1717 New American Empire

"Ahem!"

"You're awake, do you feel better? Is there anything else that feels uncomfortable?"

Xiao Lin was in a coma and felt very uncomfortable in his throat. He started coughing and woke up after coughing. However, the scene in front of him stunned him again. A primitive cabin looked a bit dilapidated.

Simple bows, arrows and spears were hung everywhere. Under him was a stone platform, which looked like a bed. His body and under his buttocks were covered with pieces of dried fur. And in front of him, there was something

A strangely dressed girl.

He was dressed in clothes made of linen and leather, and his hair was tied up in a circle, with a few feathers dyed dark red at the tips. Xiao Lin had only seen this look in image materials. The native Americans were regarded by white Europeans.

The Indians were massacred and driven out, and the population was reduced to ten, and they could only survive. But why could he understand the words of the Indian girl in front of him?

"Can you speak Chinese?"

"Chinese? What is that?"

"Then, do you understand what I said?"

"Of course, aren't we from the same race?"

People of the same race? Oh, yes, in fact, Indians and Chinese do have many similarities. Many Indians have yellow skin, black hair and black eyes. Judging from their appearance, they do belong to the same race. 21

In the 19th century, many novels related the Indians to the Chinese, saying that the Yin and Shang Dynasties were destroyed, and some people fled to the sea, probably coming to America.

However, the ancestors of the Indians were actually Semitic people from 10,000 to 5,000 years ago. They traveled from West Asia to Central Asia, absorbed part of the blood of the Pseudo-Aryans, and then headed north to Siberia and then to the Bering Strait.

After absorbing some elements of the Tungus people and the religion of the original Tungus people, they entered the Americas in several batches before the Bering Land Bridge disappeared.

Indians, also known as Amerindian or Amerind, is a general term for all Native Americans except the Inuit, who belong to the yellow race. The vast majority of the Native Americans are Indians, distributed in various countries in North and South America.

Traditionally, it is classified as the American branch of the Mongoloid race.

Of course, if you don’t specialize in studying this, you really can’t tell. Xiao Lin is lucky to be seen by the Indians as a fellow tribesman, not a white colonist. Otherwise, what awaits him will definitely be his head cut off in a coma.

, instead of all-out treatment.

Xiao Lin didn't know what time it was now, but he also knew that this place should be in the Americas, but he didn't know whether it was North America or South America. Because only these places would have Indian tribes.

"Do you know what time it is?"

"Time? Well, it's past half of the morning."

"No, I mean...forget it."

Xiao Lin once accidentally saw that Indians also have the concept of time, but it is not very developed. For example, in the Inca Empire, there was a huge sundial used to measure time: on a large round stone plate, the degrees were carved, and as the

When the sun rises and sets, the small stick in the center of the stone disk casts a shadow under the sunlight, indicating the time of the day. The Incas also determined the seasons through the changes in the sun's shadow and compiled a calendar to guide farming.

However, Xiao Lin hadn't thought that he would travel through time. He didn't know that when he was drunk, the gold coin hanging on his necklace projected a circular blue light under his feet.

Cave. Xiao Lin's body sank, and he disappeared as soon as he entered the light cave, and the light cave also disappeared. In this way, Xiao Lin went from Chongqing, China in the 21st century, to the North American continent in the 18th century. The 21st century is 2017, and

Here, it is 1717, exactly three hundred years ago.

Xiao Lin lay in bed for two days and two nights, relying on his strong physical fitness to survive. The most serious injuries he suffered were internal injuries caused by being hit when he rolled down the hillside. Although there were many external injuries, they were all skin injuries.

No muscles or nerves were injured. If there was any external injury, the Indians applied some plaster mixed with unknown ingredients on him, which stopped the bleeding and began to heal. However, the internal injuries still had to be healed on their own.

For this reason, Xiao Lin also wanted to ask if there were any civilized towns nearby to see if he could find a hospital. However, none of the Indians who rescued him could understand what he said. There is only one possibility, and this place is no longer

It's the 21st century. Because no matter how isolated the Indians are, they will not have any contact with the outside world. Xiao Lin has no choice but to temporarily settle down and take a good rest.

After several days of communication, he also found out the situation of this Indian tribe. This tribe has only more than 1,100 people, which is considered a small tribe, but there are 300 warriors, which is almost one-third of the total population.

The name of the tribe is Eagle, which is also the name of the clan leader. Everyone who becomes the clan leader must change his name to Eagle. The tribe seems to be very united, at least with a basic division of labor system. However, the tools used

, it is still relatively primitive and can only forge the roughest iron tools, such as arrowheads, gun heads and knives.

The person who saved him at the beginning was called Apache, the eldest son of the tribe leader and the future successor of the tribe. And the woman he saw when he woke up was Apache's sister, Pearl, known as the most beautiful woman in the tribe.

However, after seeing the faces of all the tribal women, Xiao Lin agreed with this point of view. Apache was probably in his twenties and seemed to be the same age as Xiao Lin. Pearl, on the other hand, was only fifteen or six years old, equivalent to a

High school student.

Although Xiao Lin has no talent, his knowledge is not comparable to theirs. Apache and Xiao Lin like to talk to each other. They feel that they can learn a lot from Xiao Lin, and regard him as a wise man like an elder. Pearl, on the other hand, is praised by Xiao Lin.

I was attracted by the endless stories in the book. The little girl is innocent and romantic, and always hopes to have more color in her life. She especially loves to listen to the stories of Hua Mulan, and she seems to be a little girl.

After lying in bed for another week, Xiao Lin finally felt better after being nourished by the pheasant soup that Apache helped make. Xiao Lin was able to move around freely. The first thing Xiao Lin did was to take a good bath. There was no special place for bathing in the tribe.

, and there is a creek nearby, where the tribesmen wash their hands.

Xiao Lin couldn't wait to take off his beggar's uniform and jumped into the creek. Just as he was washing, Pearl's voice sounded.

"Brother Xiao Lin, I'm here to give you clothes."

"No, no, Pearl, don't come over yet."

Xiao Lin had never exposed his body in front of a little girl. He was so frightened that he quickly covered his lower body. Pearl didn't hear Xiao Lin's words clearly and ran over directly.