seven or eight years old, sloppy and sloppy, and he was still wearing a worn-out animal skin.
Seeing Ji Zei look over, the child shuddered and lowered his head hurriedly.
Seeing this, Ji thief became more and more curious, and walked over.
He came to the child and squatted down and asked, "Did you come up with this method?"
The child dared not look at Ji Thief, so he lowered his head and let out a faint mosquito noise.
Ji Thief said: "Raise your head."
The child trembled as if not hearing it.
Ji Zei slowed down: "Hold your head up and let me take a good look at you."
The child slowly raised his head.
When he saw the child's eyes, Ji Zei was stunned.
"My eyes have heavy pupils!"
Ji Thief exclaimed.
The surrounding clansmen blinked and no one came up.
Seeing the child’s eyes with pupils, Ji Thief hurriedly looked back at the slate and then at the child. Suddenly, the first hand grabbed the child’s wrist and walked out.
The clansmen all came up: "Master Patriarch, don't you, don't you..."
Ji Zei suddenly turned his head: "What are you doing?"
A group of tribesmen shrank back and swallowed their mouths: "The patriarch, Xiao Cangjie, this is also for everyone’s good, and there is no other meaning. It’s really not possible, we can just learn from you as before, really, you do not be angry."
"Who told you that I was angry? Wait, what did you call him just now?" Ji Thief said.
A group of people blinked, their faces blank: "Xiao Cangjie?"
Ji Zei turned his head abruptly, grabbed the child's shoulders, breathing constantly, cramped.
"You, what's your name?" When asked this sentence, Ji Thief didn't dare to breathe hard, for fear that it would scare the child.
That cautious appearance was like the poorest beggar in the world, who suddenly received a priceless baby, placed it in the palm of his hand, not daring to use force.
Ji Zei is certainly not the poorest beggar, but in his eyes, this child is just as valuable as a precious treasure.
You know, the name of this child is Cangjie.
Cangjie, the ancestor of the legendary characters, everyone who descends from the summer will know the allusion of Cangjie's creation of characters, and the most obvious feature of Cangjie is that his eyes have double pupils.
Let me put it this way, even if the Ji thief does not pass through, even if the Ji thief does not start spreading the text, Cangjie will still create the text under the push of time.
This is the inevitability of history.
From this point of view, the graphics below the text that I taught are the pictographs created by Cangjie?
Ecstasy, unstoppable ecstasy.
Ji Zei couldn't believe it, couldn't believe that the sloppy child in front of him was really the ancestor of the legendary text in the later generations.
Seeing the excited expression on Ji Zei's face, Xiao Cangjie stepped back in a little fear, and cried out.
His crying made Ji Thief confused.
"No, why are you crying?"
Xiao Cangjie suddenly removed the restraint of Ji Thief's hands and threw himself on his knees: "Sorry, sorry patriarch, I, I shouldn't have figured out this way to destroy your teaching, sorry, sorry."
Ji Thief was stunned. He didn't react for a long time. He blinked and said, "Then what, I didn't mean to blame you. Really, get up first."
Xiao Cangjie stood up weakly, seeing Ji Zei's eyes still full of fear.
Ji Zei pursed his lips, and said, "Then what, your name is really Cangjie?"