1840 Indian Rebirth

Chapter 113 [Representation]

People die of illness almost every day, and bone grinding is just one of them. It has been more than a month since Mashao returned to Sleeping Bear. So far, the cumulative number of deaths has exceeded 70.

However, the terror brought about by the plague is gradually easing.

Because there are so few dead!

In later generations, more than 4000 people died of illness and seventy to eighty people are already a very high proportion, but for the Indians, this is nothing at all.

In the past few hundred years, I do not know how many Indian clans have lost their homes due to the plague.

In the memory of the Indians, the plague is almost synonymous with the end, that is, hell descends on the world, and darkness overwhelms everything.

Therefore, in the psychological expectation of the Mianxiong people, there are three to 4000 people in the whole city. If hundreds of people die in the end, this is a blessing from the great spirit; if 1000 people die, this is a basic operation; if 2000 people die, it is not worth it. What a fuss.

As a result, I never expected that only a few dozen people died after more than a month, and most of them were the elderly and those who died without masks, and the plague had almost stopped spreading.

Why did the plague show such mercy to the Indians?

So after more than a month of tension, many sleeping bears felt that there was nothing to be nervous about. At least with the great chief around, the plague was nothing to worry about.

In the eyes of many people, the turning point of the plague was the return of the horse whistle - as soon as the horse whistle returned, it was like the sun rising from the east to dispel the darkness and melt the ice and snow, and the plague was quickly contained.

Of course not.

As early as the rainy day and others took isolation measures, the epidemic situation in Sleeping Bear City had been brought under control, but the effect did not appear immediately.

When Horse Whistle came back after a period of isolation and launched an impressive mask, the containment effect of the epidemic seemed very obvious.

Facts are facts, but the interpretation is determined by people. In the eyes of many people, it is the horse whistle that disperses the plague, so people naturally worship and respect him even more.

Coupled with the fact that the old shaman group suffered heavy losses during the epidemic, this kind of reverence and the "Spiritual Mantra" quickly penetrated and penetrated deeply into the corners of everyone's hearts, including some people who were once stubborn.

This kind of development was unexpected by Lushou. He couldn't imagine that the horse whistle could defeat the most terrible natural disaster, the plague.

Lu Shou originally thought that the plague would catch Mashao off guard, but now, he was caught off guard.

After this epidemic, a group of old shamans withered and cremated, and most of the soldiers he tried to gather ignored him.

More importantly, his former cronies have shown signs of changing their beliefs. They no longer firmly believe in the theories such as the supremacy of tradition and the supremacy of Apache that he advocated, and turn to the supremacy of the great chief and the supremacy of the oracle.

Once the beliefs are different, the foundation of trust will also fall apart.

Shikato no longer dares to trust his former friends.

He was terrified, worried and growing worried that his old friend would eventually choose to betray him and tell the Whistle what he had said in private.

If that's the case, he's screwed.

The more Lu Shou thought about it, the more frightened he became, and finally went to his son's house, opened the door and walked in: "Luwei!"

The young man in the room seemed to be taken aback, and made a quick movement, as if he was hiding something, while complaining, "Father, why didn't you knock on the door?"

"I'm your father, why did you knock on the door?" Lu Shou said confidently, "I've never seen you have this habit before."

Kaowei said: "Now people are like this, knock on the door before entering, no matter what the relationship is. It used to be living in tents, it was different."

Lu Shou obviously didn't care about this: "All right, all right, I have something important to discuss with you."

"What's the matter?" Shikao asked.

Lu Shou was about to say, but suddenly frowned, pointing to the bottom of his son's buttocks: "What is this?"

Kawei's body froze, a little flustered and didn't know what to say: "Uh..."

Lu Shou couldn't help but stretch out his hand and pulled out a book from under his son's buttocks——"Lingyu".

"Are you reading "Lingyu"?!" Although Lu Shou couldn't read a few words, he could still recognize the title of the book. He was shocked and angry at the moment, and his blood rushed to the top of his forehead, which made him feel a burst of anger. A burst of dizziness.

Kaowei hurriedly said in a panic: "Father, Dad, listen to me—"

Lu Shou was furious, and he raised his hand and slapped him: "How dare you look at this kind of thing, this kind of falsification of tradition and nonsense!"

Lu Wei hurriedly said: "Keep your voice down, father, the neighbors will hear you."

Lushou also realized that his voice was louder just now, suppressed his anger immediately, poked his son's chest and said, "Did you never take my words to heart? I want to drive those two bastards out of the tribe, but you are at home Secretly read their books?"

Kawei had a bitter face: "But father, I can't be promoted if I don't understand the "Lingyu". I think it's purely for promotion."

The deer froze for a moment, and then asked, "Then why did you hide it from me?"

Kazuo was speechless.

Seeing his son's expression, Lushou's panic reached its peak. He finally made up his mind, gritted his teeth and said, "Call your Comanche friend over here, and go now!"

"Oh..." Kaowei went out.

After the son went out, the deer sat down on the chair with his buttocks, and then slapped the table hard.

After a while, Kaowei came back with another young man.

"What's your name?" Lu Shou looked at the young man.

"My name is Noire." Noire's accent was clearly Comanche.Although many Comanches have a preliminary grasp of Apache, they still have some peculiar accents.

"Black Horn." Lu Shou nodded, "As far as I know, you seem to have a good relationship with Fang Lian?"

Noire didn't speak.

At this time, Kaowei said: "It's okay, he is my father, you don't need to hide anything."

Black Horn glanced at him, and finally nodded: "Yes, Fang Lian is my friend."

Lu Shou asked again: "Do you still consider him a friend?"

Black Horn hesitated for a moment: "Friends will always be friends."

Lu Shou: "That's good. I'm looking for you this time because I want you to accompany me to meet someone, and I also need you to be my interpreter."

"Who are you seeing?" Black Horn wondered.

Lu Shou said slowly: "The prisoner of Sleeping Bear City's labor camp, the chief of your Comanche forest tribe, Owl."

……

Hall of the Chiefs.

"Brother Whistle, your new mask is ready!" The girl happily ran into the house, and now only the little sparrow is called Ma Whistle.

"Thank you, little sparrow." Ma Whistle smiled and took the brand new mask.Masks made of cotton cloth can be reused after high-temperature disinfection, and they must be reused, otherwise there are not so many materials, but they still need to be replaced with a new pair if they are used too much.

The little sparrow blushed and said, "You don't need to thank me, or...you have to show it with practical actions."

"What practical action do you want?" Horse Whistle asked casually.

The little sparrow didn't answer, but her face turned a little redder.

Ma Shao thought for a moment: "Well...how about this, you come to the advanced mathematics and science class, I will teach you more mathematics and physics."

The little sparrow blinked: "??"

(End of this chapter)