In the second year of the founding of the Vine Tribe, January 6th, night.
"Scrape, scrape, scrape..."
In the bamboo house, Jiang Xuan found ten logs, each about one person tall and ten centimeters in diameter, and carved numbers on every log.
He carved decimal Arabic numerals from zero to one hundred. It was no small task, and he had started three days ago, only finishing today.
"Finally finished carving!"
Jiang Xuan carved the last number, then put away the now blunt little Stone Knife, and stood up to stretch.
Next to him, Nan Xing curiously asked, "Leader, what exactly are these things you carved?"
Chi Shao, Gou Teng, and Shi Qiu also gathered around, having been quite curious for some time.
Jiang Xuan said, "These are called numbers, symbols used for counting. For example, we have ten fingers which correspond to the most basic numbers from '1' to 10."
