Da Sanko Witko was kicked out of the classroom just like that.

He wandered around the valley, listening to the sound of Lang Lang reading from the other side of the valley. The voice that once irritated him was now hooked to his heart like a hook.

Skylarks, partridges, and pheasants chirp merrily, frogs, voles, and weasels whisper, and the mountain wind blows back and forth among the leaves...... These voices that once made him linger, now he only felt anxious.

"What's the use of reading?"

He held a fresh twig in his hand and swung it like a sword, slashing the fresh fern leaves and blooming spring flowers along the way.

"Can I exchange money?" He sneered and said to himself: "Lorchen-Loach didn't graduate from elementary school, Awada Yankulovsky didn't go to middle school, and that David Scott is said to not even be able to write his own name......"

"Can you kill the enemy?" He looked at the 'sword' in his hand and said disdainfully: "Those nerds, I can fight ten of them at a time." Even with guns, they're no match for me...... Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

He picked up the stick in his hand as if it were a real gun, and let out a 'bang-bang' sound from his mouth.

A spotted hyena ran out of nowhere and pounced in front of him.

He touched the spotted hyena's head with his hand and said, "Then let them read!" If this country wants to be strong, how can it be achieved by just studying? Somebody has to come and farm, dig coal, or move bricks...... I'm going to be a great general, like a blood wolf or a waterwheel! ”

Before he knew it, he was back in his little hut.

The hut was dark and wintery, with only a pile of dead grass and a quilt, in which both men and dogs slept.

Classmates said that he had a spotted hyena smell on his body, but they did not wronged him, and he had been sleeping in the same den as the dog.

He pulled out a copy of "The Art of War" from the haystack, and he had turned it up, and now he could even say exactly which word was on the pages and lines, but it was useless, and the final exam did not test it.

The final exams were mathematics and history, and he had no interest in mathematics at all.

He was interested in history, but the "History of the Americas" seemed to him to be full of holes. The author, called 'Soap,' seemed to have no common sense, and made up stories that were comparable to the white man's 'Bible.'

Da Sanko Witko had a hard time convincing himself that this was the history of the Indians!

He flipped through the Art of War and threw it to the spotted hyena.

"Mad Dog, you should look at this!"

The spotted hyena sniffed at the book, and lay down in the den, apparently not interested in the thing.

Da Sankoh Witko finally pulled an axe out of the straw pile.

It was left to him by his father.

At the beginning of the year, when he had built the hut, his father said to him, "You have grown up, and when I was your age, I had already traveled all over the Sierra Madre!" There may be bears or something in the mountains and forests here, so take them for yourself! ”

Da Sankoh Witko knew that in his father's eyes, as long as he was not white, there was no danger in this mountain forest.

The handle of this axe was as thick as Da Sankoh Witko's arm, and about the length of his arm. It's just a short axe for adults, but for Da Sanko Witko, it's a long weapon in the truest sense of the word.

The blade of the axe is cracked, but as a 3-pound forged steel weapon, it doesn't matter whether the blade is cracked or not, even if it is smashed with the back of the axe, it can easily smash the skull of a long-tailed ferret.

"Mad Dog, let's go hunting!"

As if he had thought of a good idea, Da Sanko Witko rose from his nest in the grass at once, his eyes staring intently at the deep forest.

……

Pabriken School didn't just teach math and history in the beginning.

Indian settlers from the north came to the forest, initially saying that they wanted to build a textile factory by the Pabliken River, but it closed down soon after.

It is said that the cost of textiles from Missouri is so low that the Pabrican textile factory can buy their finished products directly and sell them to the north, which is actually more profitable than making them themselves.

The planned Pabrican textile factory became an entrepot trading company, and the pioneers became merchants engaged in international trade.

At the same time, the Pabriken School also abandoned the original 'military', 'fighting', 'physics', 'mechanical' and other courses, and only retained the subjects related to trade.

It all happened very quickly, like everything that had happened on the territory of the United Indian Emirates over the years, everything was the same day at a time, and people often woke up to find that the world had changed again.

But Da Sanko Witko, who stayed one level, still remembers clearly that the year before last, there was a strange subject in the senior year of the school.

Mapping!

It is to map the surrounding terrain and landforms, and mark the height, length, etc. - Da Sanko Witko was particularly fond of this subject at the time, but unfortunately with the influx of more and more residents in Choctaw, there was no longer a need for people to map anything.

The school canceled the course.

- Otherwise, Da Sanko Witko would definitely be a top student at Pabriken School. He knew with his eyes closed what was going on in Choctaw. As for height, he didn't need to measure it with tools, and the numbers he estimated with his eyes were sometimes more accurate than tools.

Da Sanko Witko remembers that his graduation project was 'Hunting Grizzly Bears'!

Although it may sound illogical to say that the final project of the surveying and mapping discipline is 'hunting grizzly bears', the original intention of the school was not to train a group of students who could only draw, and it was obviously more difficult for students to 'find grizzly bears' than 'hunt grizzly bears'.

Ever since humans mastered the art of muskets, 'hunting' has become a very simple matter. Even a kid like Da Sanko Witko, with a short gun in his hand, would dare to go head-to-head with a grizzly bear.

The children of the Indians were not expensive, and Da Sankoh Witko had 1 sister, 2 older brothers, 3 younger brothers, and 1 younger sister, and his father seemed to be planning to have a few more.

Da Sankoh Witko was fully conscious, and even if he died, his father would be able to give his woman another child in a few months, meeting the conditions of the United Arab Emirates' 'Fertility Incentive System'.

Indian children and white children are not the same concept at all, and when they begin to learn to walk, they have to learn to work, and the first farm job most children do is 'peeling corn', and many curious children choke on corn kernels.

After the baby is born, whether or not it can be fed depends on whether the dog or cow has given birth or not.

The world is not friendly to the Indians.

But isn't that how life is for the vast majority of Indians?

Can survival be an easy thing?

……

"Although surveying and mapping is a course that only begins in senior grades, there is no rule that only senior students can take such exams?"

"What are you reading? I went straight to the final exam, got a 5, and then I could graduate from this broken school! ”

"I, Dara Sankoh Witko, will wear a tricolor feather, wear cashmere, marry Silver Leaf Erwin, and stand on the highest steps of the King's Palace with a golden spear......"

Da Sanko Witko swept the axe in his hand and walked out of his little hut with his head held high.

The sound of reading in the distance was trampled on the soles of his feet, and together with the dead branches and leaves in the deep forest, broke under his bare feet and shattered to the ground.