In the afternoon after the watermill had led the team down the mountain, the turtledove had a long list of tasks for everyone, almost without thinking.

On his to-do list, some people need to buy charcoal from the Hukpaha tribe, some need to go to the Rahulda tribe to buy buffalo, and some need to buy vegetables and meat from the Gelesome tribe;

A guy named Livestock needs to go to the bottom of the mountain to build a scrap metal buying station;

There's also a guy who needs to start recruiting people to build a gravel road;

Some people need to start repairing the walls of their schools, while others need to clean the wells......

……

Tasks flowed out of Turtledove's mouth, and his office was full of people. It only took a little over an hour, and almost everyone in this place, which was then called Carlisle Indian Industrial School, received the task.

As for Spotted's need to build an ironworks, it's just one of the countless tasks.

Even if the beaver wants to break his head, he doesn't know how the turtledove will say to one person one minute, 'Go clean all the basements and toilets in the school', and the next minute say to another person, "You go and start a newspaper, the name is "The Voice of White Rock", if there is news, write news, and if there is no news, serialize some stories about us Indians, and there is only one requirement for the content of the story, so that we Indians can watch it well!" ”

The beaver was stunned by the variety of tasks that flowed out of the turtledove's mouth.

So much so that a few elementary school students received the change of names at the city gate, and the beavers didn't notice it at the time.

This kind of multi-threaded, multi-tasking mode works in a way that Beaver had never seen before — he hadn't even thought about it.

"Turtledove, how can you think of so many things at once?"

"Well, because I've thought about it for a long time, I've been thinking about it for a long time."

"You've assigned so many tasks at once, aren't you afraid that they will mess up?" Beaver asked.

"Don't be afraid," said the turtledove, "where else can we mess around?" ”

Even if the beaver thinks that the turtle dove is dying, he has to think in his heart that this way of dying is very NB!

"I've never seen anyone like you!"

"They said that at first, but then they got used to it." Turtledove said. "There's a lot of things that don't seem to be there yet, but I can't wait."

"What if you mess up?"

"Then do it all over again!" Turtledove said: "I'm not afraid of messing up, I'm just afraid of not messing up!" ”

The so-called step is too big and easy to pull the egg, and the turtledove is not unaware, but he can't care so much, and he has to continue to stumble forward if he pulls the egg!

……

So the next night, the beaver had a sleepless night.

Not because he had insomnia, but because his ears were full of noisy sounds.

At the bottom of the hill are the workers of the ironworks and the workers who are building the roads shouting and smashing stones, on the hill are the soldiers rumbling to build the fence, and next door is the creaking printing press that is constantly calling, and even the schoolchildren are not sleeping, they are spinning while reciting the text!

Damn it!

In the middle of the night, the beaver angrily walked out of the bedroom, trying to ask the printing press next door if she could be quieter.

He'd heard the guns in the Hira Desert all night long, the rolling tide on the beaches of California, and the deafening lightning and thunder on the summit of Mount Whitney—

But none of these voices made him feel upset like the voices he had now.

"Does it work? Is this useful to you? ”

The beaver stood in the hallway and roared loudly.

"No one will read your newspaper! The Sioux people can't even write their own names! ”

"The wall you built is useless, Red Cloud can jump over it as soon as he stretches out his hand!"

"Your ironworks don't make iron at all! You don't even have coal! Coal! Coal! Do you know what coal is? ”

"And what kind of bullshit lottery - a fool would buy that thing!"

The beaver roared loudly for a while, but no one paid any attention to him.

He ran into the room of the printing press in a rage, and was met with a heavy punch, not knowing which guy did it!

The beaver scratched his face and found that his face was covered in blood.

"Bastard!"

The beaver cried out:

"You bastards, don't you have to sleep?"

"If you don't sleep, others will sleep!"

"Is there anything you have to do overnight today? Can't you just stop and do it tomorrow? ”

……

"What's wrong, beaver?" Turtledove walked out of his bedroom.

"Turtledove! It seems that you not only grab your eyebrows and mustaches, but also rush for quick success! Some things can't be rushed! You see, you see, what has become of this? ”

"So what do you think we should do?" Turtledove asked.

"Have a good rest! Accumulate strength, and tomorrow they can do a better job for you! Beaver said.

"Beavers, they're not working for me, they're working for themselves." Turtledove corrected him.

"Well, whatever you want. Let me ask you, can you stop a little tonight? I need to be quiet! ”

"Why? Isn't their life important? Is it important to clean up the garbage? Or is it not important to build roads and walls? Is it an ironworks that don't matter? Or is the printing house not important? ”

"Important, all important!" The beaver said, "But can't you just let them do it tomorrow?" ”

"Tomorrow? Maybe we'll all die tomorrow! Turtledove said, "If you don't do it now, maybe you won't have a chance to do it in the future." In White Rock City, every day is like the last day, and everyone cherishes it. ”

"You...... It's unreasonable! ”

The beaver went back to his bedroom in a rage, and slept with his head covered.

……

But he couldn't sleep at all.

So he sat up and looked out the window alone.

On this noisy night, surrounded by the sound of people toiling, he watched them coldly like an outsider.

On the top of a hill in the distance, the black rebel flag was quietly erected under the golden full moon.

This banner has witnessed countless tragic and heroic battles, and it is still stained with Victorio's blood.

But ever since the flag was handed over to the turtledove, it could only watch these people alone, working all night in vain!

He knew that the ironworks were probably going to be blown up!

He knew that the gravel road might not be repaired in a whole year!

He knew that the texts that the schoolchildren were reciting were all stories about Moses or Christ, and that the yarn they spun was full of hairballs, and they were not up to standard!

He knew it, and the turtledove certainly knew it.

But why do turtledoves have to do this?

Such a ridiculous person, with such a ridiculous group of people, in such a ridiculous place, wants to build such a ridiculous city!

Victor, it seems, I'll be seeing you soon!