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Bai Nan squatted down, pulled up the panicked Indian child, and asked, "Can you understand what your uncle is saying?" ”

The child's big black and white eyes looked at Bai Nan, and he nodded after a while, "School, taught." ”

Bai Nan asked, "Are you a Tunwa or a Yokuz?" ”

"Jokuz." The child replied honestly.

"What stealing buns from the public cafeteria?"

The child's Chinese still seems to be relatively unfamiliar, but when he saw Bai Nan pointing to the bun in his hand, he roughly guessed what Bai Nan meant, and he hid the bun behind him and said, "Eat it yourself." ”

Bai Nan frowned and said, "Doesn't your school feed you?" ”

The child's face turned a little red, but finally he whispered, "Eat enough." ”

After the successive extermination of the Tuwa and Yokuz peoples, Los Angeles set up a large number of war refugees in a fixed area, except for most of the male prisoners of war who were sent to the mines and other places for heavy manual labor, most of the Indian women were sprinkled and wrewn, weaving and other female work, and the Indian children were uniformly arranged to enter primary schools and began to learn Chinese and Chinese characters. Of course, it was difficult to maintain the classroom discipline of a group of primitive children, but the teachers also showed their talents, and gradually these children got used to the days when they didn't have to do anything, stayed in school to learn, and didn't have to go hungry.

Bai Nam believes that the education system is bent on transforming the next generation of Indians into the next generation of the Tang Dynasty, and it is impossible to spare no effort to treat Indian children well, and it is impossible to have food deductions, and believes that the school is the least discriminatory place. Then, this little kid ran out to steal buns, which is a little intriguing.

"What's your name, little friend?"

"Koou." The child quickly replied to his name of Yokuz, but as if remembering something, he squirmed his lips hard and said, "Liu Zhengyi." ”

Obviously, this "Liu Zhengyi" is Keou's Chinese name, and the natural mission of the education system is to give these children to Indianize, so they all have their own Chinese names, and these names may be taken out with a strong sense of randomness, and many teachers don't care what their parents' names are, or what their Indian names mean, and directly put a Chinese name on their heads.

"Okay, Koou, tell me, why the hell are you stealing?"

After some struggle, Ke Ou seemed to feel that Bai Nan's aura was like his teacher, and lying would be seen through by him at a glance, so he expressed in his not very rich Chinese: "Dad is in the mine in Alder Ridge, it's very hard, my mother and I feel very sorry for him, I went to see my dad secretly, my dad can't eat enough, I want to save my own food for him, but I'm too greedy, I can't keep it, so I can only come out and find food for him......"

Just a few words, but it makes people listen to it very sour.

Most of the men in Jokuz were involved in the Yokuz War, so almost all of them were prisoners of war and prisoners of war, and according to the Cabinet, they were all assigned to some coolie jobs, most notably in several mines that had been developed. As a result, many Yokuz families, although they are not small, are artificially separated, with husbands not being able to see their wives and children not being able to see their fathers.

Little Koo is a bold child. When he heard that the men of his tribe were working in Alder Ridge, he secretly ran to see it and found his father. All he had was the simple love of his children, and he couldn't see his father suffering, and he wanted to give him more food.

Bai Nan sighed, he couldn't solve such a thing. The forced labor of prisoners of war was not only to squeeze the value of their labor power, but also to transform the Indians into the Tang people. Through collective labor and various measures, the Indians became more docile and socially integrated. This is not something that can be changed by the tragedy of an individual family.

Most of the Yokuz people simply blindly obeyed the orders of the tribe and participated in the war. During the war, thousands of Yokuz lost their lives, and many more became prisoners of war. They may not be wrong, but now they must forgive. After all, if it is the side of the Tang Army that is weak on the battlefield, it must be the Tang people who are slaughtered.

War does not tolerate mercy, and sympathy for the enemy is cruelty to oneself.

Bai Nan patted Koou on the shoulder and said, "Let's go, I'll take you to see your father." ”

After dealing with Xu Xin's bitten wrist, Bai Nan rented a carriage and went to Alder Ridge, when the night was dark and most of the miners had already slept, Bai Nan found the person in charge of the mine and called out Koou's father.

