1840Indian rebirth

Two months later.

Due to the return of Feng Sheng's rude father, Ma Shao's identity has undergone a huge change - from one of the only orphans to the only one.

But this did not make Ma Shao more lonely. In fact, in order to stay away from his father, Feng Sheng spent more time on combat training and getting along with Ma Shao, his only peer.

As the time spent together increased, Feng Sheng discovered that compared to the past, Ma Shao seemed to have become very smart and... humorous, and sometimes even managed to break through his super high point of laughter.

This is normal. After all, Ma Shao is a person in the Internet age, and the jokes and gossip in his head are at least two orders of magnitude more than the rumors.

So the two became good friends.

Every time Ma Shao goes out to collect ingredients, he will call Feng Sheng together.

He is happy to do this. A reasonable diet has a great effect on children. In his opinion, this is buffing future teammates.

"Today is fishing, right?"

"That's right."

The two prepared fishing gear - spears, and headed to the nearby river. Of course, there were also self-defense weapons, bows and arrows, and Kentucky rifles for horse whistles.

The Mianxiong clan eats less fish and shrimp, but they still have some fishing techniques, such as the spear fishing technique common among Indians, which is the technique of spearing fish in shallow waters.

After two months of practice, the two have mastered this technique and the efficiency is pretty good.

Today's harvest was very good. After a busy period, they returned to the camp with a few river fish totaling nearly 20 kilograms. Of course, two children couldn't eat so many fish. They usually make dried fish, like beef jerky, for long-term use.

save.

While walking on the road, the horse whistle whistled to the tune of "Moon Boat".

There is no way, the family talent is too strong, just like his father, his whistle is also very loud and clear, it can basically be used as a musical instrument.

At the beginning, Feng Sheng tried to imitate it, but now he has given up. He listens to music with peace of mind and enjoys the Walkman experience more than a hundred years in advance.

Someone borrowed a fire and they began to cook the fish.

"Son, are you cooking fish? Come on, put in some bison meat!" he said loudly, running over and pouring a bunch of bison meat jerky into the stone pot without any explanation, causing the soup to splash everywhere.

Not to mention this move, even the horse whistle could not help but frown.

"Can you please lower your voice?" Feng Sheng said.

"Is this considered loud? How quiet do you want me to be?" Daodao said, eyes wide open, and the birds in the sky bowed their heads to observe, but the tribesmen had long been accustomed to it.

"..." Feng Sheng took a deep breath, his body trembled slightly, and his eyes became distracted.

He was obviously angry. But he was not angry with his father, but with himself. He was angry with himself for saying, "Can you please lower your voice?"

He clearly knew that this sentence could only be exchanged for "this is considered loud", but he still couldn't help it. He felt that he was a waste.

Ma Shao saw all this.

It has to be said that Daosheng's personality and habits are more like a child's than Feng Sheng's. It's no wonder that Feng Sheng doesn't want to be with his father and avoids him whenever he can.

He said loudly that he would not change, or that he could not change at all. He only clumsily moved closer to his son for various reasons, thinking that this could save some of the father-son relationship, but the result was just the opposite.

Feng Sheng had no choice but to remain silent as much as possible. Persuasion, crying, and getting angry would only be a waste of energy. Because of his father's existence, his entire childhood was an exercise in silence and patience.

"Son, let me tell you a story. Do you know why the rabbit likes its tail?" He said loudly as if he remembered some interesting story.

"..." Feng Sheng lowered his head and said nothing.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward, but of course it was only filled with the sound of horse whistles and wind, so I couldn't even notice it if I spoke loudly.

Fortunately, at this moment, a panicked cry suddenly came from a tent: "Help! Help my brother!"

"What's wrong?"

"What happened?"

After hearing the news, the tribesmen rushed over one after another. Horse whistles, wind noises and loud shouts were heard, and of course they rushed over.

When they arrived, they saw a 13-14-year-old long-haired boy lying on the ground outside the tent. He was covering his neck with his hands, his face was red, his eyes were rolling, and he was about to lose consciousness.

"What's wrong with the messy hair?" Shaman Stone Crow asked.

The wild-haired brother looked anxious: "He...he choked."

Choked.

Although this may sound like a small problem, in fact, for a long time, it was not uncommon for people to choke to death while eating.

Even in future generations, the number of deaths caused by choking will be similar to that caused by traffic accidents.

Indian shamans are also doctors, but in fact they are at most amateur psychologists. They have very few skills that can be truly considered medical, and most of them are concentrated in the field of trauma.

So soon Shiya clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, and muttered: "Great Spirit bless, Great Spirit bless..."

"Great Spirit bless, Great Spirit bless..." The tribesmen also began to pray.

"Get out of the way!" The horse whistler didn't squeeze in for a long time, and suddenly became a little anxious. He squeezed and shouted, and finally squeezed in through the crowd.

He couldn't help but rush forward and perform the Heimlich maneuver.

Ma Shao asked others to help Luan Fa from the side. At the same time, he stood behind Luan Fa. He moved his left hand from behind to in front of him and made a fist, so that the tiger's mouth was facing his upper abdomen. Then he held his left fist with his right hand and moved toward him quickly and rhythmically.

Abdominal shock.

He is still young, so he needs help and a lot of strength.

"What is the little whistle doing?"

"Needless to say, it's obviously dancing!" She said loudly.

Dance your mother!

Hearing these words, Ma Shao couldn't help but curse in his heart, saving people could be regarded as dancing.

However, this is not too outrageous. In the eyes of many Indians, dancing is indeed a method of healing.

Ten seconds later.

He spat out a piece of bison meat with a wild "Wow", and then was supported by someone. Stars were flying in his eyes while he was breathing heavily. He couldn't catch his breath for a long time.

“The wild hair is saved!”

"How this is done is incredible!"

"The little whistle must have been inspired by the Great Spirit!"

Seeing that the person had been saved, the horse whistle was relieved and thought about how to explain the Heimlich maneuver in a materialistic language that the tribesmen could understand.

"When you hit his stomach, the air in his stomach will of course push things out." Ma Shao explained as plainly as possible while demonstrating the action.

The action is very simple and people can learn it immediately.

But there are still many people who believe that this is the revelation of the Great Spirit - the so-called Great Spirit can be understood as the God of the Indians, but it is more abstract, somewhat similar to the concept of "Holy Light", which is a relatively primitive and hazy concept.

Belief.

It doesn't matter if the tribesmen think so, the shaman Stone Crow also thinks so.

He first calmed down from the surprise, and then pondered for a while: "Little whistle... you come with me."