1840 Indian Rebirth

Chapter 4 [Two Orphans]

Shamans or wizards are generally held by knowledgeable and respected people in the clan, who are second only to chiefs in status.

Of course, the small clan doesn't have so many rules. In Mashao's impression, no matter the chief or the shaman, the intuitive feeling is similar to the uncle next door.

The horse whistle followed the shaman Stone Crow, and soon came to the chief's tent.

The chief is called Sleeping Bear, which is the name of the clan.

He is more than 50 years old, with gray hair, but he is still in good health and in good spirits. He holds a cigarette in his hand and looks sad.

There was another person in the tent, a little boy with a delicate appearance, about the same age as the horse whistle.

"You are here." The old chief took a puff of cigarette, looked at the two children, "little whistle, and the sound of the wind."

"Chief." The two children greeted.

The old chief first cast his eyes on Fengsheng, another handsome boy, and said in a comforting tone: "Fengsheng, your father may not be here anymore."

Feng Sheng was stunned, unable to react for a while.

The old chief continued: "When we were hunting bison, your father accidentally fell into the river. The current was very fast, and we couldn't find him...May the spirit bless you."

At this time, Ma Shuo already understood why the chief called them two. The two poor little orphans naturally need to take care of them.

His father was killed in combat last year and his mother was killed in today's attack.

Feng Sheng's mother passed away when he was born, and he has been raised by his father. Now his father is washed away by the current, so he has become an orphan naturally.

The horse whistle turned to look at the wind, ready to say a few words of comfort.

As a result, he never expected that when he heard the news that his father was probably dead, Feng Sheng who was sitting on the ground had no expression on his face, just lowered his head slightly like a chess player who has lost a game without losing his poise.

Ma Shao was speechless for a moment: "..."

But this is not too surprising, Feng Sheng's character is extremely restrained, his emotions and anger are invisible, he can be described as young and mature.

"And the little whistle, you probably already know it. The white man's attack today killed most of the women in the clan, including your mother."

The horse whistle could only lower its head.After all, the Indian personality has been diluted to a negligible level, and he doesn't have strong feelings for this mother, at least if he is made to cry now, he will definitely not be able to cry.

"Both of your parents are gone, and you are both still young. Come to me if you have anything to do in the future, and eat with me. If I'm not here, you can go to Shiya."

"Also, you have to work harder to practice fighting skills in the future and be the bravest fighters. Only in this way can we avenge the white people." Speaking of this, the old chief knocked the ground with his cigarette rod.

He gave a few more instructions, when the horse whistle suddenly said: "Chief, have you ever been to the white man's world?"

"I've been there, what's the matter?"

Whites and Indians were not always hostile.For example, during the American Revolutionary War, the British formed alliances with many Indian tribes—the enemy of an enemy is a friend.

In addition, there are some white people who have other plans, such as businessmen, in order to do business with the Indians, they will try their best to maintain a relatively relaxed relationship and communicate.

Ma Whistle hesitated: "I want to understand our enemy."

"An evil race, a group of shameless invaders!" The old chief gave a curt reply.The individual Indian tribes vary widely, but this is one of the rare areas of consensus.

That's obviously not what the Whistle wanted: "When did the whites start invading us?"

"It happened a long time ago, it should have been 300 years. At first it was the British and the Spaniards who occupied our land, and now it is the Americans, but the whites all have the same appearance." The old chief said slowly.

Horse Whistle followed his words, knocking around all the way, and finally brought the content of the conversation to the topic of the date.

"...The United States used to belong to the United Kingdom, but later established its own country. As for the time of independence, according to their statement, it seems to be 770 years." The old chief said slowly.

Ma Shao then asked: "770 years? How is this calculated, and how many years is it now?"

The old chief frowned: "I don't know about this, it seems to be the birthday of the white god. Now, it is 830 years."

"That was last year, Chief," Stonecrow added.

"Oh yes, this is the news from last year. This year should be 840." The old chief patted his forehead and corrected him.

1840 AD!
Hearing this time, Ma Wiao couldn't help but move his eyes slightly.

There is no doubt that this is a special year for the Chinese.It was in this year, 1840 AD, the Year of Gengzi, that the first Opium War broke out between Britain and the Qing Dynasty, which opened the modern history of China's humiliation.

In fact, when he was reborn, Ma Shao had the idea of ​​going to China.

His soul is a serious Chinese, and his body as an Indian also belongs to the yellow race, so it seems that it is not difficult to integrate into Chinese society.

But just thinking about it like this, if you think about it carefully, you will know that it is not feasible.

First of all, he has to be an adult before thinking about other things. Secondly, even if he is an adult, as an Indian, it is difficult to set foot on a ship to China in the United States.

As for being a Chinese...the Chinese workers haven't come to the United States yet. How many Chinese are there in America? Even if there are, the treatment is not much better than that of the Indians.

Moreover, China at this time did not even have the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom. After he returned, he would have to leave his braids to work for the Qing court for a while.

Thinking of braiding, Ma Shao felt that the stone punk style of the Indians is also quite good...

"You don't want to run around and get in touch with white people, you know?" The old chief warned again seriously, "It's very dangerous."

"I know." The horse whistle replied.

"Let's eat jerky at night. We will prepare funerals for our clansmen in the past few days." Finally the chief said.

The hunting results were quite fruitful. The clan had hunted a lot of bison and had abundant reserves of fresh beef. But at this time, the Sleeping Bear clan obviously had no intention or time to make barbecue or anything, so they could only eat some dried meat.

Afterwards, Horse Whistle, Feng Sheng and the old chief had dinner together, which was beef jerky, one of the most important foods for the Indians, and it was rare for a hunting clan like the Sleeping Bear clan.

Barbecue is generally only eaten after hunting, and the remaining bison must be dried for long-term preservation.

Beef jerky is not unpalatable, but it is also tasteless. It is incomparable with the rich food of the 21st century. The only advantage is sufficient protein, which is very important for children's physical development.

Well, protein...

Nibbling on beef jerky, Ma Shao felt that he should make a nutrition plan for his nine-year-old body.

(End of this chapter)