The Caveman Made Me Awesome

After more than a month.

Beside a roaring fireplace.

Five chiefs as tall as iron towers huddled together facing the fire, looking down at a parchment scroll together.

It was already dark outside, and the fire and candles in the stone house were the only light source, so they were very close to the fireplace, and stretched their necks, trying to bring their heads closer to the parchment to read the words on it.

The five rough black faces were glowing red from the fire.

There was a loud crack.

A burst of sparks drifted towards the scroll.

A few rough hands blocked the hot sparks in time like lightning.

Chief Niujiao didn't look at the back of his hand that was scalded. With two thick fingers, he pinched a small strip of black charcoal like pinching a bug. Write two strokes clumsily.

After a while, he stared at the words distorted like caterpillars on the stone bricks, scratched his hair irritably, and wiped the words away with his palm fan.

The palm of his hand was pitch black, obviously he had rubbed a lot of charcoal writing.

Chief Gongtao sat among the five people, holding the only parchment scroll in both hands, pointing to the words on the parchment scroll, word by word, and clumsily recited like a child: "If, if, in, way, Face, follow..."

"Follow..."

"Follow..."

He frowned and turned to ask the falcon chief next to him: "What does this word read?"

Chief Falcon also frowned into a big pimple, stared at the word for a while, slapped his thigh, and guessed it half-guessingly: "Anything, whatever you want!"

Chief Gongtao suddenly realized: "Oh - whatever, yes, whatever, meaning, meaning..."

He stared hard at the square character, as if staring at an extermination enemy, as if he wanted to firmly remember it in the deepest part of his heart, and he continued to read it after a while.

"If you defecate, spit, or get naked on the road, then the woman will be..." After reading this, Chief Gongtao found that most of the words behind him were unknown, and he couldn't read any more. He turned his head and shouted behind him,

"Brother Duan Ling, what are you reading after this?"

Duan Ling was sitting on the stone platform at this time,

Holding a short charcoal pencil in his hand, with his face pressed against the sheepskin scroll, he copied the law code written by Ye Xi very carefully stroke by stroke.

Ye Xi only wrote one copy of the law code, and he wanted to copy as much as possible, so that every chief would have a copy of the law code in his hand, and he could practice calligraphy by the way.

However, the characters he wrote were much bigger and uglier than Ye Xi's. One parchment scroll couldn't hold the entire legal code, and it took three copies.

Hearing Chief Gongtao's plea for help, Duanling immediately put down the charcoal pencil and walked over, reading the sentence in full.

"Article 21, if you defecate, spit, or be naked on the road, women will be whipped twenty times, and men will be whipped forty."

Chief Gongtao and the four chiefs next to him read it several times after listening to it, and then compared it to the code one by one to recognize the characters.

Chief Niujiao gratefully said to Duanling: "Thank you, little brother Duanling!"

Duan Ling said sternly: "You're welcome, the witch entrusted me with the task of teaching you how to read, and I will teach you well, and ask me if you don't know how to read."

Having said that, there was a bit of helplessness on Duan Ling's immature face.

These chiefs were even more stupid than he thought. It took more than a month to learn the twenty-first rule.

When will they be able to learn it all and teach the people of their own tribe?

Not far away, Ye Xi was teaching the other five chiefs how to read. Sensing Duan Ling's helplessness and anxiety, he walked over slowly and comforted him in a gentle voice: "Don't worry, winter will be over for more than two months. Take your time."

"Don't worry too."

he said to the five chiefs in his charge.

"yes!!"

Everyone said in unison.

Ye Xi nodded with a smile, sat down comfortably on the large stone rocking chair he specially made, took a sip of hot water from the stone cup, and began to teach the chiefs to read and learn the legal code without the slightest impatience.

In fact, he thought it would be fun to teach them how to read.

Seeing these ferocious, savage, and bear-like chiefs learning how to read and write clumsily with their brows frowning, he didn't show his face, and he could be amused several times a day.

