The beaver's home is by the cowshed on the farm.

He returned to his home with a heavy heart, and lay down in the haystack, chewing cold black bread in his mouth.

For the next five days, he had to find a way to get more money.

Otherwise, the sergeant would not have spared himself.

Maybe they'll be stuffed into the farms to the south and grow cotton with the dark men.

"Beaver! What a nice home you have! A voice suddenly came out of the haystack.

The beaver was startled, and with a wave of his hand, he threw out the uneaten piece of black bread and landed in the cow dung heap in the corner.

"Who?" He screamed.

"Don't panic, it's me!" A face emerged from the haystack.

"Turtledove? Why are you here? The beaver was amazed.

"Don't you want me to join the Resistance? I'm going to have to follow you to see it. Turtledove smiled and said.

"You...... I rub! The beaver scolded. Then he hurriedly said: "Your special mother is not leaving soon, do you know how dangerous it is here?" ”

"It's not dangerous here, the white soldiers rode to find me in the moor, it's safe here! And the cowshed is so remote, unless you shout to attract them – will you? ”

"Nope! Of course not! The beaver said. If I yell, I'll be bitten to death by a thousand snakes!" ”

"That's right!"

"Have you changed your mind? Do you want to join the Resistance? Beaver asked.

"Beaver, I walked around the village in the afternoon and heard a lot of useful news. Beavers, in fact, there is no such thing as a 'rebel army', right? Turtledove asked.

"You...... What is the meaning? The beaver asked in surprise.

"The so-called 'rebels' are actually just tools fabricated by some people to make money. The real Victorio may be hiding in a cave somewhere, cold and hungry, without medicine or bullets, and he is worried about how to survive until tomorrow! Turtledove said.

"What the hell do you want to do, turtledove?" The beaver's heart was terrified. This turtledove gave him the feeling of being like a poisonous snake.

"And, I heard that there is a sergeant in the militia who has protected you?"

"Turtledove!" The beaver had to explain: "As an Indian, alive...... It's a tough thing. ”

"I know, I know." "I can totally understand that. If I were you, I am afraid I would not be able to do better than you. ”

"Turtledove, you said you walked around the village in the afternoon, how did you not get noticed by others? Are there no Indians in this village? Except for me. The beaver changed the subject, he didn't want the turtledove to keep the rhythm in his hands.

"Huh!" Turtledove smiled and said, "It's hard to disguise as white, but it's easy for me to disguise as black." ”

The turtledove lifted its arm from the haystack.

The beaver realized that the turtledove had painted his body black and his lips turned outward.

The turtledove wears a rusty collar around its neck, which is standard for blacks.

I have to say that as long as you don't interact with others, disguise yourself as a slave who works for your master, and deceive for a while, it's still okay.

"What the hell do you want to do, turtledove?"

The beaver's voice trembled a little.

It was with great difficulty that he settled in a white ghetto—

Don't make a fuss, turtledove!

……

"Listen, beaver!" The turtledove put away the deliberately displayed hanging, and his expression became serious.

"The next decision you have to make will affect the fate of all of us Indians! We Indians are flies and dogs all our lives, and we live like pigs and dogs; Or raise your eyebrows—not to say rich, but at least you can live in a clean and tidy wooden house, lie on a warm, dry bed, eat white bread, drink yellow beer, smoke red cigars, and ride solid horses......

The beaver looked at him stunned.

The corners of the beaver's mouth twitched. "Turtledove, what nonsense are you talking about? How can we Indians live like whites? ”

"What's wrong with us Indians? Are we inherently inferior to white people? The turtledove sneered and said, "In the future, we will not only live like white people, but we will also live better than white people!" Every Indian, who should have a horse at home, can eat three meals a day, and can eat bison meat at every meal! ”

"Haha!" The beaver laughed and mocked, "Why don't you say that we can still get all our land back and graze wherever we want?" If you want to grow corn, you can grow corn, and if you want to grow wheat, you can grow wheat, haha......"

The smile on the turtledove's face remained the same, but the bottom of his heart sank.

He could feel that the beaver still didn't have a sense of the 'Indian' thing.

This way of speaking about the hopes and dreams of the Indian nation as a whole is not very suitable for the beaver.

What the fate of the Indians, the beavers don't care about this at all!

"That's right, beaver!" The turtledove unconditionally agreed with the beaver's statement.

- There is a trick in the Dragon Slaying Book in the previous life: Regardless of what your opponent says, agree with him! Then speak your own opinion and take him to your own ditch!

Then he went on to say, "Look at your life now, it's as disgusting as a cockroach in a cow dung heap!" You don't deserve to live like this, beaver! You are so smart, and you are so strong, and you are so handsome, you should have a fortune of at least ten thousand pesos, you should have eight wives, you should have twenty sons, you should have a manor of a hundred acres, you should hire at least ten militiamen to defend your property—"

If I really have so much wealth, it would not be enough to hire ten militiamen. Beaver thought to himself.

"Haha, if that day happens, I'll reward you with a hundred pesos, turtledove!" The beaver laughed.

An untimely flush appeared on his face.

Obviously, such a dream, even YY, makes him feel very cool and awesome!

Although he knew that it was impossible, he still felt that what Turtledove said made him feel very happy.

And, "I won't tell you, turtledove! The beaver decided to say something heartfelt to the turtledove: "Actually, my father was a chieftain, and if my tribe were still alive, I would be a chieftain." Alas—"

The beaver sighed.

His ancestors were really broad!

Moreover, he had heard that a long, long time ago, their tribe did not use stone knives and stone axes, but that the warriors of the tribe could use iron swords, that the handles of the chiefs were made of gold, and that the priests had a completely different but absolutely accurate calendar from the whites......

But now, he was the last man in their tribe.

"Alas!" The turtledove also sighed, patted the beaver on the shoulder, and said, "Beaver, don't be discouraged! A man like you will definitely soar in the future! ”

The beaver thinks the turtledove is right.

"Tell me, what the hell are you looking for me?" Beaver asked.

"Lend me some money!" The turtledove stretched out its thumb and forefinger and pinched it in front of the beaver.