Traveling through ancient times: Savages are hungry for food

Chapter 273 Trouble

It seemed that Sang Tian had been traveling here for more than half a year.

We know that this world has not yet formed a written system.

She clearly had such a deep knowledge reserve, yet she couldn't impart it all. Sang Tian was struggling with whether or not to teach even the simple numbers, not to mention the profound and obscure knowledge.

In modern times, these figures have also been introduced into China and even the world from overseas countries, which is the inheritance and dissemination of culture.

What's more, Chinese characters have undergone about five thousand years of improvement and development before becoming the writing system used by modern Chinese people.

If Sang Tian were to teach them these already mature writing systems, how would they change, innovate, and develop from them? Would they simply rely on their past achievements?

In this ancient era, writing appeared out of thin air. How will future generations interpret and understand this layer of history?

In fact, Sang Tian was not inclined to teach them. She preferred to only suggest the idea of creating a fixed script for them, assisting them in creating the script, but never leading them.

Let them slowly explore, slowly improve, slowly pass on, slowly change... Eventually, a complete set of characters will be formed in the distant future.

The development and changes of writing are the accumulation of time, the choice of history, and even more so, the creation of man.

If Sang Tian taught them complete and mature Chinese characters now, it would be equivalent to breaking the laws of nature and the course of history.

There is nothing wrong with coming here to find food and expand the territory of Sirius.

The pots are made of clay, and the arrows are made of arrows.

If I find iron ore in the future, I can make cold weapons with my own hands.

Even if Sang Tian had the ambition to unify the ancient tribes, it would not be something he could accomplish in just a few decades. At the very least, it would take several generations...

It does not interfere with the laws of nature at all.

But if Sang Tian intervened with words, hot weapons, etc.

How can we explain this history?

These foods are not what should be there at this time.

This is neither meddling nor worrying about nothing.

Since Sang Tian had traveled here and had already rewritten a small part of history, she shouldn't be so selfish or arrogant. She should write this part thoroughly.

Improving the level of civilization is good, but protecting the safety of the tribe is more important.

But everything has a bottom line.

Crossing this line will only bring disaster...

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Since their nature had not yet developed to this point, Sang Tian was troubled for a while, but then stopped thinking about it.

It’s better to focus on your current tasks first.

Since Wu was still lying down to recuperate, there was no need for any sacrifices on this trip.

Everyone set up the cart and then moved all the stacked goods onto it.

Everyone set off in a mighty procession.

Hundreds of other tribesmen had already finished their breakfast and were heading to the road construction site.

This road was still within the range of Tianlang for most of the day, so these tribesmen went ahead to build the road for the team behind them.

As for longer distances, the team would have to stop and go and build the road on their own.

The tribesmen were excited to set off. The path ahead had already been cleared by those who had gone before them. The road was about 2.5 meters wide. While not particularly wide, it was enough for a smooth journey.

nice!

It feels so good to be carried by the beast on this trip without having to carry a heavy bag and just jump on my own two legs.

It is also very interesting to sit on the carriage and watch the changes in the surrounding scenery.

The tribesmen were really excited and thrilled.

Sang Tian sat steadily on the side of the cart, one arm resting on the cargo, lying slightly with his face up, a piece of straw in his mouth, looking very comfortable.

It was a calm day, and the warm spring sun warmed Sang Tian's skin. He glanced at the treetops, the sky, the drifting clouds. Suddenly, sleepiness set in.

Sang Tian was half lying on the cart, sleeping with his eyes closed.

Cang rode on a tall horse and looked back from time to time to see if the little man on the cart was sitting firmly and didn't fall off while sleeping.

The journey, which had taken most of the day, was now only two hours long, and the carriage stopped beside the flat ground where the corn had been found.

I remember that a large nest of fang beasts was discovered here.

At this time, the land was green.

Sang Tian woke up slowly and noticed with his sharp eyes that there were corn seedlings among the green.

The tribe's corn seeds have also been planted, near the pumpkin patch, and now they have sprouted and are growing well.

to the place.

At this time, the tribesmen who were building the road also returned. They would bring the wood they had processed back to the tribe as firewood.

Everyone had to stop and repair the road.

They brought enough tools when they came. The males used hard-toothed leaves to saw trees, while the females were less strong, so they dealt with small trees, shrubs, grass and the like.

Sang Tian soon joined in.

I usually work for an hour before returning to ride. At the end of the road, I stop and continue working on it for another hour.

To be honest, it's quite tiring and troublesome.

But it has to be done.