She couldn't help but feel nervous, as if she had suffered a great injustice. Her pair of clear eyes flickered and were cast on Mu Feng.
She opened her mouth and called out pitifully, "Brother Mufeng, look at them—"
Before he could finish his words, Mu Feng's cold voice came over: "What Xiaopang said is absolutely right. If you don't accept my toast, you will be punished. If you don't do as Ah Xue says, then I guarantee that your fate will be even worse."
A Cai bit her lip and looked at the man in front of her in disbelief.
She could never have imagined that after not seeing him for several years, he would actually fall in love with another woman.
"Don't waste time, tie them up with bags. If anyone doesn't run away," Jiang Xue looked at Xiao Pang, who had given her a brilliant idea. "Stir-fried meat with bamboo sticks, fifty strokes."
Ah Cai's body went limp and she fell to the ground.
The other women began to accuse Ah Cai: "Ah Cai, didn't you say that Chief Mufeng liked you? No matter what you did wrong, Chief Mufeng would protect you. Now look what happened, you made us suffer the punishment along with you!"
Another said, "Bah, you're nothing and yet you dare to brag!"
"Chief, Snow Witch, we were deceived by Ah Cai. Please forgive us. We will never dare to do it again."
"Yes, we really don't dare to do it anymore." The other four people pleaded for themselves, "We were really deceived by Ah Cai. We don't have any deep hatred against Mu Xin. Ah Cai said that Mu Xin just contradicted her and didn't give her face, so we helped Ah Cai deal with Mu Xin."
"It's really none of our business!"
“…”
They were arguing back and forth, all trying to distance themselves from this matter, but Jiang Xue wasn't buying it. "This matter started with Ah Cai. She's the principal offender, and you're accomplices. Instead of begging us to let you go, why not finish your run early while you still have enough energy so you can rest earlier?"
Seeing that Jiang Xue was unmoved, everyone had a hide bag tied to each of her legs before they could react.
Akagi snorted coldly: "Why, do you want me to give each of you another meal of bamboo stick fried meat before you're willing to run away?"
He had a face full of flesh and usually had a certain prestige in the tribe. When the four women of the Eagle Tribe saw him, they looked at each other, came out of the cave, and started running away in grievance.
Ah Cai hesitated and tried to delay, but the bamboo stick in Akagi's hand hit her back mercilessly, and she cried out in pain. She turned her head and saw the bamboo stick raised in Akagi's hand, which seemed to be about to fall if she didn't run away...
She gritted her teeth and ran out quickly.
Jiang Xue waved, and Xiaobai quickly ran over. "Xiaobai, I've got a task for you today. Supervise them to complete fifty laps. If anyone misses a lap, I'll hold you accountable."
The white wolf howled at her, then followed Acai happily and ran over seriously.
When the four girls first started running, they thought no one was supervising them. Just when they were about to slack off, they suddenly saw the white wolf running behind them.
They were startled and ran for their lives.
Jiang Xue carefully checked Mu Xin's wounds and was relieved to confirm that they were just superficial injuries. "Mu Xin, next time you encounter something like this, just shout for help. I won't tolerate anyone who comes."
Mu Xin hummed softly, but said nothing more.
Jiang Xue sighed, "Your injuries will only take a day or two to heal. Get a good night's sleep today. If you still feel uncomfortable tomorrow, I'll use my rejuvenation technique to heal you."
If she needs my rejuvenation skills for such a minor injury, then I really won't be able to handle it.
Mu Xin didn't say anything and went into bed early to rest.
Jiang Xue sat down by the fire and shook her head helplessly.
Asongbo picked up a rope with several knots and tied a knot.
Jiang Xue felt strange and asked, "A Songbo, what do you mean by tying this knot?"
Asombo said cheerfully, “Every knot in this rope has a story.”
Jiang Xue felt even more puzzled: "Every knot has a story?"
She looked at the rope and saw that it had at least a dozen knots. "Mr. Asongbo, can you tell me what these knots mean?"
Asongbo pointed to the first knot and said, "This knot tells the story of when we started building the thorn wall and you led everyone to work together."
"This knot is from when you taught us to weave baskets. This one is from when weaving a basket... This one is from when we made a shovel. This one is from when our tribe got sheep... That one is from when we ate bamboo rats for the first time..."
The more Jiang Xue listened, the more frightened she became.
A short piece of rope could actually be used by Asongbo to such an extent!
"I just tied this last knot. You punished Acai for Muxin."
Jiang Xue reached out and took the rope in her hand: "But Uncle Song, if someone asks in the future what each knot on this rope means, can you still answer it accurately like you did today?"
"I'm old now, and I might not remember it any more." Asongbo was open-minded. "So, now while I still remember it, I will tell these stories to my children so that they will never forget it."
After hearing this, Jiang Xue was lost in thought, stroking every knot on the rope.
She had learned in history textbooks that ancient people did have records of knotting ropes to record events, but she never imagined that this incident would actually happen right under her nose.
An ancient book says: "If the matter is big, use a big knot on the rope; if the matter is small, use a small knot on the rope. The amount of knots depends on the number of things."
Knotting cords was one of their methods of recording and disseminating facts, freeing them from the constraints of time and space. It occurred in the long era after the emergence of language and before the advent of writing.
Jiang Xue suddenly realized one thing: she must spread her words here.
Her attention also turned to children aged six to twelve.
Starting education at the age of six is just like in later generations, when children start kindergarten at the age of six or seven or even four or five. They only need to be taught simple knowledge.
Thinking of this, Jiang Xue couldn't sit still anymore.
This is a big deal. Isn't there a famous saying that goes, "No matter how poor you are, you must not be poor in education; no matter how hard it is, you must not make your children suffer"?
It's winter now, and everyone doesn't have much to do. If we can make use of these fragmented times, then the Snake Tribe will be closer to the development of civilization!
Jiang Xue was very excited and quickly returned the rope in her hand to Asongbo. She began to consider the possibility of this matter.
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