wild trail

Chapter 343 Communication
Not long after Li Dahe left, new news came from the Daxia Medical Center. After struggling for a while, only one of the sick dinosaurs survived.

Although it is said to have survived, the months of pain and suffering have already left it covered with cuts and bruises. The rotten areas on its body have begun to scab. It seems that its whole body has been skinned alive, and it looks very scary.

Although this injury looks chilling, but these are skin trauma, those red spots on the skin no longer appear, this is undoubtedly good news for Qi Yan.

After the only remaining dinosaur man regained consciousness a lot, Qi Yan hurried to the palace to inform Wang Lang of the news.

After learning that only one dinosaur survived, Wang Lang couldn't help but feel extremely lucky. If all these captives died, then his channel to understand the outside world would be cut off immediately.

He ordered Qiyan Haosheng to take care of the only remaining captive. After careful recuperation, the dinosaur man gradually recovered his strength. Half a month later, the scabs on his body began to fall off, and his body was basically recovered.

After Qi Yan reported to Wang Lang, Wang Lang arranged for someone to transport the prisoner to a secret place and lock him up.

Looking at the dinosaur man whose feet were tied up in front of him, Wang Lang had an indescribable feeling that it was difficult for him to regard this creature with a face completely different from that of a human being as an opponent at the same level as human beings.

In the face of alien civilizations, there is no reference experience at all.

The human emperor and the dinosaur prisoner just looked at each other peacefully for a long time.

"I'm a human!" He pointed to other humans and said, "People, people, people, we are human beings."

Pointing to the dinosaur man again, he said, "You are a dinosaur man!"

Wang Lang repeated the word "dinosaur man" several times. If the captive had normal intelligence, he would definitely be able to guess what Wang Lang meant from the gesture and the repeated syllables.

The prisoner was at a loss at first, then turned to look like he was thinking about everything, and then nodded to Wang Lang.

Seeing that he understood what he meant, Wang Lang breathed a sigh of relief, which proved that the prisoner was not a fool.

He took out a small book from his cuff, opened a page, and pointed to the map with the outline of Africa.

The prisoner glanced at the book, and the expression on his face changed a little, but his face was different from that of a human being, and Wang Lang couldn't see what this expression meant.

Wang Lang turned another page and pointed to the pattern of North America. This time the expression of the captive was a little different.

Shaking his head, Wang Lang turned another page, this time a map of South and Central America.

When the captive saw the map, his mood was completely different from before. Even though Wang Lang couldn't tell what his mood was, such an unusual reaction must be because he had seen such a terrain.

"Dinosaur man!" Wang Lang finished these three words one by one.

Hearing this, the prisoner focused his attention on Wang Lang.

Wang Lang pointed to the map of the Americas, then pointed to the dinosaur man, picked up a charcoal pencil and drew a few stick figures of three-masted warships in the Pacific Ocean, and drew some lines connecting South America. They all drew some arrows, and pushed the drawn map to the captives for them to watch.

Wang Lang saw that he stared at the map for a long time, but there was no further comment, so he couldn't help but wondered: "Could it be that this guy didn't understand the meaning of what he drew?"

Looking at the map I drew again, I feel that the meaning is already obvious. With the IQ of this prisoner, if he still can't guess it, then there must be something tricky.

Wang Lang took the small book and continued to draw stick figures on it with charcoal. This time the pictures were more complicated, similar to simple comic strips.

In this simple comic strip, Wang Lang drew the meaning he wanted to express. It probably means that if he wants to survive, he must serve mankind. Humans do not raise useless things. Of course, the pictures in the picture are still somewhat bloody .

The prisoner obviously understood Wang Lang's meaning, hesitated for a while, and finally uttered a series of strange sounds, which were extremely fast to human ears, and human tongues could not make such sounds at all.

"Come on, unshackle it!" Wang Lang said loudly.

"Your Majesty, no, this monster is extremely ferocious, and it may be dangerous to let go of its hand!" The guards persuaded one after another.

Wang Lang waved his hands and said, "It's okay, I just want to use my two hands to not hurt me, so let him open it."

In desperation, the guards opened the shackles for the captives, and took out their waist knives, guarding Wang Lang vigilantly. As long as the monster dared to do anything unusual, the guards were ready to rush up and hack it to death.

