Two months later.

Due to the return of the rude father of the rumors, Ma Whistle's identity has changed dramatically - from one of the only two orphans to the only one.

But that didn't make Horse Whistle any more lonely, in fact, in order to get away from his father, Wind Rumor spent more time training and spending time with his only peers, Horse Whistle.

As the time spent together increased, the wind found that the horse whistle seemed to have become very intelligent and ...... compared to the past Humor, sometimes even piercing his super high laughs.

This is normal, after all, Ma Whistle is a person in the Internet age, and the jokes and gossip in his head are at least two orders of magnitude more than those of the Indians, and another order of magnitude is added in the face of minors.

So the two became good friends.

Every time Ma Whistle goes out to collect ingredients, he will call the wind together.

He is happy to do this, a reasonable diet is very useful for children, and in his opinion, this is to buff future teammates.

"It's fishing today, right?"

"That's right."

The two men prepared their fishing gear, spears, and headed to a nearby river. And, of course, weapons for self-defense, bows and arrows and Kentucky rifles for horse sentry.

The Sleeping Bear clan eats less fish and shrimp, but there are still some fishing techniques, such as spear fishing, which is common among the Indians, that is, the skill of sticking a spear into a fish in shallow water.

After two months of practice, the two have mastered this technique, and the efficiency is not bad.

Today's harvest was very good, and after a busy time, they returned to the camp with a total of nearly twenty catties of several river fish. Of course, two children can't eat so much fish, and they usually make dried fish from the surplus, like beef jerky, so that they can be stored for a long time.

Walking on the road, Ma Whistle whistled, blowing the tune of "Moon Boat", and he didn't know what was going on recently, and began to have a soft spot for this children's song.

Ma Whistle's family talent is indeed very strong, just like his father, his whistle is also very loud and clear, and it can basically be used as a musical instrument, and he can play it well.

At first, I tried to imitate the sound of the wind, but now I have given up and listened to the song with peace of mind, and I have enjoyed the experience of the Walkman more than 100 years in advance.

Someone borrowed a fire and they started to cook the fish.

"Son, are you cooking fish? Here, put some more bison! He said loudly and ran over, and without saying anything, he poured a pile of bison jerky into the stone pot, and the soup splashed everywhere.

This move was not to be heard, and even the horse whistle couldn't help frowning.

"Can you be quiet?" The wind spoke.

"Ah, that's loud, too? How quiet do you want me to be? Loudly speaking, his eyes widened, and he said loudly, and the birds in the sky looked down to observe, but the clansmen had long been surprised.

"......" The wind took a deep breath, his body trembled slightly, and his eyes were scattered.

He was clearly. But he was not angry with his father, but angry with himself, and he was angry with himself and said "Can you be quieter".

He knew that this sentence could only be exchanged for "this is also considered loud", but he still couldn't hold back, he felt that he was a waste.

The horse whistle saw it all.

I have to say that the character and habit of speaking out loud are more like a child than the rumor, and it is no wonder that the rumor does not want to be with his father, and he can avoid it.

Loudly said that he didn't change it, or he couldn't change it at all, he only knew that he clumsily approached his son for various reasons, thinking that this would save a little father-son relationship, but the result could only be counterproductive.

There is no other way than to remain silent as much as possible, and persuasion, crying, and anger will only be a waste of energy. Because of his father's existence, his entire childhood was an exercise in silence and patience.

"Son, tell you a story, do you know why the rabbit likes its tail?" Speaking out loud is as if I remembered some interesting story.

"......" the wind bowed his head and was silent.

The atmosphere was a little awkward, of course, only between the horse whistle and the sound of the wind, and the loud words were unaware.

Fortunately, at this moment, a panicked shout suddenly came from a tent: "Help! Help my brother! ”

"What's wrong?"

"What's going on?"

When the clansmen heard the news, they rushed over, and the whistles, the rumors, and the loud voices also rushed over.

When they arrived, they saw a long-haired boy of thirteen or fourteen years old lying on the ground outside the tent, his hands on his neck, his face flushed, and he rolled his eyes, and he was about to lose consciousness.

"What's wrong with the messy hair?" Shaman Raven asked.

The brother with messy hair looked anxious: "He ...... He choked. ”

Choked.

While this may sound like a minor problem, the truth is that it has long been not uncommon for people to choke on food.

Even in the afterlife, choking will kill people like traffic accidents.

The Indian shaman is also a doctor, but in fact he is at most an amateur psychiatrist, and there are very few things that can really be regarded as medical skills, and most of them are concentrated in the field of trauma, and they are helpless about it.

Therefore, soon the crow folded his hands, closed his eyes, and chanted the words in his mouth: "Great Spirit bless, Great Spirit blesses ......"

"Great Spirit bless, Great Spirit bless ......" The people also began to pray.

"Get out of the way!" Ma Sentry didn't squeeze in for a long time, and he suddenly became a little anxious, and finally squeezed in from the crowd after squeezing and shouting.

He couldn't help but say that rushing forward was a Heimlich maneuver.

Ma Whistle asked others to pick up the messy hair from the side, and at the same time stood behind the messy hair, his left hand from the back to the front of his body and made a fist, so that the tiger's mouth was facing his upper abdomen, and then the right hand held the left fist, and quickly and rhythmically impacted the abdomen.

He was still young, so he needed help and a lot of effort.

"What is the little whistle doing?"

"Needless to say, you see him behind his messy hair...... Obviously dancing! "Say it out loud.

Jump your mother!

Hearing this, Ma Whistle couldn't help but curse in his heart, saving people can be regarded as dancing.

However, this is not too outrageous, and in the eyes of many Indians, dancing is indeed a cure.

Ten seconds later.

Spit out a piece of beef with a random "wow", and then was supported by someone, panting for breath while having gold stars in his eyes, and he didn't slow down for a long time.

"Messy hair saved!"

"How this is done, it's incredible!"

"The little whistle must have received the revelation of the Great Spirit!"

Seeing that the man had been saved, Ma Whistle breathed a sigh of relief and pondered how to explain the Heimlich maneuver in materialistic language that his people could understand.

"Hit his stomach, and of course the gas in his stomach can push things out." The horse whistle explained as plainly as he could, demonstrating the maneuver again.

The movements are very simple, and people can learn them as soon as they learn them.

But there are still many people who believe that this is the revelation of the Great Spirit, which can be understood as the God of the Indians, but more abstract, somewhat similar to the concept of "holy light", which is a relatively primitive and hazy belief.

It doesn't matter what the people think, so does the shaman.

He first calmed down from his surprise, then pondered for a while: "Little whistle...... You come with me. ”