1840 Indian Rebirth

Chapter 64 [Father does not teach, son's fault]

Pretending not to hear the wind, he took a deep breath, walked to the podium, looked at the handouts in his hand, and continued to popularize common sense for the middle-aged and elderly people in the classroom: "... eat cooked meat as much as possible, raw meat is unclean, and it is easy to cause diseases. Liver is a delicacy, but it should also be cooked."

He said it loudly but blurted out: "Beef liver should be eaten raw, cooked beef liver has no taste at all!"

His voice was as loud as ever, as if he was shouting a slogan, and other middle-aged and elderly people in the classroom also started talking about it.

"Quiet," said the wind.

But he is only 14 years old, he has no eagle feathers, and his figure is not considered mighty, so he has no prestige in front of the elders.

The chatter that middle-aged and elderly people should chatter has no meaning of being quiet at all.

Say loudly that as his father, he naturally doesn't care about his prestige.Coupled with the noisy discussions around, the louder voice said: "Son, if you try raw beef liver, you will know that Dad definitely didn't lie to you. Raw beef liver is really delicious."

"That's what the chief said. All meat, including beef liver, should be cooked!" Feng Sheng stuttered, obviously emotionally unstable.

Faced with increasingly noisy and chaotic classrooms, young teachers often do this.Feng Sheng's situation is particularly grim. After all, the student who took the lead in disrupting classroom discipline is his biological father.

He said loudly and thought nothing of it: "Oh, didn't the chief also say that 'everything is absolute'... I have been eating raw beef liver for so many years, and I haven't seen anything wrong."

At this time, a middle-aged man among the students suddenly said, "By the way, has any of you ever eaten a cow?"

"What the hell?" People asked curiously.

"That's right." The middle-aged man's smile became wretched.

"Oh, you are not ashamed!" said the women one after another, "You are shameless."

Seeing that the classroom was about to turn into a party, no matter how calm the wind was, he couldn't help but blushed and was about to yell "Quiet" a few times.

However, before he opened his mouth, saying the next words aloud made him almost collapse.

"I've eaten awesome!" said loudly and proudly, "If you don't believe me, you can ask my son!"

People immediately put on a stunned expression, and asked the wind voice one after another.

Feng Sheng's face turned red and white, and his fisted hand trembled slightly: "Can you stop talking?"

"What's the matter, didn't you eat it when you were young? I fed it to you with my own hands, and you said it was delicious!" said loudly.

There was an uproar in the classroom.

Feng Sheng's eyes were slack, and he was speechless: "..."

From then on until the end of a class, the class was full of discussions about the joy of eating cows. He said loudly that he was very proud to be the focus of people, and he taught his secret delicacies in every detail.

Feng Sheng gave up the lecture directly, sat in silence, and when the get out of class time came, he left the classroom without looking back.

He came to the door of another classroom, the one dedicated to Apache for whites and Comanches, and the horse whistle had just finished.

"The Chief..."

"What's the matter." The horse whistle beckoned to signal the wind to follow, and at the same time, he walked towards the chief's hall not far away.

The so-called chief hall is just a name. In fact, no matter from any angle, this chief office and clan meeting room cannot be called a "hall", it is a slightly larger wooden house.

The two entered the chief's hall, sat on the chairs, and the wind said: "Chief, I don't want to be a teaching assistant or a teacher anymore, at least don't let me be a teaching assistant or teacher in a literacy class."

Ma Shuo looked at his haggard and frustrated expression, and probably guessed the truth: "Because of your father?"

Feng Sheng nodded.

The horse whistle was silent for a moment: "Although it may be a bit painful to stand and talk, I still suggest you to communicate with your father as much as possible."

"It's useless." Feng Sheng sighed, "He's not an ordinary father, he's one of the rare ones...he can't even whisper, and his name is like a curse."

"You are also rare, rare and excellent." Horse Whistle was not talking nonsense.Fengsheng was his first friend in this world, and he knew Fengsheng very well.

Especially after the establishment of the elementary school, Fengsheng showed an astonishing learning ability, learned characters quickly, and showed a good mathematical talent.

In just a few months, he can give lectures to lower grades and literacy classes, and his mathematics level is second only to the long stick among all the students.

You must know that Long Stick is already in his 20s, and he is the earliest student of Ma Shuo. He is much taller than Feng Sheng in terms of physical age and school age.

If it were in China, Feng Sheng would definitely be regarded as a genius boy. Considering that he still has a weak father, he might have the opportunity to repeat the famous scene of "Injury Zhong Yong".

It's a pity that Indians have no tradition of emphasizing cultural education.

Not to mention paying attention to cultural education, even cultural education itself is just in its infancy, so people don't feel that the wind is any big deal.Even in some people's opinion, academic performance is not as important as duel card record.

Even if a few people are aware of the importance of cultural knowledge, they still don't think the rumors are so strong. After all, there is a fundamentally incomprehensible existence in front of them, that is, the 14-year-old Chief Horse Whistle.

Just as the existence of the scorching sun makes the stars and the sky indistinguishable, the existence of the horse whistle also makes the wind sound indistinguishable from ordinary people.

"A rare father, a rare son, isn't that good, maybe he gave you all his wisdom." Ma Whistle smiled.

Wind said nothing.

Horse Whistle put away his smile, and said with some seriousness: "I don't know if you realize that we have entered a special era."

"Indeed." Feng Sheng nodded, "This is the change you brought about. Our life is very different from before."

But the horse whistle shook his head: "You may not understand what I mean, I am not talking about the result of the change, but the process. In the past, our life also changed, such as the horses brought by the Europeans, but the change is generally gradual. "

"It's different now. The speed of change has accelerated. I hope to teach you the knowledge of white people and my own thinking as soon as possible."

"Indigenous societies are likely to change more in the next 20 years than in the past 350 years combined."

In fact, the horse whistle is conservative.

If his plan goes well, the Indians will fly from Neolithic to Electric in the next 20 years, the equivalent of many civilizations' 1 years.

"What does this mean? It means a huge generation gap, unprecedented and unprecedented - the Apache people 20 years later will generally surpass their predecessors in knowledge by hundreds of years."

The wind sounded thoughtful.

Ma Shao continued: "In a stagnant society, the elders have an absolute obligation to educate the younger."

"But in such a rapidly changing society, not only the elders have an obligation to educate the younger generation, but also the younger generation who have grown up have obligations to the elders. So, Fengsheng, if you love your father, you should shoulder the responsibility of educating him."

Feng Sheng thought for a while, and then said: "But, I don't seem to love him at all."

"..." Ma Shao's expression froze.

The air was quiet for two seconds, and suddenly the stone crow hurried in from outside, seeming to be in a hurry.

Ma Shao asked, "What happened?"

(End of this chapter)