1840Indian rebirth

"Don't you think about developing agriculture, just planting corn or wheat or something like that?" Ma Shao asked.

Chief Shuanglang waved his hand, obviously not interested in agriculture: "I heard from some tribes in the east that farming depends on the sky, but who can see the sky clearly? It is easier to see bison, they run on the grassland, there are

Sound, smoke, footprints and cow dung... we always find them."

Horse whistle: "But there are more and more white people, and sooner or later they will drive out the buffalo herd."

"Maybe, but it's definitely still early in the day." Chief Two Wolf said unconcernedly.

"I still recommend that you learn to plant. In fact, the Mianxiong clan is planning to do this. I will go to inspect the land in the next few days." Ma Shao said, "As long as you are willing, we can cultivate farmland together."

Chief Two Wolf thought for a moment and felt that this was not a bad thing, so he nodded: "Okay, I will find some people to go with you... Changmao, you can speak Apache, you will take the lead when the time comes.

Let people go."

"Okay, Chief." Changmao responded.

Long hair is the translation for both of them. The man in his early thirties, as his name suggests, has a lot of body hair, lush eyebrows and beard. He doesn't smile very much, maybe because his eyebrows look strange when he smiles.

In fact, even when he wasn't smiling, he looked a little strange.

After all, Indians have the least body hair in the world, even less than Asians. Many of them have skin as smooth as dolphins, and most of them have sparse eyebrows and beards. Very few people have thick eyebrows or beards.

As far as body hair is concerned, long hair is definitely rare among Indians.

Chief Shuanglang was old and went to rest early, leaving Changmao and Mashao in the tent.

Changmao was about to leave, but the horse whistle stopped him: "Shangmao, if you are not in a hurry to rest, teach me some Comanche."

Since his rebirth, he has become more aware of the role of language and feels that he should learn more foreign languages, whether it is the language of white people or the language of Indians.

The next day.

Ma Shao led his clan members to leave the Shuanglang Clan and returned to the Sleeping Bear Camp.

The Sleeping Bear Clan's camp was still a bit messy, with many tents set up and moved. After all, there were 800 more people at once, and many people still couldn't adapt.

While eating and resting in the evening, the horse whistle summoned some people to prepare to discuss matters.

Including himself, he summoned a total of thirty-eight people, mainly including the chiefs, shamans, and military leaders of the original clans, as well as red women, jumping hoofs, and others who were in a certain group or field.

A person of great prestige.

Everyone was sitting around a bonfire, some people were still eating barbecue, and there were people watching from a little further away. It looked no different from a daily gathering.

There was no way, there was no meeting room, and the tent couldn't accommodate thirty-eight people and a campfire.

"We have formed an unprecedentedly large clan, with as many as a thousand people. This has never happened before in the history of the Apaches." Mashao said at the beginning, "So I decided to establish some new systems to manage the entire sleep.

The Bear Clan.”

"The first is the meeting system. Thirty-seven of you will form a 'clan meeting'. Meetings will be held regularly to report to me on the status of the clan. When important things happen, I will also take the initiative to summon you to ask for your opinions or make allocations.

Task……"

As a person from the 21st century, Ma Shao feels that such an institution is indispensable. After all, this applies to parliaments and congresses of various countries, to neighborhood committees and village committees.

Meetings are the most basic way for humans to organize and mobilize. Of course, the Mianxiong clan also held meetings before, but no formal system was formed.

Of course, Ma Shao also knew that power could not be dispersed casually, so he positioned this agency as his own subordinate agency, which was mainly responsible for execution, reporting and providing opinions, but could not make decisions on his own.

"The next step is the department system." He continued, "According to my preliminary idea, the Mianxiong clan will have the following six departments: planting department, shaman department, women's department, cattle and horse department, writing department, and military and military department. Departments

The person in charge is the department chief, referred to as the minister."

"The Planting Department is responsible for the development of agriculture, and Tu Kuan serves as the minister."

"The Shaman Department is responsible for managing all shamans, with Stone Crow as the minister."

"The Ministry of Women is responsible for managing women and children, and the red girl serves as the minister."

"The Cattle and Horses Department is responsible for horse breeding and hunting affairs, with Jumping Hoof as the minister."

"The Writing Department is responsible for promoting writing knowledge, and Chang Guan serves as the director."

"The Ministry of Military Affairs is responsible for military and public security affairs, and I personally serve as the minister."

Ma Shao added: "The above is just my preliminary idea. If you find any omissions in practice in the future, you can give me your opinions."

"How's it going? Do you have any opinions?"

After about five seconds of silence and looking at each other, an old man in his fifties, holding a cigarette stick, said hesitantly: "Chief, I have a question."

"What's the problem?" Ma Shao felt a little nervous. He was worried that his centralized behavior would cause dissatisfaction among some people.

The old man slowly asked his question: "What is 'system'?"

Horse whistle: "..."

He adjusted his breathing: "If you have studied words, you will understand the meaning of this word."

"Forget it." The old man obviously had no desire to learn and took a puff of his cigarette nonchalantly.

Ma Shao sighed: "Ministers must take writing classes. If anyone can't master basic writing knowledge, I will replace the minister."

Jumping Hoof asked: "Do I also want to learn writing?"

"Of course we must learn it." Ma Shao said, "Writing is the fundamental reason for the white people's strength. If we want to defeat them, we must also learn writing. Not only ministers, but everyone in the future must learn writing."

"Okay..." Jumping Hoof opened his mouth and finally just responded.

Shi Ya smiled and comforted him: "Writing is easy to learn. You are so smart, you will definitely be able to learn it in a few days."

Next, people asked Ma Shao several questions, but they were basically superficial questions, and they had no idea about the design of this system.

At the end of the meeting, Ma Shao looked at Tu Kuan, the newly minted planting minister: "Tu Kuan, find a few people in the clan who also have planting experience...come with me tomorrow to inspect the conditions of the nearby land."

"Oh, okay." Tu Kuan responded.

"Let's adjourn the meeting."

Everyone dispersed one after another.

The horse whistle stood up and moved its limbs. After taking a few steps, he bumped into the little sparrow head-on.

"What's wrong, little sparrow?" Ma Shao smiled and patted the girl's head, but there was some dissatisfaction on the girl's immature face.

"Who is she?" The little sparrow pointed, and the horse whistle looked over and saw Milly sitting alone in a corner not far away, looking around alone.