I was a village head in a primitive society
32 Enlightened by education?

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An Enlightening Artist?()

In the tent, Su Bai was writing in his diary. It was a habit he had developed after writing novels on Earth. He would record down every inspiration he had.

Now that he was a shaman, he had to manage 72 people. He was the village chief of a tribe, so he had to be responsible for even more things. If he did not write in his diary, it was inevitable that he would forget many things. It could be considered as reviewing the old and learning new things.

Su Bai didn't write any secrets in his diary, such as being a transmigrator, possessing a system, the things that the system opened... and so on.

He would not write down these secrets that could expose his identity in his diary. Instead, he would keep them to himself and would not tell anyone until he died.

"Cultural education should be put on the agenda. Then, how can we make it easier for the people of the tribe to remember Chinese characters?”Su Bai was writing in his diary and stopped the charcoal in his hand in frustration.

He lowered his head to look at the words on the animal skin. It was a little blurry to write with charcoal, and the animal skin was not very useful.

"Looks like we need to get the paper out as well. We also need to find a substitute for the ink.”Su Bai flicked the ashes on his fingers.

The diary he wrote down was to be his family heirloom. The experiences and thoughts in the diary were to be passed on to future generations.

For example, it was recorded in the later generations that Su Bai was a ideologist in primitive society, a teacher, and the founder of the Su family language.

Another example was that many readers revered him as Sage Su, the most holy, the most holy teacher…

After all, the primitive society had just been enlightened. Su Bai felt it was very interesting to leave an important mark in history. It could be considered a bad taste.

"My imagination is a little far away." Su Bai suddenly laughed. It could be considered as a kind of happiness amidst hardship. Primitive society was really boring.

"..." Yu Ying was sitting by the fire, sewing animal skin. From time to time, she looked up and stole a glance at Su Bai.

When she saw the shaman stop, she felt a little distressed. Then, she suddenly smiled and thought, Wu Zhen must have worked hard. He must have just solved a difficult problem for the tribe, which was why he was smiling so happily.

"Wu, can I come in?"

Suddenly, a shout came from outside the tent, scaring the fox-eared lady. She quickly stood up and looked at the shaman.

"Let them in." Su Bai nodded. With an assistant, he didn't have to shout.

"Yes." Yu Ying walked to the curtain and lifted it to see Yan Jiao, Yan Hua, and Mai Mang.

"Eh? Yuying, why are you here?" Flame Horn asked in surprise.

"The shaman said you can come in." Yu Ying said softly.

"Uncle Flame Horn, I'm here to serve the shaman.”

"What?" Flame Horn shouted in shock.

He turned to look at his daughter behind him. His red eyes emitted a sharp and 'kind' gaze, as if to say," What's wrong with you? She actually let someone else take the position of the witch?

It was over! Two words flashed across Yan Hua's mind. Seeing her father's appearance, she was definitely going to be reprimanded.

"Tribal Chief, don't let the shaman wait too long.”Mai Mang said.

"Humph!" Flame Horn's nostrils let out a dissatisfied sound. He turned around and forced a smile at the fox-eared lady before stepping into the tent.

How could he not be angry? He had thought that if his daughter could become a witch, she would not have the chance to become a totem warrior, nor would she need to hunt. This would put his worries at ease.

But now? Yuying actually became the witch.

If Flame Horn knew that his daughter was the one who recommended the witch to the shaman, he would be furious.

They entered the tent.

"..." Flame Horn saw the pile of hay in the tent and instantly understood what it was for.

He was secretly annoyed,'Who taught Yuying to stay in the shaman's tent? Could it be that Cang Shi had taught him in advance? When Cang Shi returned, he would find an excuse to beat him up to vent his anger.

Flame Horn had never suspected that Yuying had requested to come over herself. The entire tribe knew that the fox-eared lady was a coward and would never do something so bold.

" Cough cough…" Mai Mang coughed guiltily. Seeing the Tribal Chief's expression, as someone who grew up with him, he naturally knew what kind of person Flame Horn was. He was definitely thinking of beating up the person who had incited Yuying to sleep in the shaman's tent.

And that person was him, Maimang.

To thank the shaman, he had encouraged Yuying to stay in the main tent, so that it would be easier for him to take care of the shaman.

"Wu, thank you for saving me.”Mai Mang bowed gratefully.

"Are you alright now?" Su Bai asked gently.

"I'm fine. I'll be completely fine in two more days.”Mai Mang quickly said.

"That's good." Su Bai nodded and looked at Flame Horn and Bull Horn Girl.

"Chief, did something happen?" he asked curiously.”

" Phew…" Flame Horn let out a long breath and restrained his emotions."Shaman, the tribe doesn't have enough containers to boil water. Do you have any ideas?”

"Let's use a wooden bucket for now." Su Bai had already thought about this.

"What? Wooden bucket?" Everyone present was dumbfounded.

"But, but a wooden bucket can't boil water over a fire.”Flame Horn had a bitter expression on his face as if he was saying,'Wu, stop joking.'

"It's not about putting the wooden barrel on the fire.”Su Bai patted his forehead and blamed himself for not explaining clearly.

He explained softly," Heat the stone in the fire and put it into a wooden bucket filled with water. You can boil the water.”

"This works too?" Flame Flower was extremely surprised.

"Can it kill the little bug?" Mai Mang said in a low voice.

"Of course you can." Su Bai said with certainty.

This method could not be used for a long time. It could only be used temporarily as a substitute for boiling water. When he had time, he would try to burn pottery. That way, he could promote eating methods such as stewing meat and soup instead of monotonous barbecue.

"That's great. I'll tell everyone immediately.”Flame Horn hurriedly said.

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