1840 Indian Rebirth

Chapter 28 [Newspaper]

"Yes, newspapers, that's what you use to record news," said Rainy Day.

Of course, the only ones who can use the newspaper are Rainy Day and Horse Whistle. In fact, this decision is the result of the exchange between the two.

Even though there are only a handful of Apache people who can recognize all 26 English letters, and the English proficiency of Rainy Day and Horse Whistle is not very good, but if Apache wants to really develop, active information acquisition is essential.

In Ma Shao's view, even looking at the physical world, information is still the most precious substance in the universe. If there is a Creator in the world, its most precious treasure must be information.

Moreover, in addition to obtaining information, newspapers have another important purpose-wipe your ass!

Ma Shao still vaguely remembers that when he was a child in the countryside in his previous life, he often wiped his butt with old newspapers and book pages, and he could read it before wiping.

This is not a comfortable experience, some paper is hard and some paper is slippery, but it is still much better than using stones and sticks.

Due to the crude way of going to the toilet, the horse whistle has been acquired more than once since he was reborn, and every time it can spoil the mood of the whole day.

Therefore, for the sake of his nation and his ass, he must buy newspapers, even if he pays a high price for it.

"This thing doesn't make money. You know, I'm a businessman." Smith calmed down, and there was no surprise in his reply. "A businessman can do any business, except the business that doesn't make money."

Rainy day didn't say anything, just nodded.

Seeing this, Smith asked, "What newspaper do you want?"

Rainy Days: "What's the Most Common Newspaper in America?"

Smith thought for a moment. "The Tribune, the Sun, and the Herald, I think. I read the Tribune sometimes. It's very popular in the Midwest."

What he was talking about was the three penny newspapers in the United States, also known as penny newspapers, which were rising rapidly in this era.

Prior to this, American newspapers were mainly all kinds of political party newspapers, which were expensive and filled with a lot of party content, spreading rumors and slandering each other, so that it was called the "dark period" in the history of American journalism.

It was not until 11 years ago, in 1833, that this dark period came to an end with the founding of The Sun.

As the dragon slayers of the old days, a group of commercial newspapers headed by "The Sun" has also become the new kings.

"Just these three for the time being. I want two copies of the newspapers they publish. You send someone to deliver them every seven days." Rainy Day said.

Smith frowned slightly: "So, how much do you plan to pay every week?"

"A piece of cowhide, I think it should be equivalent to more than ten times the price of newspapers." Rainy day said.

Smith waved his hand without hesitation: "It has nothing to do with the price of the newspaper, you know. I can find someone to help you run three cow hides a week. If it is less, it will not even be enough for the fodder to feed the horses."

Rainy day thought for a while: "If you can send us some blank paper, I can agree."

"You'll get twenty pounds of blank paper with each trip," said Smith.

The business was finally settled. Although most of Smith's spirits failed to sell, a lot of other things sold, and Apache also ordered a lot of things.

Therefore, the two parties remained the same as in the past. After the business was over, they were still polite. They sat together and drank some wine, talking and laughing happily.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ma Shao bought the two Colt revolvers in the caravan's hands with the dollars he collected from the white man at the beginning of his rebirth.

Two hundred Colt pistols may not be available, but these two must not be let go.With these two guns, he will be able to fire ten rounds in half a minute, enough to make a difference in some critical moments.

After the transaction was over and the people on both sides finished their drinks, Smith left with his team.

"What's the matter, William, are you thinking of some girl?" Smith looked at his distracted nephew and asked jokingly.

"I kind of regret selling the revolver, uncle." Nephew William sighed.

Smith didn't take it seriously: "If you want me to say, you should have done this a long time ago-see, only Indians like this kind of gun, and they still need to buy two hundred more."

William was silent.

After a while, he suddenly said again: "Do you feel that the Indians are very different this time?"

"Indeed." Smith nodded. "It's outrageous that they actually announced that they would quit drinking. Although their alcoholism is indeed serious, I thought they would never understand the horror of alcoholism."

After a pause, he said again: "There are also newspapers, can they really understand them? The English of those two Indians is not as good as that of my youngest daughter."

The young William said: "Frankly, Uncle, I'm a little bit concerned ... these Indians clearly realize something, they're trying to change, it's a bad start."

"Maybe." Smith shrugged, noncommittal.

William added: "If the Indians become stronger, it will definitely be detrimental to the United States. We may be doing something that hurts the motherland."

"No, no one can hurt our country, my patriot nephew." Smith smiled.

William looked at him puzzled.

Smith went on to say: "Because our motherland is the greatest country in the world - the Republic of Mani!"

"Hahaha!"

Many people in the caravan laughed together, and the grassland was full of joyful air...

A week later.

The first batch of newspapers and white paper was sent to the Apache camp. The horse post and the rainy day couldn't wait for it, so they went to get the tent immediately.

The two sat in the tent, silently reading a copy of "The Sun", embarrassment gradually appeared on their faces.

can barely read...

Needless to say about the situation of the horse post, English is bad at first, but it has degraded a wave in the past few years. Coupled with the differences in English itself in the nineteenth century, reading newspapers is like gnawing on a rock.

But what surprised him was that he couldn't understand newspapers even in rainy days. After all, his English was much better in rainy days.

"I learned English from an Illinois man." Yu Tian coughed twice and explained, "He only understands spoken language. I learned the written language sporadically when I was in contact with white people, so I'm actually not very familiar with it."

"Illinois?" Horse Whistle didn't know this tribe.

"An ethnic group in the east, they are good at doing business, and have more contact with white people." Rain said, "But they are now driven to the reservation by the Americans."

"Oh……"

After a moment of silence.

"I think...we should have our own characters." Ma Shao said suddenly.

　New books for collection and recommendation.

　　


(End of this chapter)