1840Indian rebirth

According to Mashao's plan, Mianxiong City developed in an orderly manner, promoted writing, reclaimed farmland, built houses, and trained soldiers...

In addition, he has another important job recently - economy.

With the popularization of currency, Arabic numerals, and basic arithmetic, some commercial activities gradually emerged in the tribe, and people became accustomed to using currency for various settlements.

Some people even know how to take advantage of information asymmetry, buy low and sell high, and earn some profits by flipping extremely limited quantities of goods.

The horse whistle didn't care about them, because the people who did this kind of thing so far were all drunkards, and the money they earned would soon be spent in the drinking room and go into the pockets of the Liquor and Pharmacy Bureau, which was equivalent to actively paying the "drinking tax"

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Sure enough, smokers and drinkers, both at home and abroad, in ancient and modern times, are full of dedication.

People's concepts of wealth are also gradually changing, or from vague to concrete.

Mashao first created an Apache word "economy", and then established a new department called the "Department of Economic Affairs" to manage all matters related to the economy.

Of course, this department is almost an empty shell, because there are no economic talents in the tribe and there are no complex economic problems.

At present, there is probably only one economic issue that really requires Mashao to devote his attention to, which is improving public ownership.

As an Indian clan in a Stone Age society, the economic system originally had a large public ownership component. After Mashao became the chief, this was strengthened and he controlled almost all production and distribution links.

However, previous distributions were all about direct distribution of materials, such as beef, cowhide, etc.

Now that currency is widespread, naturally it can no longer be distributed completely in this primitive way, otherwise it will not only be inefficient, but also not conducive to centralization.

Through the use of currency, Mashao will be able to concentrate surplus value from tribe members just like capitalists, which is naturally a concentration of power.

For example, when organizing a hunt, he could choose to pay the tribesmen two thousand U.S. dollars first, and then sell the harvested beef to the tribesmen for three thousand U.S. dollars, thus giving him one thousand U.S. dollars.

With this thousand dollars, he could use it to buy iron tools, muskets, and even various products from the white world from white people.

It can also be used to give orders to the tribesmen through economic means, such as purchasing the spirits from the tribesmen, or using bonuses to encourage the Comanches to learn the Apache language.

Of course, if Ma Shao does this, the final result may only be an economic crisis, and part of the beef cannot be sold, just like the milk that was dumped during the Great Depression.

Therefore, the price of beef he set was basically equal to the remuneration of the tribesmen, or even slightly lower, and by the way, he sent currency to the tribesmen to avoid deflation.

However, the above does not include bison hides.

Most of the bison hides must be exported to the white world, and this is almost the only product that the Indians can export.

These cowhide for export are the real surplus value collected by Mashao from the tribe.

With the current size of the tribe, the hides obtained from hunting every month can bring thousands of dollars in revenue to the tribe.

Coupled with the revenue from Clark Town and the "alcohol tax"...the tribe's monthly financial revenue is close to 20,000 US dollars.

Specifically, fiscal revenue in July was $19,260.81. There is no doubt that this is a gratifying figure.

This morning.

Ma Shao is giving lectures to white children. Apart from mathematics and science classes, this is his most important teaching job now.

So far, there are only a few people in the tribe who can use English relatively proficiently, and considering the special nature of educating white people, Ma Shao has always been involved in the battle himself.

The effect is quite good. So far, most of the white children from Clark Town can have simple conversations in Apache language, and they have long lost their resistance to the Apache tribe.

They even like horse whistles.

After all, they have never seen such a knowledgeable and interesting teacher. In front of an excellent teacher from the 21st century, their performance is no different from that of Indian children.

"Okay, get out of class is over, that's the end of today's class." Ma Shao put down the chalk, "Let's go play duel cards."

"Burn the cauldron!" the white children rushed out of the classroom excitedly.

Millie was the only one still sitting in her seat. Even with these white friends, she was often alone like this.

Seeing her wandering eyes, Ma Shao asked: "What's the matter, Milly?"

"I heard..." Milly moved her lips but stopped talking.

"What did you hear?"

Milly finally said: "I heard that you are a god...is it true?"

Ma Shao was embarrassed. This was of course referring to the Spiritual Enlightenment Sect, and now even Milly knew it. And it seemed to be a distorted doctrine. After all, the Spiritual Enlightenment Sect only said that he had divinity, and did not directly say that he was a god.

"Don't believe what they say." He said.

Milly almost interrupted him: "Sure enough!"

She stood up from her seat: "Even gods will not admit that they are gods, but you are indeed a god!"

Ma Shao asked back: "So, Xiao Milly, do you admit that you are a god?"

Milly shook her head and looked at him firmly: "I'm not, but this is different. You are obviously not a human being!"

"..." The horse whistle broke into sweat.

Milly said hopefully: "Since you are a god, can you grant my two wishes? We...can be considered friends, right?"

"I'm really not a god, and even those shamans didn't say that. They just said that I have divinity." Mashao really wanted to clarify.

Milly still has hope: "That's just one. It's just a small wish. You don't need to be particularly powerful."

"I can't do anything I wish for. Look at the scar on my arm. If I were a god, how could I not even get rid of such a small scar?" Mashao shook his arm.

Milly looked at the scar and was stunned for a moment, with a look of disappointment in her eyes: "Okay, you're right."

The horse whistle was about to say something else.

Suddenly there was a rush of footsteps outside the classroom, and several people rushed over.

"The Great Chief."

The horse whistle turned around and saw that the visitors were several tribesmen and an outsider. Judging from the style of clothing, this outsider seemed to be an Arapaho.

"Who is he?" He frowned slightly.

The Arapaho took the initiative to introduce himself, speaking Apache relatively fluently: "Dear Son of the Sky, I am the Messenger of the Crow, Toe."

The horse whistle couldn't help being surprised: "Crow? Why did he send you here? Is it to declare war?"

"Of course not. After you released us, we all worked hard to fulfill our commitments and did not want to start another war." Toe said, "But my visit this time did bring news of the war. This is an early warning from the crow."