1840Indian rebirth

Next comes the clan unity ceremony. First is the sacrificial activity, where people pray around the bonfire, sacrifice to gods and ancestors, and totems of the clan.

The totem of the Sleeping Bear clan is a majestic North American grizzly bear. The giant bear lies in the ice and snow, sleeping with its eyes closed.

When the sacrifice is over, people drink wine and eat meat in laughter. At the same time, men and women observe each other and prepare for the establishment of a new family.

There are almost all widowers and widowers on both sides, and many new families will inevitably be born with the merger of clans.

The Sleeping Bear Clan has no tradition of brewing wine, and the wine they drink is obtained through exchanges or battles with other tribes.

These wines are basically made from corn and have very low alcohol content. Ma Shao tasted a little and felt that they were similar to the beers of later generations.

But he never liked drinking, and after taking a sip out of curiosity, he stopped touching it.

He only likes happy water.

"Musician." Shi Ya looked at Ma Shao with a smile, "Let our new tribesmen appreciate your music."

Before he finished speaking, more than a hundred eyes of men, women, old and young looked at the horse whistle one after another.

Although people often came here to listen to him whistle, it was the first time that so many people gathered at once, especially there were so many women among them, and he felt a little uncomfortable.

This gave him a strange sense of immediacy, as if he was performing in front of relatives during the Chinese New Year when he was a child in his previous life.

Of course, the inner embarrassment is rarely revealed on Ma Shao's face. Although his face is not thick, his quality is very good.

He thought about it calmly and pondered for a while, and then a melodious whistle sounded from his mouth.

The tune he played this time was "Ask Where the Road Is", which is the theme song of the old TV series Journey to the West.

He felt that the current atmosphere was quite suitable for this song.

You carry the load and I hold the horse; welcome the sunrise and send away the sunset...

The horses and luggage were beside the people, and the sunset had just set, and the bonfire in the center of Sleeping Bear Camp had just replaced its afterglow.

Although there is only music and no lyrics, the tribesmen are still deeply attracted by this song.

The melodious, melancholy and firm music made them calm down and listen attentively.

This is rare.

Indians have always loved lively gatherings when it comes to major gatherings, and there will often be people shouting "oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo [peaces]" from beginning to end.

However, at this moment, no matter who it was, even Feng Sheng's rude and noisy father, he obediently shut his mouth and listened to the music quietly.

After a while, in addition to the "cracking" sound of the campfire beating on the firewood and the "swishing" sound of the cold wind blowing from time to time, the only thing left in the entire camp was the long and leisurely tune of "I Dare to Ask Where is the Way"...

Ma Shao didn't take it seriously at first, but as everyone listened quietly, he became more and more into the state, and the memories of the past were played in his mind.

"good!!"

After he finished blowing, he stood up loudly, raised his hands above his head and applauded wildly. Others also followed suit.

This is a compliment from the heart.

In the Stone Age society of the Indians, exquisite whistles were absolutely comparable to the top musical instruments, and the tunes played by the horse whistles are classics of later generations, and they have a unique charm that transcends time and space.

Not to mention Indians, even Westerners who colonized the world in this era will probably feel like entering a new world after listening to this whistle song.

"It sounds so good!"

"That's a great whistle. Let's play another one, little whistle!"

"One more, one more..."

People were shouting and making noise, and the horse whistle had to blow a new one.

This time he played "The Sun Also Rises", the theme song of "Let the Bullets Fly."

Another charming piece of music, and the tribesmen listened quietly again. These brave and fighting Apaches seemed to have turned into gentlemen in the opera house at this moment.

However, this music, which often reminds Ma Shao of heroes, has a rather tragic tone. As some tribesmen listened, perhaps thinking of their dead relatives, they began to cry softly.

Mashao realized the problem and stopped quickly: "I'm sorry, everyone... this song seems a bit sad."

There was no blame on him, only admiration for the performer. Especially some children who were similar in age to Ma Shao looked at him with eyes filled with admiration.

At the end of "The Sun Also Rises", a group of children gathered around the horse whistle.

The first ones to run over were two children, a boy and a girl. They looked similar, but they didn't like each other. They were mostly siblings.

"You are so awesome!" The little girl looked young and fresh, she couldn't help but say, with little stars in her eyes.

The little boy hesitated: "How did you do it? Why can't I make any sound?"

"Huh, you're so stupid, of course you can't blow it!" the little girl choked, jumping a little as she spoke, as if trying to enhance the persuasiveness of this sentence.

"Say it as if you can blow it..." The boy curled his lips with disdain.

"Hello." Ma Shao smiled politely and introduced himself.

"Hello, hello! My name is Little Sparrow!" The girl's eyes sparkled and she quickly introduced herself.

"My name is little beast." The boy said.

Ma Shao was stunned.

"...What's your name?" He suspected that he heard it wrong.

"Little beast." The boy obviously knew that this name was embarrassing, and there was a bit of embarrassment on his face, "I don't like this name, but my mother always calls me that, and I don't have any other name... But sooner or later,

I will definitely get an extremely glorious name on the battlefield! Absolutely!"

Ma Shao was ashamed, but he also understood the situation.

Indians choose names at random, especially nicknames and nicknames, which are often embarrassing, even worse than "Goudan" in rural China.

Having said that, the name "little beast" is too...

"Nice to meet you, little beast." Mashao always felt strange after saying this.

"Can you teach me to whistle?" said the little beast.

"Teach us." Other children also said this, hoping to learn such magical skills.

"This is not easy to teach, you can only try it yourself." Although Ma Shao is a teacher, he has never taught the skill of whistling.

"Then you can play another one for us to see, and we can learn it ourselves."

"Okay." Ma Shao agreed, and then he played "Miracle Reappearance" and "Hot-Blooded Duelist" for these children. The passionate music style suddenly awakened the hearts of the 19th century middle school students and made them dance.

stand up.

The children danced and jumped, and the adults also began to dance around the bonfire. This is part of the ceremony and a way to find a partner.

Men and women gradually became pairs during the dance, and some even made engagements on the spot.

The ceremony ended late at night, and as people gradually came to an end, the old chief and Stone Crow sat in the corner and talked.

"Chief, don't you plan to get married again?" Stone Crow asked.

The old chief knocked the ashes from his cigarette on the ground: "No, I am very old and my health is important."

While the two were talking, their eyes gradually turned to the horse whistle not far away. The horse whistle was still sitting among a group of children, playing various novel tunes, talking and laughing.

These are all the sons and daughters of the newly arrived tribesmen, but at this time they all looked at Ma Shao with closeness and admiration.

"Chief, I feel that this child will become our hero." Stone Crow said sincerely.

But the old chief said slowly after a period of silence: "No, my shaman... you may be wrong."

"What?" Shi Ya was stunned.

The old chief's eyes showed vicissitudes of life: "I think he is more likely to become everyone's hero."

"Everyone? You mean-"

The chief did not speak anymore, but stood up from the ground where he had been sitting for a long time with some difficulty: "It's time to rest, let's go back."

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