There is no order without rules. If they can start a quarrel here today because of Wu Lan, they will definitely fight over other things in the future.

Rather than waiting until the day when we become enemies, it is better to nip this possibility in the bud.

Mu Feng looked at her seriously: "Axue, do whatever you want to do. I won't stop you. But I remember you said this before, but there was no follow-up."

Jiang Xue nodded. "Yes, I've said this before, but because I didn't have paper and pen, I was too lazy to write it down, so the matter just fell through. But now, no matter how hard or tiring it is, I have to come up with the rules first."

"Then how are you going to record it? Like Asombe, with a knotted rope?"

Things like knotting ropes to record events would never appear in Jiang Xue's dictionary.

Jiang Xue had originally planned to discuss the rules with them after the paper was finished, but now, with more and more people in the tribe, it was difficult to manage them. These rules and regulations had to be put on the agenda.

As for the lack of paper, there is actually a solution.

Ancient Europeans used "sheepskin" to write, the most famous of which was parchment.

In ancient China, there was also a special medium for writing books called "tortoise shell".

So what happens if there is no paper?

How does the saying go, if the butcher dies, we can’t eat hairy pigs?

If there is no paper, you can’t make the rules yourself?

What the tribe has the most is the furs of various animals, and they also know how to nitrate the furs. Otherwise, the skin will become hard within two days after being peeled off the animal. How can they still make it into clothes and wear it?

The ink is just a little bit difficult.

Fortunately, she has the magical artifact "Heavenly Creations".

The sixteenth chapter of the second part of "The Exploitation of the Works of Nature" talks about how to make ink:

All inks are made from the condensed smoke of burning. Tung oil, kerosene, and lard smoke account for one-tenth, while pine soot accounts for nine-tenths...

When burning oil to obtain smoke, for every pound of oil, you will get more than one ounce of smoke...

When burning pine smoke, cut the pine into size and use the bamboo strips to make a round house, like a awning on a boat, and connect them for more than ten feet...

When making ink from pine soot, soak it in water for a long time to determine its essence by its floating or sinking...

Here is a detailed introduction on how to make ink.

Generally speaking, ink is made from a combination of smoke and glue. About one-tenth of ink is made from smoke from burning tung oil, kerosene, or lard, while about nine-tenths is made from pine soot.

Jiang Xue didn't know where to get tung oil, but if lard wasn't available, she could just take a pig out of the pen and kill it. But most people used pine soot to make ink.

But Jiang Xue didn't want to go through so much trouble.

She couldn't make ink now, mainly because she didn't have the recipe, but she could use carbonized willow branches to write.

This kind of pen also has a professional name, called charcoal stick.

It’s just that the charcoal stick’s expressiveness is relatively poor. If you write on leather, it will definitely fall off if you slap it.

Instead of this...

Jiang Xue gritted her teeth and decided to just write something in the system to exchange for some paper and pen. She would hold a meeting in the evening and record all these things first.

"No, I have my own way." Jiang Xue looked at him seriously: "Go and inform them, we will have a meeting in the evening."

Meeting?

Mu Feng watched Jiang Xue walk further and further away, but he didn't catch up. He just said something loudly to everyone at the edge of the field.

Everyone expressed their understanding, and at night, everyone came to the open space of the townhouse and looked at Jiang Xue holding two strange objects in her hands.

Xiaohua took a closer look and exclaimed, "I recognize what Snow Witch is holding. It's a book!"

She remembered the books in Jiang Xue's hands, such as "The Exploitation of the Works of Nature", "Shennong's Herbal Classic", and "Qimin Yaoshu". Although she could not read, before Jiang Xue moved to the bamboo house, she often saw Jiang Xue holding the books in her hands and reading them while sitting on the bed. However, she did not recognize the black stick in her hand.

"Okay, is everyone here?" Mu Feng said, "Yesterday, under the guidance of the Snow Witch, we ate rice. Let me ask everyone, is the rice delicious?"

The mention of rice successfully aroused everyone's enthusiasm, and they all echoed: "Delicious!"

"It's just too little. I'm not full."

As soon as this sound came out, everyone laughed.

Mu Feng was also amused. He said, "Don't say you weren't full. Actually, I wasn't full either. But yesterday, the Snow Witch only pounded a little rice and made a whole pot of rice. She didn't even eat a few bites herself and gave it all to everyone. But -"

Mu Feng changed the subject at this point, "But the Snow Witch said that as long as we pound enough rice today, we'll have enough tomorrow!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone cheered.

Then Xiaoxi shouted, "Snow witch! It's a snow witch!"

When he shouted, everyone followed suit and shouted Jiang Xue.

Jiang Xue just looked at them with a smile and said nothing.

Now it was still Mu Feng's home court, and she couldn't stop him from speaking while he was still talking.

However, she admired Mu Feng's ability to control the situation.

This guy usually looks like a hands-off boss who can do everything by himself, but now it seems that he is quite capable.

These two simple sentences aroused everyone's enthusiasm.

"It's just that something happened today that made the Snow Witch very unhappy, and I was also very unhappy when I heard it."

Mu Fengcai signaled everyone to be quiet before speaking slowly. His tone was indifferent and there seemed to be no change in his emotions.

But Jiang Xue knew that the people of the Bamboo Tribe would be slaughtered next.

"I want to ask everyone, when you went to open up the wasteland today, was it the Snow Witch who forced you to go, or did you take the initiative to go?"

Xiaopang shouted, "We decided to go there on our own. It's all because yesterday's rice was so delicious!"

Everyone burst into laughter again, and Mu Feng also laughed, "Yes, everyone did ask to go. But you probably don't know that the Snow Witch's plan today is to attack the Blue Bird Tribe."

"The people of the Bluebird Tribe are truly despicable. Including yesterday, this is the third time they've come to pick a fight with us. I just want to ask you, are you happy with this?"

"Not happy!"

"Chief, when will we fight back?"

"Like I said, we originally agreed to fight back today. However, everyone was very motivated today and took the initiative to open up new land, so this matter will have to be put on hold for now. But because of the new land today, Xue Wu and I heard some bad things."

His cold eyes swept towards the fat elder of the Bamboo Tribe, and he said pointedly, "Some people actually say that the Snow Witch never works in the fields. Why can she just stand by and watch while he is asked to do the hard and tiring work? Let me ask you, those who say this, do you know who is the biggest contributor to our tribe's success today?"

Xiangcao and Lingya looked at each other and glanced at him proudly.

The fat elder's eyes narrowed and he was so angry that he almost went berserk on the spot.