I led the Goblin Culture to victory.

Chapter 54 Is she 8 years old?

Li Mosi suddenly unfolded the two rolls of paper, and Zi'an couldn't help but stand up to look at them.

Two sheets of white cloth were laid out on the stone slab, overlapping the original white cloth with the painted pattern.

So that white piece on the table was actually fabric?

Although she had seen the stone slab, she thought the white part on it was the natural color of the stone!

Too pale!

It's white and even, even wool isn't this white!

Rabbit fur tends to turn slightly yellow!

After flattening the prepared Xuan paper with a ceramic inkstone, Li Mosi looked at Zi'an and asked, "What?"

"Uh... Master, what is this?"

"This is paper, it's better for writing than parchment."

Zi'an nodded.

So white, that's really nice.

Our late teacher was so generous in giving it to them!

"Then... Master, what's next?"

"I'll write a 'Pinyin chart' for each of you. Once you've learned it, you'll be able to read the words by yourself by following the pinyin. Go practice first. Although your name is easier to write than Ziyi's, there's still a big gap between you and me."

"Yes, Master."

Zi'an squatted down to write again, and the saintess stood up.

She wanted to stand up and see what was going on as soon as Li Mosi started teaching her two disciples to write.

Her legs had gone numb, and it was only now that they had finally recovered.

She walked a few steps behind the two disciples and could barely make out what they were doing.

Although I had heard Li Mosi mention it before, and had even looked at the cover of the Archery Classic from afar.

But this was the first time she had approached and observed her closely.

Their actions were indeed "writing".

But the words on the ground...

What kind of script is this?

It's square and rectangular, like a painting, and quite complex.

Although the craftsman kept talking about "Chinese characters" and "sacred pictographic writing," shouldn't there be a group of people using a writing system?

Otherwise, there would be at most a few symbols.

She was certain that she had never seen these words before.

I've never even heard of it.

Moreover, written language is very difficult to learn!

Even she, whom the Pope called smarter than the previous saintess, spent six years studying before she could remember most of the words on the continent.

With doubt in her eyes, the saintess tried to approach Li Mosi again.

Can't walk anymore.

She looked back and saw that the old goblin had somehow followed behind her and grabbed her vine.

The old goblin asked, somewhat puzzled, "What are you doing pacing around like that?"

“Mmmmm…”

The saintess was about to speak when she forgot that her mouth had been gagged again.

She could only nod her chin toward Li Mosi, who was sitting by the stone table.

"Ugh! Ugh!"

The old goblin pulled the saintess in front of Li Moss: "Master, this woman is looking for you."

Li Mosi had just finished writing the initials when she turned to the saintess: "What is it?"

He casually untied the vine from the saintess's mouth.

The saintess spoke up: "Uh—I'd like to see."

Li Mosi looked into her eyes, but the saintess averted her gaze.

"Then shut up and watch quietly. Don't ruin the learning atmosphere just because you're bored."

"it is good."

Li Mosi turned around again to make a pinyin chart.

The saint's tense body relaxed once again.

call--

She felt as if she had just seen her teacher from when she was a child.

The old man's stern style still makes her react subconsciously.

I'll stop thinking about it now and see what the craftsman wrote.

She craned her neck and saw a series of round symbols.

"?"

This doesn't seem to be the same script as what those two guys wrote on the ground.

What exactly is this craftsman doing?

However, these symbols did resemble the writing system she was familiar with.

wrong!

Why are there repeated combinations below?!

The old goblin asked curiously, "Master, why are there repeated symbols down here? It looks like several symbols are put together?"

As he spoke, he pointed to the "z" above, and then to the "zh".

"Because this is not written text."

Li Mosi glanced at it and continued writing.

"These are symbols used to indicate the pronunciation of characters; what Ziyi and the others are writing now is the actual character itself."

This question is normal; Li Mosi has answered it at least eighty times, if not a hundred.

He just needs to translate the content into the local language.

You don't even need to think.

He quickly finished writing the vowel table, thought for a moment, and then added text under some of the pinyin.

How to add pronunciation annotations to text?

That makes sense.

The saintess also studied this.

In her memory, there should have been some dotted or line-shaped symbols.

Li Mosi quickly finished two pinyin tables.

Over a period of nearly twenty minutes, the two disciples wrote their names many times.

However, Ziyi repeated fewer times than Zian, and the character "一" was deliberately enlarged.

"Alright, everyone come over here."

At Li Mosi's call, Zi Yi and Zi An stood up and gathered.

"You all stand beside me."

Once the two disciples surrounded her on the left and right, Li Mosi began to explain to them, pointing to symbols on the paper with her pen.

"These are called 'initials'. They are the starting parts that make up the pronunciation of characters. For example, the first character of your name is pronounced 'zi,' and it's written like this..."

Zi Yi quickly pointed out, "It looks just like this!"

He pointed to the "z".

Li Mosi nodded: "That's right. In 'pinyin,' these symbols are at the very beginning, that is, on the left."

He then pointed to the table below with his pen: "These are called 'finals,' and they are the core part of the pronunciation of written characters. They determine the length and tone of the pronunciation, and some finals can represent the pronunciation of a character on their own. For example, 'a' is pronounced as 'a'."

"There are four tones in total for the finals, called the first tone, the second tone, the third tone, and the fourth tone."

As he spoke, he marked the four tones above the "a".

"Repeat after me, 'Ah.' 'Ah?' 'Ah.' 'Ah!'"

"Ah." "Ah?" "Ah." "Ah!" *2

Neither disciple had any problems with this simple pronunciation.

The saintess felt a sense of familiarity, yet also a sense of strangeness.

Four tones?

Li Mosi began leading his disciples in reciting: "I'll guide you to start with the first sound. The first soft 'b'."

The nightmare begins here.

Anyone can say "Ah," it's no different from shouting.

Even a mute person can shout.

However, the other pronunciations are a bit more difficult to pronounce.

Zian didn't understand what unaspirated air meant, and pronounced it like a hiccup.

Zi Yi didn't understand what "gently" meant, so he pronounced it as a voiced sound.

Li Mosi taught them again and again with a blank expression, and finally corrected their mistakes.

It got a little better starting from the second note.

After all, the two of them had established the concepts of "aspirated" and "unaspirated" and "voiced".

Although he still reads it crookedly, he can still get it "somewhat right on the first try".

If the roots are straight, it's not easy for them to go astray later.

Even after just one lesson, Li Mosi felt more tired than after a day's work.

Tired.

He moved two sheets of paper to the table: "You can read them yourselves first. I'll prepare the materials you need for literacy education."

"besides?"

Zi'an, who was initially a little dizzy, suddenly widened her eyes.

She felt her head was throbbing!

Even loosening the soil during the day isn't this tiring!

As Li Mosi put her hands under her apron, she said, "These are all for two-year-olds to learn. You have so much more to learn!"

As he spoke, he took out two more rolls of paper.

besides?

The saintess could not understand.

Is the craftsman's chest sunken in?

Zi Yi scratched his head: "Master, I'm not even two years old yet. I've only lived through one winter."

"This is based on human development; a two-year-old is just learning to speak. You'll only have more to learn." Li Mosi finished speaking and looked at Zi'an, "How old are you?"

He had always been curious about just how old this underage bear-beastman was.

Zi'an touched the small round ears on the top of his head: "I'm eight years old, and I've lived through eight winters, right?"

Is he eight years old?