Shamans, or shamans, are generally held by people of great knowledge and high morality in the clan, who are second only to chiefs in status.

Of course, the small clan does not have so many rules, and in the impression of Ma Whistle, whether it is a chief or a shaman, the intuitive feeling is similar to that of the uncle next door.

The horse whistle followed the shaman and soon came to the chief's tent.

The chieftain is called Sleeping Bear, which is the name of the clan.

He was in his fifties, his hair was gray, but he was still physically strong and in good spirits, and he had a cigarette in his hand and a sad face.

There was another man in the tent, a little boy, somewhat handsome-looking, and about the same age as a horse whistle.

"You're here." The old chief took a puff of his cigarette and looked at the two children, "Little whistle, and the wind." ”

"Chief." The two children greeted.

The old chief first looked at Fengsheng, another boy with a somewhat handsome appearance, and said in a comforting tone, "Fengsheng, your father may be gone. ”

The wind was stunned and didn't react for a while.

The old chief continued: "While we were hunting bison, your father accidentally fell into the river, and the current was so strong that we did not find him...... May the Great Spirit bless. ”

Ma Whistle already understood why the chief called them two at this time, and the two poor little orphans naturally had to take care of them.

His father was killed in battle last year, and his mother was killed in today's attack.

Fengsheng's mother died when he gave birth to him, and he has been raised by his father, and now his father has been swept away by the current, and he is naturally an orphan.

Ma Whistle turned his head to look at the wind, ready to say a few words of comfort.

As a result, I never expected that when I heard the news of most of my father's deaths, the wind sitting on the ground was expressionless, just like a chess player who lost chess without losing his demeanor, and lowered his head slightly.

Ma Whistle was speechless for a while: "......"

But this is not too surprising, Fengsheng's character is extremely introverted, and his mood is invisible, which can be described as a young man.

"And the little whistle, you probably already know. Today's white attack has killed most of the women in the clan, including your mother. ”

The horse whistle could only bow its head. After all, the Indian personality has been diluted to a negligible degree, and he does not have strong feelings for this mother, at least for now, he will definitely not be able to cry.

"Both of you are no longer parents, and you are still young, come to me if you have anything in the future, and eat with me, if I am not there, you can go to the crow."

"Also, you have to work harder in the future to practice your fighting skills and be the bravest warriors, only in this way can we take revenge on the whites." With that, the old chief knocked the ground with his cigarette stick.

He said a few more words, when the horse whistle suddenly said, "Chief, have you ever been to the white man's world?" ”

"Been there, what's wrong?"

Whites and Indians were not always hostile. During the American Revolution, for example, the British formed alliances with many Indian tribes – the enemy of the enemy was the friend.

In addition, there are some white people with other intentions, such as merchants, in order to do business with the Indians, they will also try to maintain relatively relaxed relations and exchanges.

The horse whistle hesitated: "I want to understand our enemy." ”

"An evil race, a bunch of shameless invaders!" The old chief gave a brief reply. Indian tribes vary widely, but this is one of the few things that comes together.

What the horse whistle wanted was clearly not this: "When did the whites start invading us?" ”

"It was a long time ago, it should have been three hundred years. First the British, the Spaniards, they occupied our land, and now the Americans, but the whites all look the same. The old chief said slowly.

The horse whistle followed his words, knocking side by side all the way, and finally led the conversation to the topic of date.

“…… The United States used to belong to Great Britain, but later established its own state. As for the time of independence, according to them, it seems to be 1776 years. The old chief said slowly.

The horse whistle then asked, "One thousand seven hundred and seventy-six years?" How is this calculated, and how many years is it now? ”

The old chief frowned: "This, I don't know, it seems to be the birthday of a white man." Now, it's one thousand eight hundred and thirty-nine. ”

"That was last year, Chief." Stone Crow added.

"Oh yes, this is last year's news, and this year should be 1,840." The old chief patted his forehead and corrected himself.

A.D. 1840!

Hearing this time, Ma Whistle couldn't help but move his eyes slightly.

There is no doubt that this is a special year for the Chinese. It was in this year, 1840 AD, the year of Gengzi, that the First Opium War broke out between Britain and the Qing Dynasty, opening the modern history of China's humiliation.

In fact, when he was just reborn, Ma Whistle had the idea of going to China.

His soul is a serious Chinese, and as an Indian, this body also belongs to the yellow race, and it seems that it is not difficult to integrate into Chinese society.

But when you think about it, you know that it's not feasible.

First of all, he had to be an adult before thinking about anything else, and secondly, even if he was an adult, it would be difficult for him to step on a ship to China in the United States as an Indian.

As for being Chinese...... This Chinese workers have not yet come to the United States, and there can be a few Chinese in the Americas, and even if there are, the treatment is not much better than that of the Indians, and it is also difficult to move an inch.

Moreover, at this time, China did not even have the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, and after he returned, he could only keep braids for the Qing court for a while.

At the thought of wearing braids, Ma Whistle thought that the Indians' stonepunk painting style was also quite good......

"You don't want to run around and make contact with white people, you know?" The old chief admonished solemnly, "This is dangerous. ”

"Yes." The horse whistle replied.

"Let's eat jerky at night, we have to prepare for the funeral of the clan in the next few days." Finally the chief said.

The hunting was fruitful, the clan hunted a lot of bison, and the fresh beef reserves were abundant, but at this time, the sleeping bear clan obviously had no intention or time to make barbecue or anything, so they could only eat some jerky.

Then Ma Whistle and Feng Sheng had dinner with the old chief, that is, beef jerky, one of the main foods of the Indians, and there was no one for a hunting clan like the Sleeping Bear Clan.

Barbecue is usually eaten only after the hunt, and the remaining bison meat is made into jerky for long-term preservation.

Beef jerky is not unpleasant, but it also has no taste, and it can't be compared to the rich cuisine of the 21st century, and the only benefit is that there is plenty of protein, which is important for children's physical development.

Well, protein......

Nibbling on beef jerky, Ma Whistle felt that he should make a nutrition plan for this nine-year-old body.