All the Hows lowered their heads and stared at the words on the bone fragments intently.

More and more people from the Howe family discovered the movement here and joined in the excitement. Even the howling beasts that resemble auspicious beasts changed their laziness and chewed on the grass to look over.

"What's wrong, why are they all around here?"

"What's going on, let me take a look at it."

"Text? What text? Tribal people's text?"

"Squeeze aside and let me come..."

Hearing Lu Er was afraid that so many people and war beasts would crowd Ye Xi, and drove them out loudly, "Don't surround yourself!"

There are many powerful clans, and the How people don't know Ting Lu Er and don't intend to sell his face. They still squeeze here. In the primitive age, there were not many things to have fun. You can see how you can miss it when you see the excitement. More and more people and howling beasts gather, and the situation is gradually uncontrollable.

Hearing that everyone didn't take his words seriously, Lu Er suddenly became angry. He suddenly pulled out the bone spear from behind and thrust it into the ground!

In the flying dust, the terrifying aura belonging to the ninth-level warrior was all released, and all the surroundings were silent. The atmosphere seemed to have entered the cold winter from the hot summer.

But soon, the crowd became commotion again.

Some people from the Howe family are dissatisfied with "Why are you a Tingshi person threatening us on our site?!"

"Yes, don't think you are a ninth-level fighter and we are afraid of you!"

"When our Howlings didn't have ninth-level fighters!"

Listening Lu Er clenched the bone spear tightly with his right hand, his face turned gloomy, and his eyes were fixed on the few heads of Howling. The Howls were not afraid at all. Instead, they squeezed the crowd a few steps forward, their muscles bulged, and the fighting spirit was fierce, as if they were going to fight with the green ears. They didn't care if they could beat the green ears. ear.

When the atmosphere was stalemate, Ye Xi gently squeezed his bone stick.

"Boom--!"

The bottom of the rod touched the thick dry land, making a sound that was neither light nor heavy.

The sound seemed to be knocking on everyone's heart, and everyone around them missed a beat. An inexplicable feeling of palpitations and fear climbed up from their backs, causing their limbs to freeze and their bodies to chill.

Several of the Stabbing Howls instantly seemed to have been splashed with ice water on their heads, and their fighting spirit disappeared without a trace.

Whether it is a tribe or a clan, the awe of the witch is always engraved in the heart.

Not to mention Yuan Wu.

Hearing this, Lu Er put away the bone spear. The clans help each other without offending each other, and if not necessary, he doesn't want to be prestigious in the Howe clan.

Ye Xi patted Lu Er's shoulder soothingly, and handed the inscribed bone fragment to the nearest howling.

"This is the tribal character... to be more precise, it is the Xicheng character. Those of you who squeeze behind can't see it clearly, so it's better to pass them around."

"The word Xicheng?"

The Howl was frightened just now, but Ye Xi handed him the bone fragments, and took the bone fragments flattered.

Ye Xi nodded and said gently, "Currently this kind of writing is only circulated in Xicheng."

Hearing Lu Er Hey, "That is to say, other tribes do not write this kind of characters?"

"Correct."

Listening to the green ears laughing, "That's good, I thought our clan had only evacuated for a few years, and the news was so backward!"

The bone fragments engraved with squares were passed in the hands of the Howers.

"What is Xicheng like?"

"How big is Xicheng?"

"Xicheng..."

Ye Xi answered the questions that came up from time to time when listening to the green ears. Amidst the exclamation of the How people gradually noisy, the bone fragments turned around and finally returned to Ye Xi's hands.

Jiao arrived, "Master Yuan Wu, can you return this piece of bone to me?"

This bone fragment was originally horny, and Ye Xi didn't have any use keeping it, so he handed the bone fragment to him simply.

Seeing that Ye Xi really handed the bone fragments with the words to him, Jiaojia brightened his face and bowed sincerely to thank Ye Xi.

"Thank you Yuanwu Master!"

He is a person who likes words very much, otherwise he wouldn't write things on bone fragments every day. Seeing beautiful words that are completely different from the words of their clan, it is a joy to see the hunt, and he can't wait to carve a few pieces.

The corner reached the stone house, and treasured the piece of bone away.

Listening to Lu Er also wanted a piece of bone with the word tribe. When he waited for the corner to come out, he thought about taking off the white armband strung with small skulls on his arm, and threw it to him. "This armband is Made with the head of the mouse, it’s cheaper for you. Go and find me the best piece of bone."

Jiao Ren recognized a good thing, took the armband and immediately turned around and walked into the stone house again. When he came out, he was holding a large piece of snow-white lustrous bone that was one meter long.

Listening to Lu Er handing the big bone piece and his own dagger to Ye Xi, he begged with a smile on his face, "Write me some Xicheng characters too!"

Ye Xi smiled and quickly found a place to sit down.

"What do you want to write?"

Listening to Green Ear scratching his scalp, thinking and thinking, his eyes lit up and said, "How about writing about you?"

"Just write about your coming to our clan, and the rain helped us fill the lake... It's better to include me too, yes! When we first met, we should also write about the things we saved you!"

Ye Xi nodded, "Okay."

He lowered his head and was holding the bone knife to carve, but when the tip of the knife was about to touch the bone fragment, he suddenly stopped.

It’s best to write a date in this diary form, but both tribes and clan days are very confused, only knowing the days of the big sacrifice, and the difference between the dry seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter, but there is not much difference at all. The concept of a few years and a few months, because they do not have a calendar.

Oh, the day of the big sacrifice is not calculated, but sensed. Even the most common witch disciple can sense this kind of world change a few days in advance, so it doesn't need to be calculated at all.

Another important function of the calendar is to predict climate change based on the date to determine the planting time and harvest time of crops. But Bu Wu can accurately predict the weather. For example, the spring ploughing time in Xicheng is made by Bu Wu Bu Yan, which is very convenient.

Because of these reasons, Ye Xi hadn't thought about coming up with a calendar for so long.

"what happened?"

Listening to the green-eared question~lightnovelpub.net~ Ye Xi came back to his senses and smiled, "Ah, if you want to remember things, you'd better know the date, but there is no calendar, so it's hard to write the date."

Listening to Green Ear, he was confused.

date? Calendar? What the hell? ?

Ye Xi stood up and said to the people around, "Please give me a place, everyone."

The How people stepped back obediently, forming a big circle around Ye Xi and Ting Lu Er.

Ye Xi used a bone stick instead of a pen to paint on the yellow earth.

Because he had eaten a lot of exotic flowers and plants, his memory was extremely good. I really want to remember that he could remember even a few mouthfuls of meat and a few mouthfuls of water one morning five years ago.

Ye Xi wrote while remembering.

The interval between the annual big sacrifices is 489 days, which can roughly determine about 459 days in a year, and the round of synodic months here is about forty days...