"Xiao Qiu, you don't need to do anything, especially such boring things."

"But it's boring for me to stay at home all day and do nothing."

Lin Qiu felt really suffocated staying in the nest all winter. She had to wear thick clothes every day, walk around in the yard to get some fresh air, and then go home shivering.

Otherwise she would really go crazy. In the dim room, she felt depressed even with candles. Moreover, she had been eating meat for nearly a month, so she might have a sore throat.

"How about this, Xiaoqiu? I'm very interested in the writing and knowledge you're talking about. Could you... prepare some simple, practical knowledge and teach it to me and Songmu? Once the winter is over, we can teach the rest of the tribe. If everyone has the ability to record and read records, our lives will be much more convenient."

"This is an important matter!"

Lin Qiu felt a little regretful. He had only learned papermaking when he was in school. He knew that it was made of wood, but he didn't understand it in detail.

Now if she wanted to write down her records, she could only do so on animal skins.

But Lin Qiu knew that he couldn't become a big fat man in one bite. Bamboo slips and cloth were used for a long time in human history.

Oh, right, bamboo slips!

Cloth and animal skins have other uses and cannot be used for writing in large quantities, but bamboo slips can.

There is a large bamboo forest on the mountain behind the Tiger Tribe, and Lin Qiu knows that when making bamboo slips, the bamboo must be killed first to remove moisture and prevent insects. There should be no problem using bamboo slips to record.

Ling Yun and Song Mu looked at Lin Qiu's eyes, which were sometimes distressed and sometimes bright, and they knew that she had some new idea.

"Okay, then I'll teach you during the winter. When you have time, go to the back mountain and cut some bamboo. We can make some bamboo slips for writing."

Ling Yun asked, "Can't we just use sand? It would be very convenient to erase it after writing."

"It's convenient for practice because it can be erased after writing. But if we use it for recording, do we have to set up hundreds of sand tables at home?"

Lin Qiu said.

"I'm going to the back mountain to cut bamboo."

Song Mu left with the bone knife and glanced at Ling Yun before leaving.

That look seemed to be saying: You actually questioned Xiaoqiu, you bad male.

Ling Yun was almost thrown backwards.

"Xiao Qiu, I'll help you weave. You sit next to me and see if I'm weaving correctly."

After Song Mu left, Ling Yun was too lazy to argue with her and sat in front of the loom.

No matter what, work is important.

"Okay, I'll watch you weave."

While looking at Ling Yun, Lin Qiu was thinking about what she had learned when she was in the first grade.

She felt that if she could teach everyone all the knowledge learned in six years of primary school, that would be enough.

As long as you know the commonly used words and learn the rules of addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, these skills are enough for everyone to move around freely in the Somali continent.

The loom made a muffled "clang" sound, and the atmosphere between Lin Qiu and Ling Yun was very quiet.

"Lin Qiu! Xiao Qiu, I'm Ji Nan! Can you meet me?"

Ji Nan's voice suddenly sounded outside. When Lin Qiu heard his voice, his body trembled.

The dark memories of the Rabbit Tribe seemed to become reality again, and Lin Qiu felt as if his nightmare had come true.

Ling Yun clenched his fists, suppressed his anger, and said softly to Lin Qiu: "It's okay, I won't let him in. Don't be afraid, Xiaoqiu."

Lin Qiu hugged Ling Yun, holding her hands tightly around his waist.

"Xiao Qiu, I know you're here! Please let me in. I'm here to apologize to you."

Ji Nan's voice sounded outside again.

"I don't want it."

Lin Qiu's voice trembled slightly. Ling Yun lowered his head and kissed her forehead: "I'll take you to the room. Don't be afraid. I'll deal with him."

Lin Qiu's look made Ling Yun regret what he had just questioned Lin Qiu.

The anger in Ling Yun's heart has been suppressed to the extreme.

He has clearly warned Ji Nan today to keep a low profile.

I don’t know where Ji Nan got the courage to come to my house.

He carried Lin Qiu into the room, and his face turned cold when he left.