Chapter 467
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Seeing Chang Ning write the word "sun", Mu Feng thought for a while and asked, "What about the moon?"
Sure enough, Chang Ning drew a half crescent—although it was very rough, but Mu Feng could tell from the curvature of the lines that it was a moon that was not round.
"It seems that their big witch Zhu pays attention to details!" Mu Feng thought to himself, and then tried to ask, "What about the 'mountain'?"
Now Chang Ning became more serious, put all the remaining tomatoes into his mouth in one gulp, stretched his mouth so high that his eyes were squeezed and narrowed.
She still dipped her hands in ink and drew two lines on the paper. The two lines lined up to form a gentle triangle without a bottom, like two gentle slopes of a mountain.
Then she drew a vertical line at the peak, and then drew four vertical lines on the left and right "slopes".
After finishing, she counted carefully again: "One, two, three... nine!"
After confirming that it was nine vertical strokes, she raised her head in satisfaction, her pretty face slightly raised, her forehead was smooth, and her eyes were full of pride: "How about it, my handwriting of 'shan' is good!"
Mu Feng nodded in praise: "Not bad, not bad!"
Then he looked at the character "mountain" written by Chang Ning again, and asked doubtfully, "What do you mean by writing nine vertical lines on it?"
Changning's face was full of complacency, as proud as a peacock, with an expression of "so you don't understand something" all over his face.
Satisfied, she pointed to the left and right slopes: "This is a hillside!"
Then she pointed to the vertical poles on the hillside and explained loudly: "Aren't there trees on the hill? These nines represent trees!"
Mu Feng took a closer look, and knew from the bottom of his heart that the "pattern" created by the great witch Zhu was the earliest script of the Qingniao Department, and depending on the situation, the prototype of pictographs had already been obtained.
Seeing Chang Ning's proud appearance, Mu Feng "suddenly realized" very cooperatively: "So it is like this!"
After a pause, he "frowned" and asked, "But there are many trees on the mountain, not just nine!"
Chang Ning curled his lips, and his pretty face was even more proud: "The nine trees painted above are not meant to be just one tree, 'nine' means many, many!"
Mu Feng understood in his heart that the number "nine" did represent "many" and "extreme" in ancient times and even earlier. For example, "Nine Five Zhizun" means supreme dignity.
Chang Ning looked at Mu Feng's expression of serious thought, couldn't help laughing happily, reached out and patted Mu Feng's shoulder like he was familiar: "Great Chief, do you think our Da Wu Zhu is very powerful? Don't worry, you If you are interested in our 'pattern', I will teach you!"
Mu Feng couldn't help but laugh at her "brother's loyalty" appearance.
He looked carefully at the "mountain" pattern on the ground, and couldn't help but said narrowly: "But trees have leaves, your tree has no leaves, isn't it right?"
Chang Ning, who was still extremely proud at first, was stunned for a moment. She hurriedly looked at the "mountain" pattern she had written, her brows were frowned, and she was extremely serious. He also said uncertainly: "But me, I remember that's how the book was written, did I remember it wrong?"
Mu Feng was about to laugh out loud, he really couldn't bear to tease Chang Ning, he resisted the urge to laugh, and patted Chang Ning on the shoulder: "Well, I just asked that, and you said that, I think you Great book!"
Chang Ning suddenly became happy, and the doubts on his brows disappeared, replaced by starlight in his eyes, and he quickly changed the subject: "It's good, it's good! Well, big chief, where's the little white wolf from last time? "
Mu Feng understood clearly, and Chang Ning's reaction made it clear that he was a scumbag.
There are few academic scumbags in this world who are not afraid of others discussing the following three issues with them: grades, textbooks, and homework!
Chang Ning's reaction was very similar to the kind that didn't learn well and was eager to avoid this problem. By the way, she even forgot to pay attention to the brushes and paper made by Mu Feng.
Mu Feng waved his hand and said with a smile: "Let's not talk about the little white wolf, what are you doing here this time?"
"Of course I'm here to thank you!" Chang Ning said with a playful smile, "My uncle Ko Nuoa respects you very much, he asked to come with me this time, and he even said he had prepared something for you!"
"Your uncle?" Mu Feng looked around.
Only then did Chang Ning slap his head: "Ah, my uncle!"
"Your uncle?" Mu Feng was surprised, "He's here too?"
Only then did Chang Ning stick out his tongue playfully: "He drove the herd of cattle over, but he didn't arrive at the back. I thought he was slow, so I came first!"
"Bull?" Mu Feng was surprised.
"Yeah!" Chang Ning said with a smile, "Uncle said last time you took him to fight the Lei Ze Department, captured so many slaves, and helped our Blue Bird Department get so much labor, and discussed it with my dad. Next, I will send you two hundred cows!"
After a pause, she said again: "Who knew that your tribe has so many people now, and the place is so big, otherwise I would have sent you some more."
There was a warmth in Mufeng's heart.