The captive ignored these human soldiers who were facing a great enemy, took the notebook handed over by Wang Lang, turned to the page with South America, pointed to the location of Central America, and said some strange syllables.

"It seems that these guys are dinosaurs from Central America." Wang Lang secretly said.

Nodding to the captive, he went on to draw some dino-men on this map, ranging from the North Pole to the South Pole.

Wang Lang clicked on the pictures he had drawn.

The dinosaur man thought confidently for a while, pointed to the two polar regions, and shook his head.

When Wang Lang saw this, he knew it. It seemed that it was as he expected. The species of Dinosaurs had spread to various places on the old road, and it was understandable that there were no people in the polar regions.

Relying on pictures to communicate is very inconvenient. Some simple meanings need to draw some very complicated pictures to express them. Moreover, with the special voice of dinosaurs, he guessed that the two tribes could not communicate in language. Maybe after a long period of listening I can understand it, but I can't say it.

Wang Lang wanted to ask about the number of dinosaurs, but this abstract concept could not be expressed by pictures at all. He tapped the table lightly with his fingers, thought for a long time, picked up the pen again, and wrote a number 1 on it.

The prisoner looked at the graphics on the paper, and was very puzzled, not knowing what the human being in front of him wanted to express.

Wang Lang clicked this one, and raised a finger.

But the captive still shook his head to express that he didn't understand.

He continued to write a 2 on the paper, and raised two fingers.

This time, the dinosaur captive finally realized that the human was counting.

Seeing that the dinosaur man understood what he meant, he was relieved, but when the number reached 7, he encountered a new problem. The captive didn't understand what it meant at all.

Wang Lang frowned, he could understand from one to six, why didn't he understand seven.

When I looked at the three fingers of the dinosaurs, I finally understood where the problem was. Humans have ten fingers, so dinosaurs have six fingers. The possible bases are also different from humans. Humans use decimals, while dinosaurs may Use hexadecimal.

In order to verify his conjecture, Wang Lang handed the pen to the dinosaur man and asked him to write their numbers from one to six.

Wang Lang prayed that the dinosaur man in front of him would not be illiterate, otherwise it would be more difficult to communicate.

Fortunately, the pen invented by humans was not used to by the dinosaurs, but fortunately, the captive wrote a few weird symbols on the white paper crookedly.

Although Wang Lang couldn't understand it, after he wrote six numbers, the seventh number was indeed a combination of the second symbol and the first symbol.

"It seems that although the civilizations are different, the counting methods are still similar." Wang Lang thought secretly.

According to the symbols written by the dinosaur man, Wang Lang used the numbers 0-5 to correspond one by one. When he wrote 7, it was indeed the number 10.

The dinosaur man thought for a long time and finally understood what Wang Lang meant. He looked at the human in front of him in surprise with his long and narrow eyes like ordinary snakes. Such a complicated mathematical problem, this human actually wanted to understand the two civilizations without detailed communication. difference between.

After communicating with the prisoner in mathematics for a while, Wang Lang left with the guards. The problem of the base conversion is not only that the prisoner needs time to understand and digest, Wang Lang also needs to go back and sort out his thoughts before continuing to talk with the prisoner.

Half a month later, Wang Lang saw the prisoner again. After half a month, his condition looked very healthy at this time, much better than before.

Seeing Wang Lang's arrival, the prisoner was very excited, got up quickly, and murmured a series of words to Wang Lang.

The guards were worried that he would hurt others violently, so they quickly surrounded Wang Lang to protect him.

Wang Lang waved his hand and told the guards to step back, motioning for the dinosaur man to sit down.

Taking out the notebook, the communication between the two different races resumed.

When the dinosaur man arrived, Wang Lang handed over the small book, looked at the densely packed base conversion rules on it, took a deep look at Wang Lang, and admired the mathematical attainments of the human in front of him.

Seeing the dinosaur man nodded, Wang Lang took out the previous map of America, pointed to the dinosaur man drawn on it and pointed to the numbers.

The dinosaur man understood it, picked up the pen and thought for a while, and wrote a number according to the base conversion rules written by Wang Lang.

Wang Lang looked at the number on the paper, and was taken aback for a moment, only to see the Arabic numeral 200 million written on the paper.

