Chapter 11 – Recording and counting numbers (1/2)

Translated by Sunyancai

All the kids in the cave had been in a state of extreme excitement these days. Just like when the poor turned rich overnight, they’d be incredibly hyper.

And the consequences of being driven by excitement was quite simple – fighting.

When they were not fishing, they fought each other in the cave.

In the past, they fought over food, now they still fought over food, but in a different kind of way. Now, they would usually fight protecting their own food, instead of robbing or stealing food from the others. Sometimes they would just beat the one who wrongly took their fish by mistake when bringing their quarries back.

The fighting was not one versus one since Shao Xuan had incalculated the idea that groups were a different version of a small hunting team, the tradition of one versus one had developed into gang fights. Thus the war between groups and teams were more intense than ever.

Shao Xuan sat aside and sighed, for he was the one who brought this upon himself.

After seeing that a kid’s dragging of the wrong fish triggered yet another battle between two groups, Shao Xuan thought for a while and set his eyes on a smooth wall near the entrance, regardless of the messy situation inside the cave.

A long time ago, when everyone in the tribe was living in the cave, they polished the wall and carved letters on it. Afterward, all residents in the cave were kids, and no more letters were added there. Even when someone had the whim to paint, they would only paint or carve near the bottom. In the higher places, there were only ancient traces left.

All traces on the wall were different in depth and carving or painting patterns, because of their different ages. Some of them were painted by pigment produced by plants, and some of them were strictly carved by a stone knife. Many traces had already turned fuzzy and discolored. It was just a waste to keep them there since no one could tell their original meanings.

Shao Xuan called those super excited and super energetic whelps together and told them to pick up stones to polish the wall.

Deep down the cave, there were some relatively larger stones, which they carried out together. Because of their limited height, the children would have to stand on those stones to reach the upper sections of the wall.

Since they had something to do to kill the time, the undisciplined kids began to fit in their places. Besides, this was Shao Xuan’s command so no one objected to it. Even if reluctant, they would still grab a stone and polish a little.

Every once in awhile, someone in the tribe would be sent to the cave to teach some basic knowledge to the children. For example, counting numbers and commonly used words. That was how Shao Xuan got to know the language here. However, other kids in the cave were unwilling to listen, so they rarely learned anything new. Shao Xuan was the only one who paid attention when a teacher came to the cave.

Every kid in the orphan cave would wear a stone tablet with his or her name on it. Although they did not know many letters and couldn’t write, they could still recognize their own names.

After writing down the groups and names, the fish they brought back would be recorded on the wall. At first Shao Xuan meant to use simple numbers to record how many fish they had dragged back for each group, but the kids weren’t satisfied with that. Looking up at the fish hanging up in the cave, Shao Xuan drew some fish in stick figures on the wall. It was an abstract fish, quite simple to draw and easy to be recognized.

Finally, those whelps were satisfied, and they even made the smartest kid in each group verify that the quantity on the wall matched with the exact number of fish hanging in the air.

Shao Xuan could draw one fish in one stroke, and there were in total dozens of fish, so it took a short time to complete the chart. Besides, the wall was extremely wide and tall, so it could contain over a thousand fish painted on it.

There was an air vent at the top of the wall, opposite to where Shao Xuan drew all the fish. During daylight, the sun would shine on the wall, which made all the markings on the wall pretty obvious.

So, every day when not fishing, the kids sat with their group members and wove straw ropes, they would constantly look up on the wall, and count their fish, then they looked at the real fish hanging on the hooks and checked the numbers. Due to this, their counting abilities were improving very quickly.

Those who used to be reluctant to count would count at least ten times a day or more, without anyone pushing them.

“Ah-Xuan, is twelve the one after ten?”