As a member of a large tribe, Changning does not have the arrogance of other major tribes.
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Seeing Chang Ning write the word "sun", Mu Feng thought for a while and asked, "What about the moon?"
Sure enough, Chang Ning drew a half crescent—although it was very rough, but Mu Feng could tell from the curvature of the lines that it was a moon that was not round.
"It seems that their big witch Zhu pays attention to details!" Mu Feng thought to himself, and then tried to ask, "What about the 'mountain'?"
Now Chang Ning became more serious, put all the remaining tomatoes into his mouth in one gulp, stretched his mouth so high that his eyes were squeezed and narrowed.
She still dipped her hands in ink and drew two lines on the paper. The two lines lined up to form a gentle triangle without a bottom, like two gentle slopes of a mountain.
Then she drew a vertical line at the peak, and then drew four vertical lines on the left and right "slopes".
After finishing, she counted carefully again: "One, two, three... nine!"
After confirming that it was nine vertical strokes, she raised her head in satisfaction, her pretty face slightly raised, her forehead was smooth, and her eyes were full of pride: "How about it, my handwriting of 'shan' is good!"
Mu Feng nodded in praise: "Not bad, not bad!"
Then he looked at the character "mountain" written by Chang Ning again, and asked doubtfully, "What do you mean by writing nine vertical lines on it?"
Changning's face was full of complacency, as proud as a peacock, with an expression of "so you don't understand something" all over his face.
Satisfied, she pointed to the left and right slopes: "This is a hillside!"
Then she pointed to the vertical poles on the hillside and explained loudly: "Aren't there trees on the hill? These nines represent trees!"
Mu Feng took a closer look, and knew from the bottom of his heart that the "pattern" created by the great witch Zhu was the earliest script of the Qingniao Department, and depending on the situation, the prototype of pictographs had already been obtained.
Seeing Chang Ning's proud appearance, Mu Feng "suddenly realized" very cooperatively: "So it is like this!"
After a pause, he "frowned" and asked, "But there are many trees on the mountain, not just nine!"
Chang Ning curled his lips, and his pretty face was even more proud: "The nine trees painted above are not meant to be just one tree, 'nine' means many, many!"
Mu Feng understood in his heart that the number "nine" did represent "many" and "extreme" in ancient times and even earlier. For example, "Nine Five Zhizun" means supreme dignity.
Chang Ning looked at Mu Feng's expression of serious thought, couldn't help laughing happily, reached out and patted Mu Feng's shoulder like he was familiar: "Great Chief, do you think our Da Wu Zhu is very powerful? Don't worry, you If you are interested in our 'pattern', I will teach you!"
Mu Feng couldn't help but laugh at her "brother's loyalty" appearance.
He looked carefully at the "mountain" pattern on the ground, and couldn't help but said narrowly: "But trees have leaves, your tree has no leaves, isn't it right?"
Chang Ning, who was still extremely proud at first, was stunned for a moment. She hurriedly looked at the "mountain" pattern she had written, her brows were frowned, and she was extremely serious. He also said uncertainly: "But me, I remember that's how the book was written, did I remember it wrong?"
Mu Feng was about to laugh out loud, he really couldn't bear to tease Chang Ning, he resisted the urge to laugh, and patted Chang Ning on the shoulder: "Well, I just asked that, and you said that, I think you Great book!"
Chang Ning suddenly became happy, and the doubts on his brows disappeared, replaced by starlight in his eyes, and he quickly changed the subject: "It's good, it's good! Well, big chief, where's the little white wolf from last time? "
Mu Feng understood clearly, and Chang Ning's reaction made it clear that he was a scumbag.
There are few academic scumbags in this world who are not afraid of others discussing the following three issues with them: grades, textbooks, and homework!
Chang Ning's reaction was very similar to the kind that didn't learn well and was eager to avoid this problem. By the way, she even forgot to pay attention to the brushes and paper made by Mu Feng.
Mu Feng waved his hand and said with a smile: "Let's not talk about the little white wolf, what are you doing here this time?"
"Of course I'm here to thank you!" Chang Ning said with a playful smile, "My uncle Ko Nuoa respects you very much, he asked to come with me this time, and he even said he had prepared something for you!"
"Your uncle?" Mu Feng looked around.
Only then did Chang Ning slap his head: "Ah, my uncle!"
"Your uncle?" Mu Feng was surprised, "He's here too?"
Only then did Chang Ning stick out his tongue playfully: "He drove the herd of cattle over, but he didn't arrive at the back. I thought he was slow, so I came first!"
"Bull?" Mu Feng was surprised.
"Yeah!" Chang Ning said with a smile, "Uncle said last time you took him to fight the Lei Ze Department, captured so many slaves, and helped our Blue Bird Department get so much labor, and discussed it with my dad. Next, I will send you two hundred cows!"
After a pause, she said again: "Who knew that your tribe has so many people now, and the place is so big, otherwise I would have sent you some more."
There was a warmth in Mufeng's heart.
