1840Indian rebirth

Shamans, or wizards, are generally held by knowledgeable and respected people within the tribe, and are second only to the chief in status.

Of course, small clans don't have so many rules. In Ma Shao's impression, whether the chief or the shaman, their intuitive feeling is similar to that of the uncle next door.

The horse whistle followed the shaman Stone Crow and soon arrived at the chief's tent.

The chief was in his fifties, with gray hair, but he was still strong and in good spirits. He held a cigarette in his hand and looked sad.

There was another person in the tent, a little boy, somewhat delicate-looking, about the same age as Ma Shao.

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

"Chief."

The old chief first turned his attention to Feng Sheng, another boy with a somewhat delicate appearance: "Feng Sheng, your father may be gone."

Feng Sheng was stunned and didn't react.

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 Great Spirit bless you."

At this time, the horse whistle already understood why the chief called them two. Naturally, he had to take care of these two poor little orphans.

His father died in the war last year, and his mother died in today's attack. Feng Sheng's mother died when she was giving birth to him, and he has been raised by his father. Now his father was washed away by the water, and he became an orphan.

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Ma Shao turned his head to look at Feng Sheng, preparing to say a few words of comfort.

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

The horse whistle was speechless for a moment: "..."

But this is not too surprising. Feng Sheng's character is extremely reserved, and he can't express his emotions and anger. He can be described as young and mature.

"Both of your parents are gone and you are still young. If you need anything in the future, please come to me and eat with me. If I am not here, you can go to Shi Ya."

"Also, you must work harder to practice fighting skills in the future and be the bravest warriors. Only in this way can we avenge the white people." At this point, the old chief tapped the ground with his tobacco pole.

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

"Been there, what happened?"

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

"An evil race, a group of shameless invaders." The old chief gave a brief reply, which was the consensus of the vast majority of Indians.

What Ma Shao wants is obviously not this: "When did the white people start invading us?"

"It happened a long time ago, probably three hundred years ago. First it was the British and the Spaniards who occupied our land, and now it's the Americans, but the white people all look the same." The old chief said slowly.

Ma Shao followed his words, making insinuations along the way, and finally brought the conversation to the topic of dates.

"...The United States once belonged to the United Kingdom, but later established its own country. As for the time of independence, according to them, it seems to be 1,776 years." The old chief said slowly.

The horse whistle then asked: "One thousand, seven hundred and seventy-six years? How do you calculate this? How many years is it now?"

The old chief frowned: "I don't know about that. It seems to be the birthday of a white god. It's now one thousand eight hundred and thirty-nine."

"That was last year, Chief." Stone Crow added.

"Oh, yes, this is last year's news. This year should be 1840." The old chief corrected himself as he patted his forehead.

1840!

When he heard this time, Ma Shao couldn't help but his eyes moved slightly.

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

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

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

But just thinking about it like this, and thinking about it carefully, I realized that it was not feasible.

First of all, he has to be an adult before he can consider anything else. Secondly, even if he is an adult, as an Indian, it will be difficult to board a ship to China in the United States. As for the Chinese...the Chinese workers have not yet come to the United States.

Well, how many Chinese are there in the Americas? Even if there are, their treatment is not much better than that of the Indians, and it is equally difficult for them to move forward.

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

When Ma Shao thought about wearing braids, he thought the Indian stone punk style was quite good.

"Don't run around and come into contact with white people by yourself, you know?" the old chief warned seriously, "it's very dangerous."

"I know." Ma Shao knew.

"Let's eat dried meat tonight. We have to prepare funerals for our clan members in the past few days," the chief said at the end.

The hunting was very fruitful. The clan hunted a lot of bison and had abundant reserves of fresh beef. However, at this time, the Mianxiong clan obviously had no intention or time to make food and could only eat some dried meat.