The old smoker's expression was a little dazed, as if he was drunk when he went up the steps, and he staggered a little when he walked.

But he didn't say anything, just walked quietly in front of Da Sanko Witko, and after walking up the steps was a platform, and about 3 meters away from the platform was a large door.

All the school buildings of the Indians follow the same paradigm, whether it is a university or an elementary school, they are all modeled after the White Rock City University, and even the white rock city university has replaced the stone walls with wooden floor-to-ceiling windows due to the lack of materials, and the schools everywhere have been kept as they are.

This has created another peculiar style. Later, when conditions were a little more favorable, the carpenters carved a variety of relief patterns on the floor-to-ceiling windows, which became more and more exquisite and rich.

After 300 years of colonization, many skills that had long been lost in the river of time have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain.

No one can say exactly how this happened, just as no one can explain why carp grow out of a lonely puddle in the savannah.

There are many magical things in this land, no matter how much the colonists burn and plunder, they only sleep, but they do not die.

Tenochtitlan, Mexico, is slowly being excavated, and many ancient cultures are beginning to come back to light, and it has now become an important place of pilgrimage for the Indians.

Although the United Emirates to the north has no control over it, groups of scholars have been studying it day and night, brick by brick, sentence by sentence, and it has become a part of the ancient history of the Indians, providing spiritual nourishment for the Americans of the United Emirates, and gradually awakening the memories that have been sleeping in their DNA.

The old smoking gun stood in front of the red gate, and Da Sanko Witko stood behind him.

"Da-Sanko-Witko," said the old smoker, who was about to push the door open, hesitated, retracted, turned, and said to the boy behind him, "I used to think that you were the most unproductive of all the students I taught—for I thought that the time of the Americans living by swords, guns, bows and arrows was over. No matter how brave you are, even if you can hunt grizzly bears, you're not very useful to the country. Ten thousand hunters like you can't make our country strong, but with a thousand qualified readers, America can have an incredibly bright future! ”

"Have you changed your mind now?" Da Sankoh Witko asked.

"No, I still think so." "It's just that this damn fate has pushed you to the forefront, giving you a better chance than anyone else." It's not because you're better than them, it's just because—"

The old smoker doesn't know what to say.

"A coincidence?" Da Sanko Witko said.

"Well, yes, just a coincidence." "You're graduating soon, they're going to tell you a lot, and it's not Ben's turn for an old guy like me, who has nothing but scars, to speak." I've been teaching you for three years, and I haven't taught you much, and I haven't even understood the book "Elementary School Mathematics" myself, but I still want to say that from another point of view, you may be the most worthy of my expectations among the students I have ever taught! ”

"Huh?" Da Sanko Witko was a little surprised.

He doesn't have a good impression of the old smoking gun, such a guy who smells of tobacco all over his body, except for spitting in class to tell stories about the past, his ability is indeed very limited.

That's why Da Sankoh Witko is always distracted in his classes - if he is given a moment to recall, he can even retell the stories that the old smoker told them word for word.

"Yes!" The old smoker looked at the young man, who was almost as tall as himself, and reached out to straighten his collar and the red ribbon around his neck.

The white-washed garment was like a rag on Da Sankoh Witko's body, his trouser legs were short enough to cover his ankles, and his bare feet were covered in the mud of the Black Lagoon.

The old smoker combed his hair with his fingers for Da Sankoh Witko and said, "I have taught many students, and they have promised me that they will get ahead in the future - the time is still very short, I have not yet had time to see them get ahead, and I am too old to wait for the day when they will get ahead." But only you, when you were about to graduate, said to me that in your heart, you still remember our country......"

Da Sanko Witko didn't know why the old Smoking Gun had suddenly become so sentimental, and he even saw a sparkle in the Old Smoking Gun's eyes.

If his memory palace was not wrong, he remembered that every time the old smoker mentioned the word 'our country,' his eyes would be foggy.

Da Sankoh Witko only thinks of his dead mother.

"Don't worry, Fern Leaf Sensei," said Da Sanko Witko, "not only will I remember my country, but I will also get ahead!" ”

The old smoker smiled and patted Da Sanko Witko on the back, "Go ahead, don't keep her waiting!" ”

……

The bright red wooden door was pushed open from both sides, and the smell of incense came from the room.

The tall candelabra illuminated the room so brightly that Da Sankoh Witko saw that in front of him, the captain was sitting on the top chair, and there were people standing on either side, even the old headmaster could only stand at the end of the crowd.

"Da Sanko Witko!"

Seeing him come in, the captain stood up from his seat, stretched out his hand to the side and pressed it out of thin air, and everyone stood still like clay statues.

Da Sanko Witko fell silent.

The soft carpet on the floor made his bare feet tense a little, the clean and translucent tables and chairs made his gaze wander a little, and the look of ten thousand people emanating from the captain made him feel a little cramped.

For the first time, he felt like he was ...... Somewhat humble.

It's just that the hard dorsal crest seems to be welded firmly, so he can't bend down.

"Da Sanko Witko!"

The captain called out his name again, and then the captain at the end of the line stepped down from above just as he was about to step up and scold Da Sankoh Witko for being polite.

She hurried to Arrival's side, grabbed his sleeve, and led him to the highest seat.

Along the way, he grabbed a chair and placed it next to his seat.

"The men of our Indians shall stand as tall as a pine and cypress, as sharp as a spear, free as a wild horse, and blazing as the sun...... As long as the heart is high, I can stand above 10,000 people, as long as the ability is good, why should I cherish the reward of excellence? ”

The captain pinned Da Sanko Witko to the seat.

Only then did Da Sanko Witko notice that the captain's white and tender palms were filled with strength that he couldn't resist. The ring on his finger, the green and white medallion, is the highest rank in the Introduction to the Seal of America.