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Violence works miracles.
The carrot-and-stick approach seems to apply to any race.
As soon as Wang Yan started wielding his swinging stick, the results of his educational efforts became immediately apparent.
In less than an hour, most members of the Caesar tribe had learned phrases like "chicken leg," "Did you eat?", "you," "me," "What did you eat?", and "me too."
Because the learning was tied directly to real rewards, the efficiency was incredibly high.
At this moment, the members of the Caesar tribe were paired up, forming two lines, and practicing basic dialogue exercises face-to-face:
Column A: "Did you eat?"
Column B: "I ate."
Column A: "What did you eat?"
Column B: "I ate a chicken leg. How about you?"
Column A: "Me too."
Every day they spoke about eating chicken legs, which might sound joyful, but the reality was far from it.
When the people of the Caesar tribe uttered these phrases, their expressions were tense and serious because Wang Yan, playing the role of a devilish drill instructor, patrolled between the lines, swinging his stick. If he heard any mispronunciation, the offender would get a swift strike.
So, the real situation looked more like this:
A group of primitive people, dressed in straw skirts and with various degrees of bruising, faced each other nervously.
A nervously asked: "Just mom? (Mispronounced, followed by a strike) Ah! (A scream)... Have you eaten?"
B nervously stammered: "It... it... it... ah!"
A's face paled: "The mud is scared... Ah! Ah! Ah..."
B's eyes filled with tears as they whimpered: "Wo...oh! oh! oh!..."
Cruel and merciless.
In order to learn a few basic phrases and dialogues, the primitive people paid with their blood.
The people of the Caesar tribe finally realized just how brutal education could be.
By the time they truly learned these phrases, they might have developed a conditioned fear of chicken legs, never wanting to eat one again!
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As for why Wang Yan didn't use pinyin for enlightenment?
The answer is simple: he wanted quick results.
Chinese is vast and profound. To study it thoroughly, to build a solid foundation, and to truly master it takes time and effort.
But Wang Yan didn't have professional teaching skills, nor did he have the time to waste.
So, he opted for a crash course.
Memorization can be done quickly. "If you read 300 Tang poems, you can still make a poem, even if you don't know how." As long as they could quickly master reading and writing, and develop the habit of using language, the primitive people would naturally pick up Mandarin.
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Fear can enhance memory.
After more than an hour of relentless practice, most of the primitive tribe members could apply these phrases proficiently. Occasionally, there were a few mispronunciations, but they were minor and would improve over time.
But the nightmare for the primitive people wasn't over.
Wang Yan didn't just ask them to speak; he also demanded that they write!
On the blackboard, he carefully wrote out all the words they had learned that day, stroke by stroke.
Wang Yan instructed them to imitate the characters, and everyone had to copy each word at least one hundred times in their notebooks. It had to be written correctly, or they wouldn't be allowed to eat and would face physical punishment.
However, as motivation, Wang Yan arranged an array of bread, pastries, juices, and drinks from the supplies, displayed buffet-style in the square...
The enticing aromas filled the air, making everyone's mouths water!
So, driven by both fear of learning and the desire for good food, the primitive people became even more enthusiastic about learning the language of the gods.
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In the square, the primitive people held pencils, glanced up at the blackboard, then carefully drew crooked lines in their notebooks. They scratched their heads, struggling to learn.
Wang Yan, meanwhile, had liberated himself.
He sat in a boss chair, sipping mineral water to soothe his dry throat. It had been a long time since he'd spoken so much in one sitting!
Being a teacher is really hard work!
When the first primitive person managed to finish writing a shaky "chicken" in their notebook, something remarkable happened.
The projection of the World Tree in Wang Yan's mind suddenly grew stronger.
A slender trunk sprouted from the root of the World Tree and continued to grow upward.
This time, the trunk was indeed straight, and the branches of flame civilization grew on the main trunk, even raising it slightly.
The religious branch that had developed from the flame branch also grew longer and thicker.
For the first time, the projection of the World Tree had the early shape of a real tree!
The appearance of writing had such a significant impact on the World Tree?
Wang Yan was stunned.
Indeed, writing is the foundation of all civilization!
As the World Tree grew, Wang Yan gained a new ability.
Exclusive Ability of the Star Lord? Granting: On his planet, he could now grant various abilities and permissions to all creatures he had marked. The extent of the permissions was entirely under his control, and he could revoke them at any time.
In other words, Wang Yan's immortality, spiritual resonance, space shuttle, and other abilities could now be granted to Li Zhan. It wasn't just Li Zhan; even the little poisonous snake he had marked at the beginning could be empowered.
It was like becoming a god.
This ability was incredible!
But then regret filled Wang Yan's heart because the first word in his world wasn't "Heaven," nor was it "Earth," or even "Man." It was... "chicken."
Chicken!
How embarrassing!
How will this be recorded in history?
Can the World Tree, which grew from such humble beginnings, avoid becoming crooked?
Wang Yan's face darkened completely. He had clearly underestimated the situation.
Heaven help me!
If given a chance to do it over, he would never have taught the primitive people about chicken legs first!
How lofty is the world!
Damn chicken legs! Damn primitive people!
The only consolation might be that his world would never be plagued by the question of which came first, the chicken or the egg, because the god had already decreed: chicken, or more specifically, chicken legs!
The primitive people continued diligently learning to write, but Wang Yan no longer had the enthusiasm to continue teaching.
He was deeply reflecting on himself.
Unprofessionalism is unprofessionalism, no matter how you look at it!
Today's society emphasizes the cultivation of specialized talents, and as a result, there are fewer and fewer generalists.
The healthy development of various industries is supported by these professionals.
Wang Yan's world lacked talent!
He couldn't be expected to develop all the world's industries with just a dabbling knowledge of everything!
He was just an artist!
And Li Zhan wasn't going to cut it either; the World Tree would only become more and more crooked!
He needed to find talent from his home on Earth!
There were so many unemployed people on Earth, so many surplus talents!
Perhaps Wang Yan's new ability to grant powers was a subtle hint from the planetary will, gently reminding him: Don't try to do it all yourself.