As time went by, the sun gradually sank into the sea. Perhaps it was because of the coldness of the sea breeze, but Jiang Chen frowned and sat up with his arms propped up.
"Jiang Xue, how long have I been sleeping?"
"About five hours."
"Alright, tell those brats to stop fooling around. The night in the coastal area is much colder than inland. We have to set up camp early today.”
"Oh right, give the children a few more furs and make the fire burn brighter.”
"Take out the food we have stored. Today is a good day. There's no need to save anymore.”
"Yes, my lord." As she spoke, Jiang Xue had already walked to the beach.
People of all sizes sat around a bonfire. Women were smiling as they cooked the ingredients in their hands. Men were building simple versions of animal skin tents at the side. Children were dancing around the bonfire. The dancing flames condensed into sparks in the sky and drifted around.
After everyone had a sumptuous dinner, Jiang Xue, who was sitting next to Jiang Chen, said solemnly,"
"Alright, it's time for prayers.”
Everyone, including the children, consciously closed their eyes, put their palms together, and lowered their heads. Their prayers echoed in the roaring waves.
"Thank you, my Lord, for giving us flames.”
"Thank you, my Lord, for giving us flames.”×N
"Thank you, Lord, for bestowing us with knowledge.”
"Thank you, Lord, for bestowing us with knowledge.”×N
"Finally, thank you, my Lord, for guiding us to find our new home.”
"Thank you, my Lord, for guiding us to find our new home.”×N
Although it wasn't the first time he had heard it, Jiang Chen still felt a little awkward at this moment.
The 'Lord' that Jiang Xue and the others mentioned was actually not God or anything, but himself.
As early as the third year of the great migration, the tribe had started to believe in the first religion under Jiang Chen's guidance.
After all, people would inevitably feel confused and afraid when they walked on a road with unknown goals, unknown distances, and unknown difficulties and dangers ahead. If they allowed this confusion and fear to spread endlessly, it was not impossible for them to suffer from depression.
When Jiang Chen had faced the tribe with low morale, the only way he could think of was to establish faith in the people.
With faith, even if it was false faith, people would be able to ignite hope in adversity.
However, the development of the matter seemed to be out of Jiang Chen's expectation. He had initially intended to believe in the sun, but it didn't have much effect after he had spread it.
Then Jiang Xue changed the target of her faith to Jiang Chen himself. Most importantly, the people who were absolutely loyal to Jiang Chen accepted this setting immediately. They all became fanatics in a very short time, as if they had found their home. They couldn't change their faith.
It was understandable that such a situation had occurred. What Jiang Chen had done was reasonable to him, but to others, it was like a miracle.
It wasn't difficult to choose between an illusory god who didn't bring them any benefits and a real ruler who worked hard for them all the time.
Therefore, Jiang Chen had been deified endlessly. Although he felt extremely ashamed every time he prayed, he had to accept it when he saw that the people were getting better and better.
On the beach at night, a woman who was full of knowledge looked at Jiang Chen, who was sitting at the head of the table, and the people who were eating and drinking below. She smiled and took out a wooden board she carried with her and wrote on a black stick made of charcoal,"
In the tenth year of the migration era, the great ruler, who was one with God, led us to the legendary dreamland with unlimited salt and water. I don't know why the great ruler was so obsessed with this lake called the sea, but I have a feeling that this is the rise of greatness and the beginning of the legend. We will wander under the feet of the ruler for the ages to praise…
After she finished writing, the woman carefully applied a special plant paste evenly on the wooden board to prevent the words from flowing away. Then, she carefully put it into the animal skin bag she carried with her. Under the light of the fire, she saw that there were many similar wooden boards in the bag.
The woman's name was Yu Ying. She was the most meticulous and meticulous person among all the subjects, so Jiang Chen appointed her as the historian of the tribe. She didn't need to hunt, cook, or sew furs. Her only task was to observe the development of the tribe. She used the wooden board and charcoal pen in her bag to record everything she saw.
The development of civilization was inseparable from the foundation of culture, and the source of culture was history. History seemed useless, but it imperceptibly gave a nation unique characteristics.
If a person's temperament came from experience, then the soul of a nation came from history.
To give a simple example, the reason why the Chinese people could leap from a poor and backward country to a great country in just a few decades was partly because of the reform and opening up system that was beneficial to the country's development. However, if the Chinese people were satisfied with the status quo and did not want to improve, no matter how good the system was, it would be in vain.
Jiang Chen believed that it was because the Chinese people were hot-blooded, unyielding, and unwilling to fall behind others. The descendants of the Yellow Emperor had grown up watching their ancestors 'stories of enduring hardships and tasting courage, and the eight-year war of resistance against Japan. In other words, they had grown up under the influence of 5000 years of history. How could such people be mediocre?
Jiang Chen also wanted to cultivate such a race, but culture required a deep foundation, and it would take a long time to accumulate. It took ten years for a tree to grow, and a hundred years for a person to grow. It would be better if there were historians as soon as possible. He even planned to fill in a few more historians after the tribe had completely stabilized. A person's perspective on things was always limited. Only when different perspectives were integrated could a complete history be created.
Moreover, Jiang Chen could constantly summarize his own shortcomings from the historian's records and adjust his management mode.
The only thing that troubled him was that Yu Ying, the historian, wasn't very objective. Five hundred of the 1,000-word history books were all praises for him. Jiang Chen couldn't help but blush when he thought that people in the future would read such history books.
Was it really good to twist the truth like this…
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