He couldn't help but wonder in his heart. With the level of civilization of the dinosaurs, the population of the entire Americas is only 200 million, which obviously greatly exceeded his expectations.

After pondering for a moment, Wang Lang took a charcoal pencil and drew a virtual circle on the map of the Americas, pointing to the pattern of the dinosaur man and then to the number.

The prisoner shook his head again and again, stretched out a finger, and drew a circle in the northern part of Central America and South America.

"I see. It seems that the dinosaurs are also divided into different countries. The 200 million people are just the population of this country." Wang Lang secretly said.

"Zhao Langzhong, I think its intelligence is not bad. From now on, if you teach it our characters, you will teach it according to the method I gave you." Wang Lang turned his head and said to an official.

Zhao Langzhong from the Ministry of Rites looked at the ferocious prisoner with some fear, and nodded reluctantly.

The communication with this dinosaur man has come to an end for the time being. It is too troublesome to communicate with pictures. The communication can only continue after the dinosaur man has learned to write.

At the same time, after more than 20 days of trekking, Li Dahe finally arrived in Pingnan City.

Five or six miles away from the rammed earth city wall, the local officials who got the news went out of the city far away to welcome the arrival of the first imperial envoy in the history of Xia Kingdom.

Wei Tu, the magistrate of Pingnan County, who was at the forefront of these officials, had gloomy eyes.

Seeing Li Dahe's vehicle slowly approaching, Wei Tu tried his best to smile, and led the officials to greet him: "Wei Tu, the magistrate of Pingnan County, led the officials to welcome the imperial envoy Shangguan."

Li Dahe got out of the vehicle, cupped his hands to the officials and said, "My colleagues are polite."

"Li Qincha, my servant has already prepared wine and meat in the city. Compared with the imperial mission coming from afar, it is very hard work." Wei Tu laughed.

Li Dahe nodded and said, "Thank you County Magistrate Wei for your hospitality."

"Emissary Li Qin please!"

"Colleagues, please!"

For this small southern town, it was also the first time for Li Dahe to come here. After getting used to the prosperity near the capital, this slightly deserted small county town looks quite different.

Under the leadership of Wei Tu, Li Dahe came to the county government office together with a group of officials.

A table of wine and meat has been set up in the lobby of the county government office, and it looks quite rich.

This meal is absolutely unique in such a county, and the cost must be expensive.

"My colleagues have spent a lot of money." Li Dahe arched his hands and said.

"Miss Li Qin is being polite. The Shangguan is His Majesty's humerus minister. If there is such a little wine and meat, it's fine for the Qin difference to dislike it and neglect it." Wei Tu laughed.

Li Dahe nodded, and said, "Sit down, colleagues!"

After drinking for three rounds and eating five flavors, Wei Tu rolled his eyes and smiled at Li Dahe: "I don't know why the imperial envoy came here."

Li Dahe cupped his hands towards the north and said, "I was personally appointed by His Majesty to investigate the case of Han Ji's wife killing. His Majesty is very concerned about this case. I hope that all colleagues will assist me to investigate this case."

As he said that, a pair of eyes swept across the faces of the officials at this table one by one.

The corners of Wei Tu's mouth twitched when he heard the words, and he forced a smile and said: "The imperial envoy is working for His Majesty, and I will definitely assist with all my strength."

"So, Mr. Li has more colleagues, come! I offer you a toast!"

After eating the reception banquet, Li Dahe was escorted by the guards to the residence prepared for him.

"Mr. Li, please do me a favor!" Li Dahe called the commander of the guards and said.

"Emperor Li, if you have any orders, you can just say it directly. Before leaving, His Majesty has told his subordinates to fully assist the imperial envoy." Li Bazong said slowly.

Li Dahe nodded and said: "Thank you so much, you put on the clothes of ordinary people, and go to the city to inquire about Han Ji in private these few days, come back and report to me if you have any news, and send someone to watch secretly That county magistrate of Wei."

"Imperial envoy, do you think Wei Tu is suspicious?" Li Bazong asked.

"I just think there's something wrong with him, maybe I'm overthinking." Li Dahe said slowly.

"Imperial envoy, don't worry, I've learned a lot from His Majesty's side for so long, it's absolutely fine to entrust this matter to us." President Li Ba cupped his hands.

"Thank you."

(End of this chapter)