1840Indian rebirth

Not only did I have to tell jokes, I also had to play music, and I almost even had to perform a sketch.

But when Ma Shao thought about it carefully later, the skit seemed a bit too unserious. The aura of comedy might not be a good thing for the chief. People want to laugh when the chief is mentioned. Wouldn't it be a loss of majesty?

So in the end, he just wrote sketch scripts instead of acting in them himself. As for these scripts, of course, they were mainly adapted from various comedies, sketches, and jokes he had seen in his previous life.

By Mashao standards, Indians generally have low laugh points, so the effect of these comedy scenes is outstanding.

As soon as the language program came to the party, the whole audience couldn't stop laughing, and the atmosphere was even more lively than a warm bonfire.

Due to his set of operations, various gatherings within the clan quickly became secular, and the religious attributes were greatly weakened, which in turn promoted the secularization of the entire clan without causing any dissatisfaction.

Everyone loves beautiful music and comedy that makes people laugh. This is an innate human instinct.

At first, a shaman came to Mashao and hoped that there would be more religious activities at the party, but Mashao said directly: Then there would be no time for sketches and music.

The shaman himself liked watching sketches and listening to music, so he compromised.

Finally, the post stipulates that religious sessions can only be held briefly at the beginning of various gatherings.

And this short religious session does not play a positive role in religion, because due to the existence of various exciting programs later, most people will be absent-minded or even bored when participating in religious activities.

Mashao himself did not expect such an efficient and harmless de-religious effect.

He initially just wanted to bring more entertainment activities to his tribe, nothing more.

But of course he was happy to see this, and it was an unexpected surprise.

That's how a party should be - just pure joy and nothing else.

It was another pleasant party, and the finale was the Apache band. The main members were three people, the horse whistle responsible for whistling and arranging music, the long stick responsible for beating the drums, and a man responsible for playing the flute.

The name is "Playing the Flute".

Compared with later bands, this band is not too simple.

But for people of this era, it was quite luxurious, and it was groundbreaking in the history of Indian music.

Combined with the various future music taught by Ma Shao, it can not only shock the Indians, but also the white people. At least this is true for Thomas and other white parents who accompanied their children to the party.

They cannot understand language programs, but the beauty of music knows no borders.

After the party ended, the people of the Sleeping Bear clan left one after another amidst laughter and went back to rest.

Several white parents were sitting together with complicated expressions. Judging from their looks, they seemed to want a drink.

But they felt like there was no alcohol here. At least they didn't see anyone drinking at the party. It was strange. Many Indians were drunk.

"Thomas...what do you think?" A tall and thin white man looked at Thomas hesitantly.

"What do you think?" Thomas said softly, a little absent-mindedly. His son had already fallen asleep in his arms.

"I mean this party."

"Not bad." Thomas said casually.

But the tall and lanky man came closer: "I think the atmosphere just now was great, don't you think? I have never seen such a scene, a thousand people gathered together to laugh for an hour!"

Thomas nodded: "Indeed."

Another white parent joined the discussion: "I really want to know what those comedy shows are about. Judging from the reactions of these Indians, it seems to be the best comedy in the world."

The tall and lanky man sighed: "Well, I even want to live here. They are also good to my children, unlike the savages I came into contact with before who yelled and killed."

"Are you serious, man?" Others thought the idea was outrageous.

The tall and lanky man said nonchalantly: "Why not? Look at our president, Mr. John Tyler. He is like a stupid groundhog. He was even expelled from his own party. I bet he can travel all over the world." There is no small town in the entire United States that loves him as much as these Indians love their chief."

As soon as this statement came out, several white people immediately started quarreling.

"What, you actually dare to call the president a groundhog!" A balding white man stood up with an angry look on his face, "Do you know how much effort our president has put in for Texas? Do you know How hard does he work?"

"I just scolded him, what's wrong!"

"You Irish fool-"

"British guy, I've long been unhappy with you——"

Every leader will have extreme supporters and opponents, and this is the same in any era and in any region.

But in many white countries, especially the United States, this is particularly prominent.

Several people quarreled here for a long time, almost got into a fight, and finally broke up unhappy.

The next day, the white people who had visited the children returned to Clark Town, but they were divided into two groups.

Of course, the people of the Mianxiong clan didn't know this. They continued to build houses and promote writing as usual.

Compared with last year, the clan primary school has become more formal. It consists of four wooden houses and is still being expanded.

Among the four houses, one belongs to the lower grade; one belongs to the upper grade; one is used to educate middle-aged and elderly people with poor learning ability so that they can at least write their names and numbers; and one belongs to "foreign students". That is, the Comanches and the white people.

Teachers are still scarce.

The literacy classes for lower grades and middle-aged and elderly students are okay, but for the upper grades there is still only one teacher, Ma Shao, and there are a few teaching assistants, but these are not yet at the level to shoulder the teaching task alone.

The main teacher of the literacy class is Shi Ya. His academic performance in the lower grades is not bad. More importantly, his status as a shaman minister makes it easier for him to gain the respect of middle-aged and elderly people.

"...Alcohol is a kind of medicine, and medicine cannot be taken carelessly. I know there are still some people who drink secretly, but if you don't want your body to decay quickly and fall into hell after death, you'd better give up this dangerous drink. "Shi Ya was talking about the content of the general knowledge class in class, and mixed in some private talk, that is, drinking and going to hell.

"We should still do what the chief said - drink more hot water."

"Hot water is the cleanest drink."

"Be sure to drink more hot water. The chief is the messenger of the Great Spirit, and his words will not be wrong." Stone Crow continued to mix in private goods.

But it turns out that for middle-aged and older people in literacy classes, this may be the best way to teach. They seem convinced.

At this moment, a woman hurried into the classroom and whispered something in his ear.

"I have something urgent and I have to leave for a while." Shi Yao's expression changed slightly, and then he said, "Feng Sheng, you can come and give lectures for me for the time being."

"Oh, okay..." Feng Sheng had excellent grades and soon graduated from the lower grades and served as a teaching assistant. However, regarding Shi Yao's arrangement, his expression and tone were full of helplessness.

It's not because he is timid, but because the students he has to face include his father, he said loudly.

"Smash it!" Daesao said, and he became excited as expected, waving to his son's teacher from his seat.