"Did they have anything like writing?" Wei Wu asked.
"No. They used knotted cords for counting." The man shook his head again and pointed to a hemp rope hanging outside the thatched hut's door, several knots tied along it.
"Knotted cords to record events?" Wei Wu's expression grew even more astonished. "They had actually regressed to this extent?"
"Doesn't that mean Lingyu Kingdom no longer exists?" Qian Wuliang suddenly became excited. "The foundation of a nation's existence is the survival of civilization. Otherwise, it can only be called a tribe. Haha."
This startling discovery suddenly gave Qian Wuliang a chance to turn his fortunes around.
"You want a salted fish to flip over?" Wei Wu looked at him with a smile.
"Why not?" Qian Wuliang spread his hands. "If I win later, don't you dare go back on your word."
"When Master Wu gives his word, even four horses can't pull it back." Wei Wu looked disdainful. As he spoke, he jumped down from the Dual Corpse Sedan, pulled a flatbread from his pocket, and beckoned to a little boy of about six or seven among the crowd. "Kid, come here."
The divine soldiers in charge of capturing them released the savages they had detained, and the divine soldier holding the little boy even gave him a shove.
The little boy staggered forward a few steps, his face crawling with terror, but he hesitated and dared not come closer.
Seeing this, Wei Wu walked straight over, slowly crouched before him, and smiled. "Hungry?"
The little boy looked at the fragrant meat flatbread in Wei Wu's hand, covered in sesame seeds. Instinctively, he swallowed, yet neither nodded nor shook his head.
"This is for you." Wei Wu handed him the flatbread.
The little boy hesitated for a moment, then took it