1840Indian rebirth

"Now there are four clans that have decided to join us." Stone Crow said as he took a scroll from his waist and opened it to reveal a map. The map showed a nearby area of ​​several hundred kilometers and marked many Indian clans.

s position.

He pointed to the map and continued: "If we follow this route when we return, we can pass through these four clans, and then we can take their people with us and return to Sleeping Bear together."

The horse whistle took a look and found that the route Shi Ya pointed to was almost the same route that the Mian Xiong Clan took when they came, but with a slight detour. If everything goes well, they should be able to return to the Mian Xiong Clan in half a month at most.

"what do you think?"

The horse whistle nodded: "Let's go like this. Let's make preparations and officially set off tomorrow."

Then he suddenly remembered something and hesitated for a moment and said: "By the way, it's raining. What did he say?"

In the past few months, he had gotten along with Yutian the most and got along best with each other. If possible, he hoped that Yutian could also join the Sleeping Bear clan.

"After all, he is the high priest of the tribe, so of course he went back with the chief." Stone Crow said, "But before he left, he told me that he had asked the newspaper delivery person to deliver the newspaper to the Sleeping Bear clan in the future."

Ma Shao nodded and said nothing.

After a day of preparation, under his leadership, everyone left the camp, a total of ninety-eight people, and set off to the east.

"This expedition is really unexpected." As he walked on the road, Shi Ya sighed again. He looked back at the team behind him, "I was originally worried that there would be a few less people, but I didn't expect that there would be so many more people."

"Not many. Counting their clansmen, the four clans have at most six to seven hundred people. Including ourselves, the total number is less than a thousand." Ma Shao said.

In his previous life, he grew up in China, which is the country with the largest population. Mashao's concept of population is naturally deeply Chinese.

There are eight to nine hundred people, which is the level of a village in China, and it is not a big village, so it is not a large number of people.

"Isn't that much?" Stone Crow and even other Indians certainly wouldn't think so. "With their addition, we may become the largest clan."

"What's more, other clans will definitely join in the future. I'm afraid that within a few years, the population of the Mian Xiong clan will reach a terrifying number. For example -" He thought for a moment, and finally thought of something he thought

An astonishing number, "Three thousand people!"

"..." Looking at Stone Crow who excitedly held out three fingers, Ma Shao was speechless for a while.

"Strange, why do you still think this is not a lot? This is three thousand people. I have never seen so many people in my life." Shi Ya said.

After a while, he changed the subject: "There is no doubt that people trust you. How do you plan to manage so many people?"

"First, we need to settle down." Mashao said.

Many Indian clans, including the Sleeping Bear clan, make a living by hunting and often migrate back and forth following buffalo herds.

The Sleeping Bear Clan is doing pretty well. It is located in the middle of the United States, the climate is relatively mild, and the buffalo herds nearby are still prosperous. Therefore, the settlement is relatively stable and they have not moved far away in the past few years.

But if you want to develop industry and agriculture, this semi-settled state is obviously not enough. You must have a long-term settlement.

"Settle down? What if the bison herd moves to a distant place?" Stone Crow couldn't help but ask. This was also a question that many tribesmen had.

"So we still need to develop agriculture." Ma Shao said, and then looked back, "Tu Kuan, I remember that you have experience in growing corn, right?"

The round-faced young man known as Clod is a Navajo. Navajo and Apache people are closely related. Their languages ​​are both Apache, and it is common for Navajo people to live together together.

Tu Kuan nodded and replied: "The clan I originally belonged to grew corn. Later, I joined the current clan and hunted bison with me."

"In the future, we will develop agriculture and cannot just rely on bison." Ma Shao said.

North American bison are difficult to tame, and eating bison as a staple food is no different than sitting on a mountain and eating nothing. But he knows that in the 21st century, bison have become protected animals.

The result of the Indians' dependence on bison is that they are endangered together with the bison, and it is imperative to develop agriculture and animal husbandry.

Everyone was riding forward while talking about the clan's future development plan. Unknowingly, they came to a small river with many vegetation growing around it.

"hiss--"

At this moment, the black blade under the crotch of the horse whistle suddenly neighed and stopped in place.

"What's wrong?" Ma Shao leaned over and patted Heifeng, trying to understand its thoughts.

"Hiss--" Heifeng slowly took a few steps and came to a dense bush, then stopped again and kept shouting.

Everyone looked at each other in shock.

The horse whistle looked at the bushes in front of him and frowned.

Is there something inside?

The horse's sense of smell is still very sensitive, at least much more sensitive than humans, so even though he didn't feel anything, he had reason to believe that there might be something hidden in the bushes.

He immediately dismounted, took the dagger, and carefully groped through the bushes.

However, as soon as he made a move, he saw the bushes shaking, and then the girl's collapsed cry suddenly broke out: "Wow - help!"

Immediately, a white girl wearing a beautiful white dress but in rags staggered out of the bushes like a panicked deer.

She didn't run a few steps before she fell to the ground and threw herself hard on the ground.

"Dad, Mom, wuwuwu..." She struggled to get up and continued to cry. The mud was mixed with tears and snot smeared all over her face. She looked disgraced and there was some blood on her body.

The girl got up, but unfortunately there was a river in front of her, and a group of Indians with guns and ammunition behind her. However, she had no way to escape. She could only stand pitifully by the river, crying and looking around.

Someone pointed a gun at her.

Ma Shao quickly raised his hand and signaled: "She is just a child, don't hurt her."

The tribesman put down the gun, walked up to the girl, organized his speech, and said in English: "Are you okay?"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..." The girl said nothing, still wiping her tears.

"We are good people." Mashao was limited by his English proficiency and could only speak this kind of conversation that sounded a bit retarded.

"Good... good person?" The girl's fear seemed to have eased a little. She looked up at the horse whistle in front of her and felt that he did look like a good person, or rather handsome.

"That's right, we won't hurt you." Ma Shao nodded and asked, "What's your name?"

"My... my name is Milly." The girl said with a slightly sobbing voice. She looked eleven or twelve years old. Although she had a gray face, her moist eyes were very bright.

"Where are your parents? Why are you hiding there?" Ma Shao couldn't think of what to say to the bushes, so he pointed his finger.

Milly hesitated for a while, and finally seemed to have made up her mind: "You are a good person...can you save my parents? They, they are over there."