1840 Indian Rebirth

Chapter 63 [Secularization]

Not only have to tell jokes, but also play music, and almost even perform sketches.

It's just that after Ma Shao thought about it carefully, acting in a sketch seemed a bit too serious, and the halo of comedy may not be a good thing for the chief.People want to laugh as soon as they mention the chief, isn't it awe-inspiring.

So he ended up just writing the skit script instead of acting in it himself.As for these scripts, of course they are mainly adapted from various comedies, sketches, and jokes he saw in his previous life.

Judging by the standards of horse whistle, Indians generally have low laugh points, so the effect of these comedy plots is very outstanding, and it can almost be said to break through everyone's laugh points.

As soon as the party came to language programs, the audience couldn't stop laughing, and the atmosphere was warmer than a warm bonfire.
Unexpectedly, due to his set of operations, various gatherings in the clan quickly became secularized, and the religious attributes were weakened, which in turn led to the secularization of the entire clan without causing any dissatisfaction.

It's human nature to love good music and comedy that makes you laugh out loud.

At the beginning, a shaman found Mashao, hoping that there would be more religious activities at the party, but Mashao said directly: that way there would be no time for sketches and music.

Shaman himself likes to watch sketches and listen to music, so he compromised.

In the end, the horse sentry ruled that the religious part can only be carried out briefly at the beginning of various gatherings.

And this short religious session did not play a positive role in religion, because due to the existence of various wonderful programs later, most people would be absent-minded or even bored when participating in religious activities.

This efficient and harmless dereligious effect was actually not expected by Ma Shao himself.

He originally just wanted to bring richer entertainment to the clansmen, nothing more.

But of course he was happy to see this, and it was a pleasant surprise.

That's what a party should be - just pure joy and nothing in it.

It was another happy party, the finale was the Apache band, the main members were three people, the horse whistle who whistled and arranged the music, the long stick who played the drums, and a dude who played the flute, The name is "playing the flute".

Compared with the bands of later generations, this band is simply not too simple.

But for people of this era, it is already quite luxurious, and it is even more groundbreaking in the history of Indian music.

Cooperating with the various future music taught by the horse whistle, it can not only shock the Indians, but even the white people, at least Thomas and other white parents who accompanied their children to the party did.

They cannot understand language programs, but the beauty of music knows no borders.

After the party was over, the Sleeping Bear clan left one after another amidst laughter, and went back to rest.

Several white parents sat together with complicated expressions.Judging from their appearance, it seems that they want to have a drink.

But they felt like there was no alcohol here, at least they didn't see anyone drinking at the party, it was so strange, didn't it mean that many Indians were alcoholic.

"Thomas...what do you think?" A tall, thin white man looked at Thomas hesitantly.

"What do you think?" Thomas said softly, a little absent-minded, his son had already fallen asleep in his arms.

"I mean the party."

"Not bad." Thomas said casually.

The thin and tall man moved closer: "I think the atmosphere just now was amazing, don't you think? I've never seen such a scene, a thousand people gathered together to laugh for an hour!"

Thomas nodded: "Indeed."

Another white parent chimed in: "I really wonder what the comedy was about, and judging by the reactions of these Indians, it seemed like the best comedy in the world."

The thin and tall man sighed: "Well, I even want to live here a little bit. They are also good to my children, unlike those savages I have come into contact with before."

"Are you serious, man?" The others thought the idea was outrageous.

The lanky man said nonchalantly, "Why not? Look at our president, Mr. John Taylor, he looks like a stupid groundhog. He was even expelled from his own political party! There wasn't a single town in America that loved him as much as these Indians loved their chief."

As soon as this remark came out, several white people immediately quarreled.

"What, you dare to call Mr. President a groundhog!" A bald white man stood up with an angry face, "Do you know how much our president has put in for Texas? You know How hard is he trying?"

"I'll scold him, what's wrong! Who cares about Texas, what I want is a richer and more dignified life! John Taylor annexed Texas, and the benefits are all rich and powerful, and What does it matter to me! If this country becomes the world's most powerful country, will my life be better than that of people in other countries?" The tall and thin man said a lot like pouring beans.

The other party was red-faced, but not good at speaking: "You, you Irish idiot!"

"British, I've long since seen you upset—"

No matter how fatuous, tyrannical or wise a leader is, there will be supporters and opponents at the same time, which is the same in any country in any era.

But in many white countries, especially the United States, it is particularly prominent.

Several people quarreled here for a long time, almost got into a fight, and finally broke up unhappy.

The next day, the white people who visited the children returned to Clark Town, but they were divided into two groups.

Of course, the Sleeping Bear Clan didn't know this, they built houses and promoted writing as usual.

Compared with last year, the Clan Elementary School is much more formal, consisting of four wooden houses, and it is still expanding.

Among the four houses, one belongs to the lower grades; one belongs to the upper grades; one is used to literacy for middle-aged and elderly people with poor learning ability, so that they can at least write their names and numbers; the other one belongs to "foreign students", That is, Comanches and whites.

Teachers are still lacking.

The lower grades and middle-aged and elderly literacy classes are okay, but there is still only one teacher in the upper grades, and there are a few teaching assistants, but these people are not yet up to the level of taking on teaching tasks alone.

The main lecturer of the literacy class is Shi Ya. His academic performance in the lower grades is not bad, and more importantly, his status as a shaman chief makes it easier for middle-aged and elderly people to respect him.

"... Alcohol is a kind of medicine, and medicine should not be taken indiscriminately. I know there are still some people who secretly drink alcohol, but if you don't want your body to decay quickly and fall into hell after death, you'd better give up this dangerous drink. "Shi Ya narrated the content of the general knowledge class in class, and mixed in some private goods, that is, drinking and going to hell.

"We should still do what the chief said - drink more hot water."

"Hot water is the cleanest drink."

"Be sure to drink plenty of hot water. The chief is the messenger of the great spirit, and his words can't be wrong." The stone crow continued to mix private goods.

But it turns out that for middle-aged and older people in literacy classes, that might be the best way to teach them.They seem convinced.

At this moment, a woman hurried into the classroom and whispered something in his ear.

"I have something urgent to leave for a while." Shi Ya's expression changed slightly, and then he said, "Feng Sheng, come and give me a lecture for a while."

"Oh, good..." Fengsheng had excellent grades, and soon graduated from the lower grades and served as a teaching assistant, but his expression and tone were full of helplessness for Shiya's arrangement.

Not because he was timid, but because his father was among the students he was going to face, he said loudly.

"Small it!" Said loudly and really got excited, and waved to his son teacher from the seat.

(End of this chapter)