What doesn't kill you will make you stronger!

The entire country of America, from top to bottom, everyone was tormented by endless disasters and was dying, leaving only muddy persistence.

But on the eve of the New Year in 1850, the Treasury counted $6.1 million in revenue.

This is an increase of 25% compared to the previous year!

This was done at a time when the construction of various projects in America was everywhere at any cost, the war in the east had not subsided, the rebellion in the south was getting worse, and the coast in the west was completely blockaded by the US Navy.

Ikaruga published a New Year's message in the White Rock Castle Daily.

The congratulatory message is still full of enthusiasm, full of pride in the past and full of hope for the future - but the truth is that the article was written by little Andre, and Ikaruga only signed it.

He was very tired, and the enthusiasm in his heart had long been extinguished by the hopeless future. Like a traveler walking in the boundless desert, thirsty and hungry, he has long forgotten his direction and the meaning of persistence, and only instinct drives him forward, like a walking corpse.

In the past one year, he has seen every day the news of defeat, rebellion, corruption, disasters, betrayal, reparations, death......

Even when he saw that $6.5 million income, he still couldn't make him happy.

In the last one year, the foreign debt of the American Republic amounted to 2 million pounds sterling and 10 million francs, which is 12 million dollars in dollar terms, and the whole year of 1849 was in vain in monetary terms!

Probably the only thing that made him feel that there was something a little unusual in his life was that the woman he had only been lucky with once, she was actually pregnant?

……

Turtledove can't tell what it's like!

Theoretically, it seems like you should be full of expectations?

However, it is difficult for him to imagine what kind of future his children will face.

Be the descendant of the king of the fallen country......

He wanted to find some special cases from his memory, but after thinking about it in his mind for a long time, he couldn't find one that could die well.

Not to mention the dying king of the Indians...... It's better not to come to this world!

He didn't show any special attention to Sanko Seline because of this child, and even a little too cold.

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The turtledove looked hard at the little ball of flesh, which looked black and ugly, with its eyes closed, and did not look like him at all.

But of course the turtledove couldn't say that, and he smiled and said, "This kid is so cute!"

He held out his finger and poked the guy with some disgust.

There was a fleshy sensation on his fingertips, as if he was poking a little milk cat.

"He's His Majesty's child, of course he's cute!"

"Huh!"

Turtledove laughed hard - only then did he recall the feeling of his fingers touching the little ball of flesh just now, and a powerful electric current rushed through his heart, at least 220V!

He shuddered, couldn't help but touch his index finger with his thumb, and wanted to poke it again.

But this time, he didn't dare to poke too hard, he only touched the fluff on the little meat ball, and when he saw the little meat ball move his mouth, he seemed to be startled, and withdrew his hand like lightning.

"Huh...... Hehe...... Hehe......"

The turtledove laughed silly several times.

Why is this little thing still electrified?

"Your Majesty, he hasn't named him yet!" Sanko Céline on the bed said.

"Hmm-", Ikardove lifted the corner of the quilt that was covering Sanko-Seline, pulled it up again, felt that it was not done well, and pressed it lightly, covering the little lump of flesh tightly.

"—call the dog leftover!" Turtledove hesitated for a moment and said.

"What, dog?"

Sankoh Céline was a little dissatisfied, struggled for a moment, and said, "But is he His Majesty's child?"

"My child...... The name is cheaper, so that it can be fed!"

Turtledove recalled, under his desk, there was a piece of scratch paper full of names, "unruly wind", "the dream of a billion girls", "the little white horse of the sun and rainbow", "auspicious wishes, peace and happiness", "the ridge of the country and the hope of the Americans"......

But after all the names flashed through his mind, he still felt that the name "Dog Leftover" was the best.

The distant memories were already about to mold the lake, and at this moment it seemed to hear again, on the ridge of the field where the smoke and birds were rising, a middle-aged woman shouted in her breathless voice in the wilderness: "Dog leftover! If it's dark, you don't even fall into the house, do you want to be beaten? Lao Tzu counted to three ......."

「…… Dog leftovers! Dog leftovers! Hahaha......" Idoruga finally couldn't help but laugh!

$6.1 million didn't make him so happy.

……

"It's a big deal that he'll change his name in the future!" A voice came from the room.

The turtledove turned around, only to find a copper-skinned boy standing behind him.

"Are you?" Turtledove doesn't remember having such a person in her family.

"Crazy Horse! - I just changed my name yesterday!"

The turtledove's hole shrank and looked at Sanko Seline on the bed.

"He's my brother," said Sankoh Céline, "studying at Fort Laramie!"

Turtledove was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but look at the bronzed boy who was only shoulder-high again.

"How's the grades?" Turtledove asked.

"I haven't taken an exam yet, I don't know." "But if you can give me 500 men, I can go to Washington and kidnap Zachary Taylor!"

"Hahaha!" The turtledove laughed.

Sankoh Selene on the bed hurriedly said, "Your Majesty, don't listen to his nonsense, this child has been without a mother since he was a child, and he has developed a habit of bragging!"