From troll tribes to elf empires

Chapter 20 BBQ and Improvisation

"Blade Tooth Witch Doctor, what is this? Why does it smell so good!"

"Give me Kangkang! Give me Kangkang!"

The aroma of barbecue permeated the courtyard, once again attracting a group of adult soldiers. They were drooling and staggering around like zombies.

When the little trolls saw the big troll coming to grab food, they bared their teeth almost instinctively, leaning against the earthen oven like puppies guarding food, trying to block the progress of the warriors.

"Hehe! The little ones have learned to show their teeth. Let's go."

The leading warrior stretched out his belly, opened a passage and squeezed in. The remaining trolls also poured in like water under the unwilling eyes of the little troll.

However, the soldiers did not have the habit of snatching food, especially from the children of their own tribe. That would be a shame.

They just stood around curiously, salivating as they watched Saberya twisting the branches.

After a while, when even scorch marks appeared on the surface of the meat, Shan Ya took the barbecue off the rack and said something in his mouth.

"Open up, open up, don't crowd around."

"Think so, think so."

Hearing this, the hungry trolls became excited and geared up to find someone to learn from.

Whether they were eating meat or eating their own saliva, the trolls nodded to express their understanding.

"It doesn't have to be food, better weapons, better protective equipment. I will discuss a reward method with other witch doctors. Whether it is literacy yourself or teaching others, no matter who it is, as long as it does not affect production

If you can do it under certain circumstances, you will definitely be rewarded.”

After Blade Ya's words fell, there was a sudden "complaint" all around.

The excuses such as 'Why is this happening', 'I'm starving', 'I'm not stupid, I'm an expert at hunting!' came and went, almost deafening him.

Seeing the reaction of the trolls, Blade Ya secretly said in his heart, "The trolls are very hopeful."

‘Wood Teeth’

The sub-adult 'intern' who was excited that he was about to eat 'barbecue' was very happy. After receiving the branch, he immediately squatted down and started making gestures on the ground.

"oh oh!"

"Go back and tell all the tribesmen that starting from tomorrow, no matter who they are, as long as they remember 100 words, they can come to my place for a barbecue."

However, among these complaints, there was an obvious voice that sounded like a gray wolf among the huskies:

"Yeah, but remember, you can only eat eight times at your current level. If you want to eat more, you have to keep working hard. Wait and I will think about it. If you can organize everyone to read in the extra time, you can teach 100 people per tribe.

Words, not only barbecue, I will also reward you with more things."

"Witch doctor! I am literate, I am literate!"

"Well, I'll teach you how to grill meat later. From tomorrow on, you will be half a cook. I will keep the flame here burning as long as possible. If it goes out, come back to me."

It turned out that this 'intern' did not lie. He wrote most of it smoothly and without much trace of thinking.

This analogy may not be very accurate, but the feedback received is much better than before.

How many of them are hot for three minutes and may just turn around and let it go? Banya doesn't know.

"Do you want to eat?"

And it seems that he realized that his words were not well understood, so he changed his words again,

"Forehead"

However, being able to write names is not considered literate.

The 'intern' took over the barbecue, and in the envious eyes of the trolls around him, for the first time in his life, he felt something to be proud of besides being 'brave'.

Blade Ya's mind turned around and he immediately understood what he was thinking about, so he asked,

While handing the skewers of meat to the little troll through the gaps in the warriors' bodies.

The handwriting is not beautiful, it is crooked and even ugly, but his expectant eyes are bright.

Blade Ya became interested, handed over a branch, and ordered,

"What's your name? Write it on the ground."

"Okay, okay, I will definitely study hard."

Occasionally, if you don't know a word, you can easily replace it with pinyin.

As they spoke, these trolls, who didn't know a word of Chinese characters, showed "wisdom" in their eyes.

In the process of regaining it, the little troll was so excited to eat meat that he didn't mention it for now. Blade Ya said to the surrounding warriors,

"Does it smell good?"

Blade Ya nodded with satisfaction and hit the railroad again while it was hot,

"Then teach me how to read! Idiots are not qualified to eat barbecue."

"Starting from tomorrow, you can come and have barbecue eight times."

He clapped his hands, attracted the attention of all the trolls, and said,

"Do you see this pile of soil? This is called a 'furnace'; do you see the light in the furnace? This is called a 'flame'."

But he believed that every additional troll who really wanted to become literate would be a boost to the tribe.

"These are all the results of 'knowledge'; and those words that the chief chants every day and forces you to remember, those 'words' that you feel are useless for hunting and are not a waste of time and are unwilling to learn, are

The carrier of 'knowledge'."

"There are more than 800 characters, and I'm familiar with the pinyin." He replied with some embarrassment.

This number surprised Banya. In his previous life, when he graduated from primary school, he seemed to be able to read about 3,000 words. In comparison, this Buga can only be regarded as 'semi-literate', which does not seem to be very commendable? But in fact, it cannot be compared simply like this.

The learning environment between the two is very different.

Nodding with satisfaction, Blade Ya responded with his expectant eyes,

"Okay, okay! We witch doctors keep our word. This barbecue is yours."

So, Banya read out a few more common expressions and asked him to write them out one by one for assessment.

It was a troll, not much taller than Saber Fang; his fangs were not too thick, and his skin was not completely horny. Looking at that appearance, he seemed to be a sub-adult 'technical trainee'.

This was definitely not one of the trolls that he and the other witch doctors taught him.

"How many characters do you know? Are you proficient in Pinyin?"

Following the voice, he saw the owner of the voice in the equally surprised gazes of the soldiers.

"Witch doctor, is there anything else delicious?" A troll asked on behalf of almost all the trolls.

An inappropriate voice sounded. It was the literate sub-adult troll who was looking at him with a troubled expression.

"well!"

As soon as the word '8' came out of his mouth, he understood that this was a stupid promise. How could he have so much time to roast them all day long?

So, Banya changed his mind and changed his words,

"greedy!"

At the very least, most trolls no longer look 'wise', but instead look like 'that's how it is'.

"fragrant!"

"If hands are your limbs that hold spears, then 'words' are equivalent to 'hands' for knowledge; only by mastering 'words' can you use 'knowledge' as freely as you can use spears.

.”

There was no extra BBQ, so Kenya handed over the one he had prepared for himself.

"Then didn't I lose money?"

"Literacy, literacy!!"

The simple trolls had a very simple way of expressing their excitement, and they raised their hands and shouted.

"Well, there will be an unprecedented gathering in the tribe in the next few days, and we will make an official announcement then."

Finally, Saba concluded this episode and sent the soldiers away.

(End of chapter)