Chief Manggu was holding the small slate upright, with a chubby face, and carefully wrote strokes on the slate with a charcoal pen, which vaguely was the word "Pai".

The shrewdness and calculation in the usual eyes have all disappeared, leaving only full seriousness.

"Hey, this word doesn't seem right?"

After writing that word, Chief Manggu looked left and right and felt that the word seemed awkward, and a big pimple was frowned.

Just as he was about to take a closer look at the parchment scroll, he turned his head and saw that Chief Gongtao had rolled up the parchment scroll on the left. He wanted to learn the next code, so he couldn't help shouting anxiously.

"Don't scroll, don't scroll, let me see again!"

Chief Gongtao glared at him, and reluctantly unfolded the left side of the sheepskin scroll under Chief Manggu's bemused eyes.

Chief Manggu stared at the word "Pai" for a long time, as if he was going to burn a hole in the sheepskin roll, and then asked Chief Gongtao to roll it up again.

Looking back at his small slate, he reached out to erase the two horizontal lines on the right side of the typesetting, frowned and stared at it for a while, and found that the typesetting still didn't seem right.

But he didn't dare to let Chief Gongtao unroll the sheepskin roll again, and couldn't help scratching his ears and cheeks anxiously.

Chief Niujiao kindly helped him take a look: "You have written two more horizontal lines in this typesetting."

It turns out that Chief Manggu's word "Pai" has a horizontal line on the right side of the non-left side, like a multi-legged centipede, lying crookedly on the stone slab.

Chief Manggu scratched his scalp vigorously, his fat face wrinkled into a ball: "This word is so difficult to write!"

Although he is shrewd and likes to calculate people, his talent for learning characters is actually the worst among these people. Although he studies hard these days, he dreams of square characters dancing around him at night, but his progress is the slowest.

After a while, the blood-striped chief next to the candlestick raised his head and asked Ye Xi: "Master Xiwu, we learned the last one, can you teach us the next one?"

"Which article?"

"Uh... Let me see, it's Article 25."

Chief Bloodstripe's progress here is faster than Chief Gongtao's.

It can be regarded as the "scholar group".

Ye Xi didn't get up, he could recite the law code written by himself, so he still half-lyed comfortably on the rocking chair, reciting with his eyes half-closed.

"Article 25, stealing or robbing other people's fur, dried meat, slaves and other property, or adultery and robbing other people's partner, will be severely punished, ranging from 80 lashes to being expelled from Xicheng."

The reason for the eighty lashes is because the people here are all rough-skinned and thick-skinned, and they are very pain-tolerant, and those who have been whipped less have no memory at all.

Both theft and robbery are bad in nature, and in the long run, there will be conflicts and mutual hatred within Xicheng, which is not conducive to unity, so he established a heavy code.

"hiss!"

All the chiefs who heard it gasped.

It's not because of the 80 floggings, but because of the latter one - "If it is severe, you will be expelled from Xicheng".

If you are expelled from Xicheng, it is equivalent to being expelled from the tribe. How can a person survive in the wild in this dangerous land?

You must know that although the people of each tribe are honest and honest in front of Ye Xi, showing him the best side of loyalty, friendship, unity, etc., there are a lot of quarrels in private.

Tribal fighters are all barbaric and respect strength. Strong fighters often bully weak fighters or ordinary people in private. Grabbing food, snatching fur, and even thinking that other people's partners are better, they will directly grab them and use them as their own.

People in their own tribe will restrain themselves due to familiarity, but not with weak tribes. And they all felt that there was nothing wrong with it.

What I snatched with my own strength is mine, if you refuse to accept it, you can snatch it back!

But now Ye Xi said, this is wrong, and he can't do this again in the future.

That……

That is no way.

None of the chiefs showed any dissatisfaction or resistance. They just kept this code firmly in mind, and repeatedly warned their clansmen that they could not do this again after returning.

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