1840Indian rebirth

"What on earth do you mean?" The chief guarding the tent looked directly at the horse whistle, with suppressed anger in his voice.

Ma Shao also felt that he was a little over the top just now, but in this case, he just wanted to express his thoughts and let the tribesmen resist alcoholism.

He took a deep breath, walked up to the four chiefs, and said, "You cannot drink large amounts of strong alcohol, especially for injured people. Drinking alcohol will make it difficult for their wounds to heal."

Naturally, the Apaches had never heard of this statement. After hearing this, everyone couldn't help but talk about it, and they were all doubtful.

"Drinking alcohol can make it difficult for wounds to heal. Is it true or false..."

"Isn't that right? When you bandaged me yesterday, you said that strong alcohol can heal wounds. Why is it different today?"

When the horse whistle heard this, he repeated what he had just said to the long stick: "Rinsing the wound with strong liquor before bandaging can indeed have a therapeutic effect, but drinking the liquor has no such effect. It is just like a bandage. If the bandage is

Eating it will only make your stomach hurt."

"Who told you this?" the tent-guarding chief asked, still angry in his voice.

Ma Shao hesitated for a moment and finally said: "My father told me."

In fact, given the cognitive level and traditional beliefs of the Indians, it is the most convenient choice to attribute the source of this advanced knowledge to the revelation of the gods.

Ma Shao also knows this.

But as a physics teacher from the 21st century, he has an instinctive resistance to pretending.

So after a short period of thinking, he could only leave it to his father who had passed away long ago. Anyway, there was no proof of death, so it was not up to him to decide how his father would praise him.

But as soon as he finished speaking, a possibly strange thought suddenly popped into his mind... Does this count as ancestor worship?

Forget it, never mind this.

"When I was a child, my father told me that he was once injured, and the wound was stained with mud, and there was only a bag of strong liquor around him, so he had to reluctantly use strong liquor to clean the wound. As a result, he unexpectedly discovered that after passing the strong liquor

With the cleaning, the wound healed much faster." Ma Shao said slowly while talking.

After everyone heard it, they didn't know whether it was true or not, but the story sounded quite reasonable, and there was a burst of discussion.

At this time, Chief Oak of Chiricahua suddenly said: "Drinking alcohol will slow down the healing of wounds. Who told you this?"

"...It's still my father." Mashao started to tell the story again, "He initially thought that drinking alcohol could have the same effect, but pouring alcohol into the wound was so painful, so he drank a lot when he was injured again. As a result,

The wound only worsened."

The scene was quiet for a while.

Then suddenly someone shouted: "I just drank a lot of wine, why didn't the wound get worse? You're not lying to us, are you?"

Mashao turned to look at the speaker: "Why should I lie to you? If you don't believe it, try it yourself and you will know. As long as you promise to drink a bag of wine in a day, I will give you all nine bags of spirits.

Just don't come to me if you lose your life."

This bag of wine is estimated to contain two liters, two liters of strong liquor every day, and if you drink it for nine consecutive days, let alone getting hurt, even if you don't get hurt, drinking like this is a sure way to die.

The man was not stupid: "Who can drink so much wine!"

Ma Shao looked at everyone: "You also know that people can't drink so much wine. But have you ever thought about why everyone can drink a bag of juice every day, but no one can drink a bag of spirits every day?"

People looked at each other, obviously unable to tell.

"Why?" Some people want to know the answer.

Mashao continued, minding his own business: "Because juice is a kind of food, and wine is a kind of medicine."

"medicine!"

"The characteristic of food is that there is no limit on the amount. A person can eat as much food as the size of his stomach. But medicine is just the opposite. Medicine must have a limit on the amount." Mashao continued, "People cannot drink until their stomach is full."

At the same time, wine can heal wounds, which perfectly proves that wine is actually a kind of medicine."

After a pause, he continued: "Since it is medicine, you must not take it indiscriminately. Taking it indiscriminately will cause bad consequences, such as dizziness and vomiting..."

It may not be reasonable to explain wine as a kind of medicine. But Ma Shao felt that only by saying this can the Indians intuitively realize the seriousness of alcoholism.

After all, Indians still have a certain understanding of the concept that "medicines should not be taken indiscriminately".

After hearing this explanation, many people present felt that it made sense, and the more they thought about it, the more it made sense.

"It turns out that wine is a kind of medicine. No wonder you feel so uncomfortable after drinking too much..."

"I have long thought that I shouldn't drink so much. You would rather drink until you vomit than believe me. You must believe me this time!" Of course, there are people in India who are against alcoholism, and they suddenly felt confident.

"You're right, you really shouldn't drink alcohol randomly."

"Yeah... But forget it this time. I drank half of it. Let's finish the rest."

"That's right. Let's finish the drink first this time."

Although Ma Shao's words made many tribesmen aware of the inappropriateness of alcoholism, there is always a gap between cognition and practice. Even if they understand that alcoholism is inappropriate, some people still cannot bear the addiction and drink the remaining wine.

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"This is the last time, I won't drink again!" the drunkards say with certainty.

Ma Shao felt a sense of relief. Although there was still a long way to go before the alcoholism was truly eradicated, at least there was a beginning.

The tribesmen already have an ideological understanding of alcoholism, and he believes that this understanding will spread among all Indians.

"I think what he said makes sense." Chief Oak also agreed with Ma Shao's idea. After thinking about it for a moment, he put down the wine bag and said, "Let's not drink it either."

The great chiefs of the Mescalero tribe and the Jicarilla tribe also nodded and put down the spirits in their hands.

The chief guarding the tent still had a straight face. He wanted to drink, but that was not the most important thing. What he cared more about was his dignity as a chief.

It's just that almost everyone now agrees with Ma Shao's views, but it's hard for him to get angry.

After being silent for a long time, the tent guard finally got up and left without saying a word.

As soon as he got the nine eagle feathers from the chief, the relationship became tense. Ma Shao naturally felt very embarrassed.

He wanted to redeem himself, but the chief didn't give him a chance and walked away without even looking at him.

Fortunately, at this time, the high priest of the Plains tribe came over on a rainy day and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I will persuade him."

"Thank you, High Priest." Ma Shao was a little surprised, but still thanked him.

Rainy Day waved his hand: "Actually, I don't agree with drinking. I think it's terrible to be drunk. It's just that the chief likes to drink, and I haven't found a good enough reason to stop people from drinking."

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ps:

In the Year of the Ox, I wish you all a speedy Spring Festival and a happy family.