1840Indian rebirth

Feng Sheng pretended not to hear, took a deep breath, walked to the podium, looked at the handout in his hand, and continued to popularize common sense to the middle-aged and elderly people in the classroom: "...Eat cooked meat as much as possible, raw meat is unclean and can easily cause diseases. Cows

Liver is a delicacy, but it should also be eaten cooked."

I said it loudly but blurted out: "Beef liver should be eaten raw, cooked beef liver has no taste at all!"

His voice was as loud as ever, as if he was shouting slogans, and other middle-aged and elderly people in the classroom also started talking after hearing his words.

"Quiet." said the wind.

But he was only fourteen years old. He had neither eagle feathers nor a powerful figure. He had no authority at all in front of the elders.

The middle-aged and elderly people are chattering as much as they should, but they have no intention of being quiet at all.

Da Dao said that as his father, he naturally didn't care about his prestige. Coupled with the noisy discussions around him, Da Dao said even louder: "Son, you will know when you try raw beef liver. Dad definitely did not lie to you. Raw beef liver

Beef liver is really delicious.”

"This is what the chief said, including beef liver, all meat should be cooked!" Feng Sheng stuttered a bit, obviously feeling unstable.

This is what young teachers often do when faced with increasingly noisy and chaotic classrooms. Feng Sheng's situation is particularly severe, after all, the student who takes the lead in disrupting classroom discipline is his biological father.

He said loudly that he didn't take it seriously: "Oh, didn't the chief also say that 'nothing is absolute'... I have been eating raw beef liver for so many years, and I haven't seen anything happen."

At this time, a middle-aged man among the students suddenly said: "By the way, have any of you ever eaten something like a cow?"

"What the hell?" people asked curiously.

"That's what you said." The middle-aged man's smile became lewd.

"Oh, you are so ashamed!" the women said one after another, "You are so shameless."

Seeing that the classroom was about to turn into a party, no matter how calm the wind was, I couldn't help but blush and prepare to shout "Quiet" several times.

However, before he even opened his mouth, the next words he spoke loudly made him almost collapse.

"I've eaten awesome food!" Daodao said proudly, "If you don't believe me, you can ask my son!"

People immediately put on shocked expressions and turned to the wind with inquiring looks.

Feng Sheng's face turned red and white, and the hand holding his fist trembled slightly: "Can you please stop talking?"

"What's wrong? Didn't you eat it when you were a child? I fed it to you with my own hands and you still said it was delicious!" Dao Dao said again.

The class was in an uproar.

Feng Sheng's eyes were distracted and he was speechless: "..."

From then on until the end of the class, the class was full of discussions about the joy of eating cows. Daodao said that he was very proud to be the center of attention and taught his secret delicacies in detail.

Feng Sheng immediately gave up the lecture and sat in silence. When get out of class time came, he left the classroom without looking back.

He came to the door of another classroom, the one dedicated to learning Apache language for whites and Comanches. Ma Shao had just finished class.

"Chief..."

"What's wrong?" Ma Shao waved his hand to signal Feng Sheng to follow, and at the same time walked towards the chief's hall not far away.

The so-called chief's hall is just a name. In fact, no matter from any angle, this chief's office and clan meeting room cannot be called a "hall", it is just a slightly larger wooden house.

The two entered the chief's hall, sat on the chairs, and said in the wind: "Chief, I don't want to be a teaching assistant or teacher anymore, at least don't let me be a teaching assistant or teacher in the literacy class."

Ma Shao looked at his haggard and depressed expression and guessed the truth: "Because of your father?"

Feng Sheng nodded.

Ma Shao was silent for a moment: "Although it may hurt your back to stand and talk, I still suggest you try to communicate with your father as much as possible."

"It's useless." Feng Sheng sighed, "He is not an ordinary father, he is one of the rare ones... He can't even speak in a low voice, and his name is like a curse."

"You are also rare. You are rare and excellent." Ma Shao was not lying. Feng Sheng was his first friend who came to this world, and he knew Feng Sheng very well.

Especially after the establishment of elementary school, Feng Sheng showed quite amazing learning ability. He learned words very quickly and also showed good talent in mathematics.

In just a few months, he was able to teach lower grade and literacy classes, and his math level was second only to Long Stick among all students.

You know, Chang Guan is already over 20 years old, and he is the earliest student of Ma Shao. He is much older than Feng Sheng in both physical age and school age.

If he were in China, Feng Sheng would definitely be regarded as a young genius. Considering that he also has a disabled father, he might have a chance to reenact the famous scene of "hurting Zhong Yong".

It is a pity that Indians do not have the tradition of attaching importance to culture and education.

Not to mention attaching importance to cultural education, even cultural education itself has just started, so people don't think the rumors are anything special. In the eyes of some people, academic performance is not as important as duel card performance.

Even if a few people are aware of the importance of cultural knowledge, they will not feel that the news is so serious. After all, there is an existence in front of them that they cannot understand at all, that is, the also fourteen-year-old chief Ma Shao.

Just as the scorching sun prevents people from seeing the stars, the presence of horse whistles also makes the sound of the wind sound no different from ordinary people.

"A rare father, a rare son, isn't that great? Maybe he gave you all his wisdom." Ma Shao smiled.

Feng Sheng said nothing.

Ma Shao put away his smile and said with some seriousness: "I don't know if you realize that we have entered a special era."

"Indeed." Feng Sheng nodded, "This is the change you brought about. Our lives are very different from before."

The horse whistle shook his head: "You may not understand what I mean. I am not talking about the results of changes, but the process. In the past, our lives also had changes, such as the horses brought by Europeans, but the changes were generally gradual.

"

"It's different now. The pace of change has accelerated. I hope to teach you the knowledge of white people and my own thinking as soon as possible."

“Indigenous societies may change more in the next two decades than in the past 350 years combined.”

In fact, Ma Shao was being conservative.

If all goes well with his plan, the Indians will complete a journey equivalent to 10,000 years for many civilizations in the next twenty years, flying from the Neolithic Civilization to the Electric Civilization.

"What does this mean? It means a huge generation gap, an unprecedented generation gap - the Apaches twenty years from now will generally be hundreds of years ahead of their predecessors in knowledge."

The sound of the wind is thoughtful.

Ma Shao continued: "In a stagnant society, the elders have an absolute obligation to educate the younger generations."

"But in such a rapidly changing society, not only the elders have an obligation to educate the younger generation, but the younger generation also has an obligation to the elders. So, Feng Sheng, if you love your father, you should shoulder the responsibility of educating him."

Feng Sheng thought for a while and then said: "But, I don't seem to love him at all."

"..." Ma Shao's expression froze.