1840Indian rebirth

"Uh, she is Milly." Ma Shao felt a hint of trouble, "She is also a member of the clan now."

The little sparrow pursed her lips: "Isn't she a white person? Why did you go on an expedition and bring back a white girl?"

"To be precise, I came back with eight hundred people, and she is just one of them." Ma Shao paused, "As for her white status, it does not affect her becoming one of us."

The little sparrow said in confusion: "Aren't white people our enemies? Brother Whistle, you keep saying that."

"White colonists are our enemies... Maybe you don't quite understand what a colonizer is, but at least there are good people, bad people and even all kinds of people in any large group. Not all white people are our enemies." Ma.

Shao slowly explained, "Milly is just like you, she is just a child."

When the little sparrow heard this, his face turned slightly red, and he turned his head with some embarrassment: "I am not a child anymore! Brother Shaozi, you are really, you are only half a year older than me, but you always call others a child just because you are taller!"

Ma Shao looked slightly embarrassed. Indeed, he always forgot that his current biological age was less than fourteen years old.

He added: "She has just lost her parents and is a poor child. If we don't take her in, she will probably be eaten by wild beasts."

"Think about that desperate scene. A dirty little girl stumbled and ran in the wilderness, sometimes looking back in panic. She ran as hard as she could, but was still easily caught up by the gray wolf behind her, and then she cried and begged.

Don't eat her, gray wolf..."

"Ah!" the little sparrow screamed, and Ma Shao's vivid description made her face turn pale.

Ma Shao then said: "So, should we just leave her on the grassland like this?"

The little sparrow was speechless.

The whistle patted her head again: "It's getting late, go and have some rest. By the way, don't forget your Chinese writing class in a few days."

"Word class?"

"I will teach you the Apache script I invented. All children...young people must learn it, and some older people must learn it too."

The little sparrow leaves.

Then Ma Shao walked towards Milly, sat down and asked, "Are you not used to it?"

Milly's face showed frustration as she nodded: "No one talks to me... No one here understands English except you, and I don't understand your language."

"There will always be such a process." Ma Shao comforted, and then thought for a moment, "Are you literate?"

"Yeah." Milly nodded.

Ma Shao found some English newspapers. Although most of the old newspapers were wiped out by him, some newspapers that dealt with important news or that he thought might involve important news but could not understand were preserved. There were also many newspapers.

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"If you feel bored, you can read these newspapers." Ma Shao handed the newspaper to Milly.

It is obviously inappropriate to let a girl under twelve years old read the newspaper every day, but it is obviously impossible for Milly to have more entertainment activities until she learns Apache language.

"Okay." Milly was not interested in the newspaper either, and it was night now. Although there was firelight, it was still a little difficult to read the text.

"Can you tell me a story?" She hesitated, "My mother used to tell me stories all the time."

"Um...what story do you want to hear?"

"Anything is fine, the best thing is about you."

Ma Shao thought for a while: "Let me tell you a story about adventure. The hero's name is 'Flame'."

"flame?"

"Yes, just like his name, this is a story about flames, to be precise, about 'strange flames'." Ma Shao explained in clumsy English, "The so-called 'strange flames' refer to certain

Special flames with magical powers. In this story, there are a total of twenty three types of 'strange flames'."

Although he had to be corrected by Milly every two sentences he said, and the process of telling was stumbling, this novel story still aroused great interest in Milly.

Mashao was gradually happy to do this, because it was obvious that this kind of communication, which could always be corrected in time, was the best way to learn a language.

The reason why it is easy to learn the mother tongue is because every mistake a child makes will be promptly corrected by adults, and adults always encourage children to speak.

"Shaman?" Milly opened her eyes wide.

What Ma Shao is talking about is the transliteration of shaman in Apache: "Shaman is a kind of...magic, strange ability, um..."

"wizard?"

"Yes, that's pretty much what it means." Ma Shao said, "Actually, I am also a shaman, but not the one in the story. That is a kind of myth and legend."

Milly nodded: "Why is there an old shaman in the ring of fire?"

"To be precise, it belongs to the shaman. That soul, yes, is the soul..." Ma Shao continued to tell the story. He actually wanted to tell the story of "Dou Po" more accurately, but was limited by English expressions.

Ability, he had to make various magic changes while talking about it.

After telling the story for two hours, he felt that even if Tudou came in person, he might not recognize the story he was telling...

"Whoosh-"

A big river surged ahead, and the splashing water added a lot of moisture to the air.

"Speak loudly, is this the river you fell into?" Ma Shao turned his head and said loudly.

He said loudly: "Yes, that's it! It almost drowned me, I still recognize it even if it turns into ashes!"

"Haha! The river water can't turn into ashes!" someone laughed.

The horse whistle unfolded the map in his hand, stared at it for a while, and then looked at the river in front of him.

"It should be Kansas..." he murmured.

The river in front of him was obviously not an unknown river, but it couldn't be the main trunk of the Mississippi River. By comparing it with the map and some information in his memory, he guessed that the river should be the Arkansas River.

Considering that the west is the Colorado Plateau, then this should probably be the later state of Kansas, a state located in the middle of the United States...