Seeing that his father was so excited that he forgot anything around him, Koou rushed to his father, held the bun in front of him, and said in Yokuz: "Daddy, eat." ”

When Keou's father saw the buns, he instinctively wanted to swallow his saliva, but he didn't go to get the buns, and said, "Keou, Dad has eaten a lot tonight, you can eat." ”

Keou shook his head: "This is for Dad." ”

Keou's father thought for a while, took away a bun, and said, "You one, dad one." ”

Keou smiled, "Let's eat together." ”

An Indian father and son sat outside the dark mine, a mountain of coal piled up behind them, and Bai Nan and Xu Xin stood a little further away watching. The corners of Xu Xin's eyes are a little moist, even if it is a wild race, it still makes people feel warm in terms of family affection.

After the two fathers and sons finished eating the buns, Keou's father touched Keou's head and said, "The pigtails are gone, did they cut them off for you?" ”

Keou's short hair is like an ordinary Chinese child, if it weren't for his dark complexion, he wouldn't be able to see the difference between him and a Chinese child, Keou said to his father: "The teacher cut it for me, and everyone cut it." ”

Keou touched his bald head and said, "On the first day of entering the mine, my father also cut it." ”

"Did anyone bully you, did the Tang people who took care of you beat you?"

The night was dark, Koou's father couldn't see the bruises on Koou's body that he had just been beaten, and Koou didn't mention it at all, he said: "No, most of the children in the class are Yokuz's children, everyone plays together, it's more fun than in the tribe, I learned to play football, I played very well, everyone likes me." The teachers are not bad to us, but when they can't memorize words, they will scold us. ”

"It's good to learn the Chinese language...... If you can speak Tang dialect and write Tang characters, you will probably be able to live a better life like a Tang person. Keou, you have to work hard. ”

"Dad, when will you be able to come home?" Koou's eyes were full of anticipation.

"If Dad behaves well, he will be able to become a contract worker in the mine in three years, and I don't quite understand what a contract worker is, in short, he can send out those colorful pieces of paper." ”

"I know, it's money. ”

Father Keou stiffly repeated the Chinese word, "Yes, banknotes." At that time, I will be free, I can leave the mine when I am not working, and I will be able to live with Koou and my mother. With money, you can buy a lot of delicious and fun ...... for Keou."

The conversation between father and son lasted for more than twenty minutes, and Bai Nan, who was standing there, did not bother them until Keou hugged his father and then walked towards Bai Nan.

"Are you done?" Xu Xin asked.

"That's it." Koo nodded sheepishly.

He said to Xu Xin embarrassedly: "Sister, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have bitten you, you are a good person." ”

Xu Xin smiled: "It's okay. ”

Keou looked at Bai Nan and said, "Dad told me not to bring him any more food in the future, and Dad said that he has enough to eat now." ”

Bai Nan didn't know whether Keou's father was sincere or false, but for his own children, it was also a kind of protection.

"Uncle, thank you, I will pay you back when I earn money in the future."

Bai Nan smiled: "It's just two buns." ”

Keou shook his head: "The teacher said that to be a man is to be trustworthy, and to be grateful for it." I don't know much about these things, but I feel that my uncle and sister have helped me, and I should do something to repay them, otherwise I will feel uncomfortable. ”

Bai Nan nodded, with some solemnity, and said, "Then I'll wait for your buns." ”

Xu Xin squatted down, grabbed Xiao Keou's arm, and asked, "Keou, you tell my sister that if you are given a choice, do you want to go back to live in the tribe?" ”

The young Indian kid thought for a long time, then shook his head: "I don't want to." ”

"Why?" Xu Xin was a little surprised.

"Life in the tribe is so hard that every year in the winter, there is nothing to eat in the tribe, and many people starve to death. The children were the first to starve, and the father had a hard time finding food for the whole family. I had two younger brothers and a younger sister, both of whom died. Here, although I can't see my father often, my father is still alive and well, he won't be bitten to death by fierce beasts, and there is medicine to cure me when I get sick, I can eat enough every day, and I can learn some useful things. Ke Ou told the story.

In the middle of the night, Bai Nan sent Keou back to school from Alder Ridge. This kid ran out secretly, and several teachers who were hurt were worried for half a night, although Bai Nan notified them in advance, but Bai Nan was also scolded by the teachers here. Bai Nan is not angry, the teachers are conscientious and worthy of respect.

Back in his dormitory, Bai Nan found a piece of manuscript paper and wrote a title on it: "Some Suggestions on Allowing Aboriginal Families to Visit Prisoners of War in Labor Camps."