The Caveman Made Me Awesome

All the Howls lowered their heads, staring intently at the words on the bone fragments.

More and more Howls found out what was going on here, and gathered around to join in the fun. Even those Howls that looked like auspicious beasts changed their lazy demeanor and came over to watch while chewing grass.

"What's the matter, why are you all surrounded here?"

"What happened, back and forth, let me take a look."

"Writing? What writing? The writing of the tribal people?"

"Squeeze aside, let me come over..."

Hearing that Lu Er was afraid that so many people and war beasts would crowd Ye Xi, he drove them away, "Don't surround yourself!"

There are many strong men in the clan, and the Howls don't know Ting Luer and don't plan to sell his face, so they still squeeze in this way. There were not many interesting things in the primitive era, so how can you miss it when there is something lively to watch? More and more people and howlers gather here, and the situation gradually becomes out of control.

Hearing that Lu Er saw that everyone didn't take his words seriously, he immediately became angry. He suddenly pulled out the bone spear from his back and thrust it hard into the ground!

In the flying dust, the terrifying aura belonging to the ninth-level fighters was fully released, and all the surroundings were silent, as if the atmosphere had entered the cold winter from the hot summer in an instant.

But soon, the crowd became commotion again.

Some Howls were dissatisfied with "You Tingshi, why are you threatening us in our territory?!"

"That's right, don't think that we are afraid of you just because you are a level nine fighter!"

"When our Howls don't have ninth-level fighters!"

Ting Lu Er clenched the bone spear tightly in his right hand, his face became gloomy, and his eyes were fixed on those few Howls who appeared. Those Howls showed no fear at all, instead they pushed aside the crowd and stepped forward, their muscles puffed up, their fighting spirit was fierce, as if they wanted to fight Ting Lu'er, they didn't care whether they could beat Ting Lu'er or not Ear.

Just when the atmosphere was stalemate, Ye Xi lightly leaned on his bone stick.

"Boom—!"

The bottom of the stick touched the thick dry ground, making a moderate sound.

The sound seemed to hit everyone's heart, and the hearts of everyone around them missed a beat. An inexplicable feeling of palpitation and fear climbed up from their backs, making their limbs freeze and their whole bodies cold.

The thorn-headed Howlers instantly felt as if they had been splashed with a basin of ice water,

The fighting spirit all over his body disappeared without a trace.

Whether it is a tribe or a clan, the awe of witches is always engraved in their hearts.

Not to mention Yuan Wu.

Seeing this, Ting Luer also put away the bone spear. The clans help each other without offending each other. If it is not necessary, he does not want to show his prestige in the territory of the Howl clan.

Ye Xi patted Ting Lu'er's shoulder reassuringly, and handed the engraved bone to the nearest Howl.

"This is tribal characters... More precisely, it is Xicheng characters. People like you who are crowded behind can't read clearly, so you might as well pass them around to each other."

"Xicheng characters?"

The Howl man was taken aback just now, he didn't expect Ye Xi to hand him the bone piece, and he took it flattered.

Ye Xi nodded, and said gently, "Currently this kind of writing is only circulated in Xicheng."

Lu Er snorted, "That is to say, other tribes don't know how to write this kind of characters?"

"right."

Lu Er laughed loudly, "That's good, I thought our clan had only been evacuated for a few years, and the news is so behind!"

The bone fragments engraved with square characters were passed from one Howl to another.

"What is Xicheng like?"

"How big is Xicheng?"

"Xicheng..."

Ye Xi answered the questions that came up from time to time from Lu Er, and amidst the howling people's discussion and exclamation, the bone piece turned around and finally returned to Ye Xi's hand.

"Master Yuan Wu, can you return this piece of bone to me?"

The bone piece was originally cut, and it was useless for Ye Xi to keep it, so he simply handed the bone piece to him.

Seeing that Ye Xi really handed over the bone fragment with the writing on it, Jiao Da's face lit up, and he bowed sincerely to thank Ye Xi.

"Thank you, Master Yuanwu!"

He is a person who likes writing very much, otherwise he wouldn't be writing on the bone fragments every day. Seeing the beautiful writing that is completely different from their clan's writing, he is delighted to see Lie Xin, and he can't wait to carve a few pieces along with him.

Jiao returned to the stone house and put away the bone fragment cherishingly.

I heard that Lu Er also wanted a piece of bone with tribal characters written on it. When the horn came out, he thought for a while and took off the white armband strung together with small skulls on his arm, and threw it to him casually, "This armband is Made from the head of a mouse, it’s cheap for you, go and find me the best bone piece.”

Jiao Da recognized the good thing, took the armband and immediately turned around and went into the stone house again, when he came out he was holding a large snow-white and shiny bone piece that was one meter long.

Listening to Lu Er handing the big bone piece and her own dagger to Ye Xi, she begged with a playful smile, "Write me some Xicheng characters too!"

Ye Xi smiled, and simply found a place to sit down.

"What do you want to write?"

Listening to Lu Er scratching his scalp, thinking about it, his eyes lit up and he said, "How about just writing about you?"

"Just write about you coming to our clan, and the rain helping us fill the lake... It's best to include me in it too, by the way! We should also write about the fact that we saved you when we first met!"

Ye Xi nodded, "Okay."

He lowered his head and held the bone knife to carve, but when the tip of the knife was about to touch the bone, he suddenly stopped.

It is best to write the date in this kind of diary record, but both the tribe and the clan live very confusedly. They only know the days of the great sacrifice, and the difference between the dry season and the rainy season in spring, summer, autumn and winter, but there is not much difference at all. The concept of years and months, because they don't have a calendar.

Oh, the day of the great priest is not calculated, but sensed. Even the most ordinary shamans can sense this change of heaven and earth a few days in advance, so there is no need to count it at all.

Another important function of the calendar is that it can predict climate changes based on the date, so as to determine the planting time and harvest time of crops. But Bu Wu can accurately predict the weather. For example, the time of spring plowing in Xicheng is divined by Bu Wu, which is very convenient.

Because of these reasons, Ye Xi never thought about making a calendar for so long.

"What's wrong?"

Listen to Lu Er's question.

Ye Xi came back to his senses and said with a smile, "Ah, if you want to remember things, you'd better know the date, but there's no calendar, so it's hard to write the date."

Listening to Lu Er was at a loss.

date? Calendar? What the hell? ?

Ye Xi stood up and said to the surrounding crowd, "Please make room for me."

The Howls all obediently retreated a bit, forming a big circle around Ye Xi and Ting Lu'er.

Ye Xi used a bone stick instead of a brush, and began to draw on the yellow ground.

Because he has eaten a lot of exotic flowers and herbs, his memory is extremely good. I really want to recall that he can even remember how many mouthfuls of meat he ate and what water he drank one morning five years ago.

Ye Xi wrote while recalling.

The annual interval between the great sacrifices is 489 days, which can roughly determine that there are about 459 days in a year, and a round of synodic months here is about 40 days...