1840 Indian Rebirth

Chapter 23 [Do not take medicine indiscriminately]

"What on earth do you mean?" The chief tent guard looked directly at the horse whistle, with suppressed anger in his voice.

Ma Shuo also felt that he was a bit over the top just now, but since that was the case, he just expressed his thoughts so that the clansmen would resist drinking.

He took a deep breath, walked up to the four chiefs, and said, "Spiritual alcohol cannot be consumed in large quantities, especially for injured people. Drinking alcohol will only make it difficult for their wounds to heal."

Naturally, the Apache people had never heard of this kind of statement. After hearing this, everyone couldn't help discussing it for a while, and they were all skeptical.

"Drinking alcohol can make it difficult for wounds to heal, true or false..."

"That's not right. When you bandaged me yesterday, you also said that strong alcohol can heal the wound. Why do you say it differently today?"

Hearing this, the horse sentry repeated what he had just said to the long stick: "Washing the wound with strong wine before bandaging can indeed have a healing effect, but drinking the wine will not have this effect. It is like a bandage. If the bandage Eating it will only make your stomach hurt."

"Who told you this?" The anger in the voice of the tent guard chief still persisted, and he asked.

Ma Whistle hesitated for a moment, and finally said, "My father told me."

In fact, in view of the cognitive level and traditional beliefs of the Indians, it is the most convenient choice to attribute the source of this advanced knowledge to the revelation of the gods.

Horse whistle is also aware of this.

But as a physics teacher from the 21st century, he has an instinctive resistance to pretending to be a ghost.

So after a short thought, he could only dump it on his father who had passed away a long time ago. Anyway, there is no proof of death, so it is not up to him how his father praises him.

But as soon as he finished speaking, a thought that might be a bit strange suddenly popped up in his mind... Does this count as ancestor worship?

Forget it, don't care about these.

"When I was young, my father told me that he was once injured, the wound was stained with mud, and there was only a bag of spirits around him, so he had to reluctantly clean the wound with spirits, but he accidentally discovered that after spirits The healing speed of the wound is much faster." Ma Shao made up while talking, and said slowly.

After hearing this, everyone didn't know whether it was true or not, but the story sounded reasonable, and there was another discussion at the moment.

At this moment, Chief Oak of Chiricahua suddenly said: "Drinking alcohol will slow down the healing of wounds. Who told you this?"

"...It's still my father." Horse Whistle began to tell the story again, "At first he thought that drinking would have the same healing effect, but pouring wine on the wound was so painful, so he drank a lot when he was injured again, Unexpectedly, his wound got worse instead."

The scene was quiet for a while.

Then someone suddenly shouted: "I just drank wine, why didn't I see the wound get worse, you are not lying to us, are you?"

The horse whistle turned to look at the speaker: "Why should I lie to you? If you don't believe me, just drink some more and you will know. As long as you promise to drink a bag of wine a day, I will give all nine bags of spirits to you." Just don't come to me when you lose your life."

The wines used as rewards for military exploits are all large wine bags, one bag is estimated to be as much as two liters, which is about four catties.Drinking four catties of spirits a day for nine days in a row, not to mention the injury, even if there is no injury, drinking like this is a proper way to seek death.

The man was not stupid: "Who can drink so much wine!"

Ma Shao looked at everyone: "You also know that people can't drink so much alcohol. But have you ever thought about why everyone can drink a big bag of juice every day, but no one can drink a big bag of spirits every day?"

People looked at each other, apparently unable to speak.

"Why?" Someone wanted to know the answer.

Ma Whistle continued on his own: "Because fruit juice is a kind of food, and wine is a kind of medicine."

"medicine!"

"There are two kinds of things that people eat, one is food and the other is medicine. The characteristic of food is that there is no limit on the amount. People can eat as much food as their stomachs. But medicine is just the opposite. Medicine must have Some medicines should not even be taken into the stomach.” Ma Shao went on to say, “People can’t drink alcohol to fill their stomachs, which just shows that wine is a kind of medicine.”

After a pause, he continued: "Since it's a medicine, you must not take it indiscriminately. If you take it indiscriminately, it will cause bad results, such as dizziness and vomiting..."

It may not be appropriate to interpret wine as a kind of medicine, and the expression of horse whistle also made a mistake of circular argument.But he felt that only by explaining it in this way could the Indians intuitively realize the irrationality of alcoholism.

After all, the Indians still have a certain understanding of the view that "medicine should not be taken indiscriminately".

After hearing this set of explanations, many people present felt that it made sense, and the more they thought about it, the more they felt it made sense.

"It turns out that wine is a kind of medicine. No wonder drinking too much makes you feel so uncomfortable..."

"I have long felt that I should not drink so much alcohol. You would rather drink until you vomit than believe me. This time, you will believe me!" Of course, Indians also have people who oppose alcoholism, and they immediately feel confident.

"You're right, you really shouldn't drink indiscriminately."

"Well...but forget it this time, I drank half of it, and finish the rest."

"That's right, finish the drink this time."

Although Ma Shao’s words made many people realize the inappropriateness of alcoholism, there is always a gap between cognition and action. Even though they understand that alcoholism is inappropriate, some people still cannot bear the alcoholism and drank the rest of the wine .

"This is the last time, I won't drink anymore!" The alcoholics said with certainty.

Horse Whistle felt relieved, although there was still a long way to go before the eradication of alcoholism, at least there was now a beginning.

There was an intellectual awareness of alcoholism among the tribe, and he believed that this awareness would spread among all Indians.

"I think what he said makes sense. Drinking is not a good thing. I even heard that some people died because of it." The chief oak also agreed with the idea of ​​the horse post. After thinking for a while, he put down the wine bag, "Let's not Drink it."

The great chiefs of the Mezcalero tribe and the Jicarilla tribe also nodded and put down the spirits in their hands.

The chief who guarded the tent still had a straight face. He wanted to drink, but this was not the most important thing. What he cared more about was his dignity as a great chief.

It's just that now almost everyone has expressed approval of Ma Shao's views, but he is not easy to get angry.

After being silent for a long time, finally guarding the tent got up and left without saying a word.

As soon as he got nine eagle feathers from the great chief, the relationship froze when he turned his head, and Ma Shuo naturally felt very embarrassed.

He wanted to redeem it, but the chief didn't give him a chance at all, and walked away without even looking at him.

Fortunately, at this moment, the High Priest of the Pingyuan Tribe came over on a rainy day and said with a smile on his face, "Don't worry, I will persuade him."

"Thank you, High Priest." Ma Shao was a little surprised, but still thanked him.

Rainy day waved his hands: "Actually, I don't agree with drinking. I think it's terrible to be drunk. It's just that the chief likes to drink, and I haven't found a good enough reason to stop people from drinking."

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Ps:

In the Year of the Ox, I wish you all a faster Spring Festival and a happy family.

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