Chapter 112 Decided
"Then what do you say we should do? Let them all learn the runes you created? Now some desert people can't even write their own tribal language, and you want them to learn those things?" Kavi said dissatisfiedly.
After listening to Elhaisen's explanation, he immediately realized that it was almost impossible to let the desert residents learn two languages directly at this stage, but he did not think that Elhaisen's plan B was a good alternative.
"It shouldn't be that difficult if you can master the language of your tribe," Elhaisen said calmly. "As long as there is a wise man in their tribe who is proficient in the language of their tribe, he can sort out the pronunciation rules of those symbols according to the pronunciation of the tribe's characters, and self-study based on the textbook will not be a problem."
"Ah? Not that hard? Are you sure?! I taught myself from scratch!
In the desert, when many of them are thinking about what to eat next, you want them to study runes and teach themselves two languages?" Kavi opened his eyes wide in surprise.
Elhaisen: "Put away your empathy. If they don't even have this level of learning ability, it means that the Order House is not suitable for them. Becoming a mercenary may be a good way out for them.
Or does our famous 'Light of Miaolun Sect' have a way to convince the sage to open a green channel for the desert people?
In order to take care of special groups who are food-poor, live in poor conditions, and do not have sufficient educational resources, the Fatwa House will open a policy of exemption from examinations for them - do you think it is possible? "
Kavi snorted heavily, still disagreeing with Elhaisen's point of view: "What if the 'wise men' got it wrong? Wouldn't that mean the entire tribe has learned the wrong knowledge? How can you be so sure that everyone can understand you?"
Elhaisen: "Even if this happens, they can find loopholes in their existing knowledge system based on the experience they have accumulated in their studies.
If not, it means that changing the pronunciation of those runes will not cause any obstacles to their learning, and it may provide them with a new cognitive direction.
You always like to worry too much. After all, the average intelligence level of desert people is generally no different from ours, but your attitude makes me feel that you are caring for a mentally retarded disabled person. "
"Of course we need to take extra care of them! Otherwise, we wouldn't have to do these things now, right?! Their learning environment is already so bad, and you are making it more difficult for them.
Do you dare to say that their current learning difficulty is not several times higher than ours? And will you die if you talk like a normal person? "Kavi was indignant about this, mostly because of Elhaisen's infuriating attitude.
"Senior, this is something we all know, but it is easy to find a problem, but it is difficult to solve it. This sentence also applies to the two solutions of Senior Elhaisen.
We know they all have their own flaws, but we can't think of a better alternative. "Harold rubbed his forehead and said helplessly,
“Speaking of which, we first thought of making textbooks in order to help some people get out of the desert...but now Senior Elhaisen has discovered that according to the current trend, this group of people will have to be streamlined.
Uh...so it wasn't Senior Elhaisen who made the learning more difficult for the desert residents. Those difficulties existed objectively. "
Kavi frowned and said nothing more. He understood the reason, so he was now trying hard to think of a countermeasure.
The voices of opposition disappeared temporarily, and Elhaisen looked at Haroldt: "Two plans, each with its own flaws, which one should I choose? If I make a decision quickly, I can finish writing the first batch of books sooner."
I suspect you are playing buck-passing, and I have the evidence.
Harold muttered to himself.
If you choose the first option, the learning difficulty is max. If you choose the second option, the learning difficulty is still max, but much lower than the first option. So far, it seems to be the best solution. Elhaisen is fully capable of creating runes for phonetic notation and combining them perfectly with the two characters, but the runes may be interpreted differently in different tribes.
Now, as Elhaisen said, it won't cause any bad effects, but in the future... Looking at the timeline, to be precise, it should be five or six years later, when the Little Grass God takes over, the Ministry of Religion begins to pay attention to the situation in the desert and opens public schools.
If all tribes have different interpretations of these runes, then public schools can only unify the pronunciation of these runes if they want to develop education on a large scale through classroom teaching. In this way, people who have already mastered a certain amount of knowledge through this method are likely to be confused, which will directly affect their learning progress.
So it all depends on how far they can go in these five or six years, right? If they are really gifted in learning, five or six years is enough for them to enter the Church of the Holy Fathers and start a new life.
Harold narrowed his eyes and asked, "Which one would you choose, Senior Elhaisen?"
Never mind, just kick the ball back first.
El Haisen: "I am just the one who completes the commission. Decision-making is not within my work atmosphere."
"I can pay more," said Harold.
El Haisen: "Now I am working overtime, as an employer, you should pay me more."
"Are we playing catch?" Haroldt suddenly asked.
"That's a good analogy, very vivid." Elhaisen nodded in approval, "But I hope you won't get addicted to this game and waste our time."
Who has better ball skills than you?
Harold rolled his eyes at him, thought for a moment, and then said, "Two."
In five or six years, it is highly unlikely that the goal of having all desert people master the Xumi common language will be achieved, but it is a good way to use it to eliminate illiteracy and lay the foundation for the future opening of public schools. There is no need to be timid in order to take care of some people and waste all this time.
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At twelve o'clock in the afternoon, Dixia arrived at Harold's research institute in advance and washed her body carefully, washing away the dust, sweat stains and makeup on her body from the journey. Then she took out the notes provided by Harold and read them carefully again.
She walked around the residential area for a long time in the morning, bought a lot of accessories, and when she came to her senses it was almost ten o'clock.
The agreed time was approaching, but the study materials had not been reviewed at all. Dixia was like a junior high school student who forgot to do his homework because of playing O-God. He hurriedly started to make up for it.
On the way here riding on the pack animal, she had reviewed all the information and basically memorized those obscure terms from yesterday. She was now very confident in dealing with Haroldt's inspection.
The boat Harold was on stopped near the institute at 12:40. Harold got off the boat with a notebook in his hand.
He first checked the situation in the mouse breeding house, added feed to them, caught fifty-one mice and put them in cages, and then walked to the door of the laboratory.
Dixia was standing there with her back against the wall, holding three pages of notes and reading them seriously. As soon as Haroldt entered the area with a radius of 200 meters with her as the center, she keenly noticed Haroldt's arrival, but she still did not look up, pretending to be studying diligently.
"Ms. Dixia, you're here so early." Haroldt nodded at her with a smile and greeted her.
"Well, actually I just arrived a while ago..." Dixia folded the notebook three times and put it into her carry-on bag. At the same time, she couldn't help but glance at Haroldt. Haroldt took out a bunch of keys and prepared to open the door. The movement of raising his arm left half of his arm exposed in the air.
No matter how you look at him, he seems to be a weak academic. How could he fight off a group of mercenaries?
Dixia's eyes fell on the cage in Harold's hand again. The mice inside were three times the size of normal mice. There were dozens of mice stuffed into an iron cage, which was packed full. Many long pink tails were sticking out from the gaps in the cage.
"Squeak."
Harold opened the door, turned to Dishia and said, "Let's go."
Only then did Dixia retract her gaze and follow Haroldt.
Harold walked slowly in front, the cage in his hand swaying slightly. From time to time, squeaking and running sounds came from inside. Many long pink tails were hanging in the air, swaying with his pace.