Chapter 158: The priest is a singer?
I taught Lang Yi how to recognize herbs, but I didn’t teach the priest.
The priest looked at the pile of herbs that Chu Ange brought, many of which were unfamiliar to him, and his eyes were blank.
"What is this?" The priest picked up an unfamiliar herb and asked Chu Ange.
Chu Ange sat back in the recliner: "Andrographis paniculata."
"What's the use?" the priest asked again.
"It has the effects of anti-inflammatory, analgesic, clearing away heat and detoxifying." Chu Ange said.
In the animal world, it is an extremely precious herb.
The priest's eyes lit up and he said eagerly, "This is too precious. I must remember it."
In the animal world where there is no medical technology, fever is an extremely life-threatening disease.
Just when Chu Ange was wondering what he was going to take note of, the priest began to repeat himself over and over again.
What he meant by remembering it was to repeat it over and over again to deepen his memory...
After a while, he even started singing…
"Hey~ Andrographis paniculata, Andrographis paniculata~ Hey~
Anti-inflammatory and analgesic~Alili~
Snake bites~bug stings~alili, Andrographis paniculata is here to help you, ali ali ali
Don’t be afraid of fever, Andrographis paniculata is great. ”
Chu Ange was shocked. He learned herbal medicine and even learned how to compose lyrics without any instruction!
This unique method of memorization is difficult for ordinary people to learn.
Chu Ange listened to the tone-deaf priest singing, getting more and more excited. If his old bones were not too old, he might even dance.
I suffered a loss because of the lack of writing!
As she was thinking this, the priest finally finished singing, with a look of relief on his face, as if ten years of constipation had finally been relieved.
"When the Dragon God tells you other herbs in the future, you should teach me too." said the priest. He took it for granted that these were all taught to Ange by the Dragon God.
"How about I teach you how to read first?" Chu Ange said.
She knows several kinds of medicinal herbs. If I teach her one of them, I will compose a folk song for her on the spot?
The priest has the spirit of sharing good things. Once he has learned something, he will definitely teach it to the people in the tribe. Will the whole tribe sing folk songs along with him?
"Mosquito? I know this one." said the priest.
"Text! It's a form of expression that can be written down for easy recording." Chu Ange said.
He picked up a branch and wrote the three words "Andrographis paniculata" on the ground.
The priest looked left and right, picked up a branch, and drew a grass next to the three words "Andrographis paniculata".
"I think it's easier to recognize this way. What you wrote doesn't look like a herb at all," said the priest.
Chu Ange: “…Great.” Unable to refute.
She thought of teaching the priest and Lang Yi to write some simple words first, to inspire them to understand the significant meaning of the words.
Even if they cannot learn modern characters, at least we can let them try to understand and invent hieroglyphics.
Only with writing can some knowledge and culture be passed on.
Of course, it doesn’t matter if she can’t pass it on… In this beastly world, she may never use electric lights in her lifetime, so what’s the point of talking about passing on the text…
The priest was not interested, but Lang Yi was indeed very interested.
"Sister, please teach me. I want to learn."
Lang Yi wanted to learn, so she taught him: "Let me teach you how to write numbers first."
At present, words have little significance in the world, but numbers are very necessary to master.
How much seeds were used, how much land was planted, how many cows were raised, and how much grass was needed, all of these need to be recorded in numbers.
While Chu Ange was teaching Lang Yi how to write numbers, the people of the Little Rabbit Tribe filled their stomachs with stewed potatoes and meat, and drank nourishing medicine. They were now in much better condition.
The priest was very satisfied with this phenomenon.
After having their fill, they wanted to help with something, hoping to perform well and be kept by the White Wolf Tribe to help with the work.
The priest thought differently from them. He believed that whoever ate my food became my person, and he was now assigning them tasks.
Chu Ange felt that the priest was just old. If he had not spent time learning how to be a qualified priest when he was young, he would definitely have been a domineering male orc who forced love on women.
"You guys go with them and learn how to make pots and plates with mud. Make sure they are very smooth. Whoever does it well can eat more meat."
"And the rest of you, go over there and help cut the grass..."
The priest had those who were strong taken to the tribe to dig caves.
There were a few who were a bit old, so the priest thought for a moment and said, "You can go chop wood, and then help with the farming when the time comes."
Those who were assigned jobs were very happy. Does this mean that they all have the opportunity to join the White Wolf Tribe?
What they didn't know was that in the eyes of the priest, they were already his "slaves".
The injured people were not assigned any work. Did the priests despise them?
Will they be driven out?
They were very anxious and struggled to come over and said, "Priest, you haven't assigned me a job yet."
"Yeah, and us."
The priest looked at this group of people and liked them even more. What hardworking people they were!
"Don't arrange other work for you now. Wait until you have recovered before going to work." The priest said that only when you have recovered can you do heavy work.
Don't be anxious, there is plenty of work waiting for you.
"Thank you! Thank you! Priest, you are such a great man."
"When I get better, I will try to do more work."
The smile on the priest's face grew even brighter.
What a nice person!
Unlike the people in the tribe, who complained to him all day long that they had too much work to do and no time to have babies.
He clearly left them time at night, wasn't that enough for him?
He hopes that by next year, there will be a hundred cubs born in the tribe.
If there weren't a hundred of them, he would beat someone up.
What a bunch of useless things. I fed them all those fertility herbs in vain.
There was another thing that made the priest very happy... many females came from the rabbit tribe.
Perhaps, he should increase the one hundred to one hundred and fifty?
…
The fire in the fire pit was very big, making the surroundings warm.
This place was created by cutting down a forest in the jungle. Because of the lush vegetation, the wind is actually very cool.
The warm stove and the slight cool breeze are perfect for a nap.
Chu Ange was lying in the shade under a tree, enjoying the breeze, and felt a little sleepy.
There are priests and Lang Yi guarding here, so there are enough manpower. She might as well take a nap first.
When she was sleeping, Long Chen was guarding her.
When the people from the Dragon God Temple saw this, they looked down on Long Chen from the bottom of their hearts.
Relying on the fact that he is the envoy's husband and doing nothing, he is really too lazy!
Xiong Heng felt that he should be reminded, so he walked towards Long Chen.
"It's not right for you to do nothing all day."
Long Chen raised his eyelids: "Any opinions?"
"You are the envoy's husband, you should do more and not embarrass the envoy." Xiong Heng said.
Long Chen: "I am being low-key. If I want to be high-profile, you will have to kneel down for me."
Xiong Heng looked at him speechlessly. How could the envoy fall in love with such a person?
Laziness is described in such a refreshing and refined way.
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