As a member of a large tribe, Changning does not have the arrogance of other major tribes.
Seeing Chang Ning write the word "sun", Mu Feng thought for a while and asked, "What about the moon?" Sure enough, Chang Ning drew a half crescentalthough it was very rough, but Mu Feng could tell from the curvature of the lines that it was a moon that was not round. "It seems that their big witch Zhu pays attention to details!" Mu Feng thought to himself, and then tried to ask, "What about the 'mountain'?" Now Chang Ning became more serious, put all the remaining tomatoes into his mouth in one gulp, stretched his mouth so high that his eyes were squeezed and narrowed. She still dipped her hands in ink and drew two lines on the paper. The two lines lined up to form a gentle triangle without a bottom, like two gentle slopes of a mountain. Then she drew a vertical line at the peak, and then drew four vertical lines on the left and right "slopes". After finishing, she counted carefully again: "One, two, three... nine!" After confirming that it was nine vertical strokes, she raised her head in satisfaction, her pretty face slightly raised, her forehead was smooth, and her eyes were full of pride: "How about it, my handwriting of 'shan' is good!" Mu Feng nodded in praise: "Not bad, not bad!" Then he looked at the character "mountain" written by Chang Ning again, and asked doubtfully, "What do you mean by writing nine vertical lines on it?" Changning's face was full of complacency, as proud as a peacock, with an expression of "so you don't understand something" all over his face. Satisfied, she pointed to the left and right slopes: "This is a hillside!" Then she pointed to the vertical poles on the hillside and explained loudly: "Aren't there trees on the hill? These nines represent trees!" Mu Feng took a closer look, and knew from the bottom of his heart that the "pattern" created by the great witch Zhu was the earliest script of the Qingniao Department, and depending on the situation, the prototype of pictographs had already been obtained. Seeing Chang Ning's proud appearance, Mu Feng "suddenly realized" very cooperatively: "So it is like this!" After a pause, he "frowned" and asked, "But there are many trees on the mountain, not just nine!" Chang Ning curled his lips, and his pretty face was even more proud: "The nine trees painted above are not meant to be just one tree, 'nine' means many, many!" Mu Feng understood in his heart that the number "nine" did represent "many" and "extreme" in ancient times and even earlier. For example, "Nine Five Zhizun" means supreme dignity. Chang Ning looked at Mu Feng's expression of serious thought, couldn't help laughing happily, reached out and patted Mu Feng's shoulder like he was familiar: "Great Chief, do you think our Da Wu Zhu is very powerful? Don't worry, you If you are interested in our 'pattern', I will teach you!" Mu Feng couldn't help but laugh at her "brother's loyalty" appearance. He looked carefully at the "mountain" pattern on the ground, and couldn't help but said narrowly: "But trees have leaves, your tree has no leaves, isn't it right?" Chang Ning, who was still extremely proud at first, was stunned for a moment. She hurriedly looked at the "mountain" pattern she had written, her brows were frowned, and she was extremely serious. He also said uncertainly: "But me, I remember that's how the book was written, did I remember it wrong?" Mu Feng was about to laugh out loud, he really couldn't bear to tease Chang Ning, he resisted the urge to laugh, and patted Chang Ning on the shoulder: "Well, I just asked that, and you said that, I think you Great book!" Chang Ning suddenly became happy, and the doubts on his brows disappeared, replaced by starlight in his eyes, and he quickly changed the subject: "It's good, it's good! Well, big chief, where's the little white wolf from last time? " Mu Feng understood clearly, and Chang Ning's reaction made it clear that he was a scumbag. There are few academic scumbags in this world who are not afraid of others discussing the following three issues with them: grades, textbooks, and homework! Chang Ning's reaction was very similar to the kind that didn't learn well and was eager to avoid this problem. By the way, she even forgot to pay attention to the brushes and paper made by Mu Feng. Mu Feng waved his hand and said with a smile: "Let's not talk about the little white wolf, what are you doing here this time?" "Of course I'm here to thank you!" Chang Ning said with a playful smile, "My uncle Ko Nuoa respects you very much, he asked to come with me this time, and he even said he had prepared something for you!" "Your uncle?" Mu Feng looked around. Only then did Chang Ning slap his head: "Ah, my uncle!" "Your uncle?" Mu Feng was surprised, "He's here too?" Only then did Chang Ning stick out his tongue playfully: "He drove the herd of cattle over, but he didn't arrive at the back. I thought he was slow, so I came first!" "Bull?" Mu Feng was surprised. "Yeah!" Chang Ning said with a smile, "Uncle said last time you took him to fight the Lei Ze Department, captured so many slaves, and helped our Blue Bird Department get so much labor, and discussed it with my dad. Next, I will send you two hundred cows!" After a pause, she said again: "Who knew that your tribe has so many people now, and the place is so big, otherwise I would have sent you some more." There was a warmth in Mufeng's heart. As a member of a large tribe, Changning does not have the arrogance of other major tribes.
