"Yes, newspapers, that's what you use to record news." Said on a rainy day.

Of course, the only people who can use the newspaper are Rainy Day and Ma Whistle, in fact, this decision is the result of the exchange between the two.

Even though there are only a handful of Apache people who can recognize all 26 letters of the English alphabet, and the level of English on rainy days and horse whistles is not very good, active information acquisition is essential for Apache to truly develop.

In Ma Whistle's view, even if you look at the physical world, information is still the most precious material in the universe, and if there is a creator in the world, its most precious treasure must be information.

And, in addition to getting information, newspapers have another important use - to wipe the ass!

Ma Whistle still vaguely remembers that when he was a child in the countryside in his previous life, he often wiped his butt with old newspapers and old book pages, and he could take a look at it before wiping.

It's not a comfortable experience, some are hard, some are slippery, but it's still much better than using stones and sticks.

Due to the crude way of going to the toilet, since the rebirth, the horse whistle has been on his hands more than once, and each time it can ruin the mood of the whole day.

Therefore, for the sake of his nation and ass, he must buy newspapers, even if they pay a high price for them.

"This thing doesn't make money. You know, I'm a businessman. Smith calmed down, and his reply was not surprising, "A businessman can do any business, except for the one that can't make money." ”

Rainy day didn't say anything, just nodded.

Seeing this, Smith asked, "What newspaper do you want?" ”

Rainy day: "What is the most common newspaper in the United States?" ”

Smith thought for a moment: "The Tribune, The Sun, and The Herald, I think it's probably them. I sometimes look at the Tribune, which is popular in the Midwest. ”

He was talking about the rapid rise of the three penny newspapers in the United States, also known as the cent, which, as the name suggests, were characterized by their low prices, often selling only one or two cents per newspaper.

Prior to this, newspapers in the United States were mainly political party newspapers of all kinds, which were expensive and full of a large number of political party content, spreading rumors and slandering each other, so that they were called the "dark period" of American journalism history.

It was not until eleven years ago, in 1833, with the creation of The Sun, that this dark period came to an end.

As the dragon slayer of the old era, a number of business newspapers led by the "Sun" have naturally become the new kings.

"For the time being, just these three, I want two copies of the newspapers they issue, and you send someone to deliver them every seven days." Said on a rainy day.

Smith frowned slightly: "So, how much are you going to pay each week?" ”

"A cowhide, I think it should be more than ten times the price of a newspaper." Said on a rainy day.

Smith waved his hand without hesitation: "It has nothing to do with the price of the newspaper, you know." Three cowhides a week, I can find someone to run for you. No matter how little it is, it won't even be enough to feed the horses. ”

Rainy day thought for a while: "If you can send us some more blank paper, I can agree." ”

"Twenty pounds of white paper for each trip." Smith said.

The deal was finally settled, and while most of Smith's spirits didn't sell, everything else sold quite a bit, and the Apache ordered a lot of it.

Therefore, the two sides were the same as in the past, and after the business was over, they were polite, sat together and drank some wine, and talked and laughed.

Ma Sentry took this opportunity to buy the two Colt revolvers, which were in the hands of the caravan, with the dollars he had scavenged from the white man at the beginning of his rebirth.

Two hundred Colt pistols may not be available, but these two must not be let go. With these two guns, he will be able to fire ten rounds in half a minute, which is enough to turn the tide at some critical moment.

The deal was over, the men on both sides had finished drinking, and Smith left with his team.

"What's the matter, William, are you thinking about any girl?" Smith asked jokingly as he looked at his distracted nephew.

"I kind of regret selling the revolver, uncle." Nephew William sighed.

Smith was unimpressed: "If you want me to say, you should have done this a long time ago - see no, only the Indians will like this kind of gun, and they will buy two hundred." ”

William was silent.

After a while, he suddenly said again: "Do you feel that the Indians are very different this time?" ”

"Indeed." Smith nodded, "It's outrageous that they actually announced that they want to quit drinking, and although their alcoholism is indeed quite serious, I thought they would never understand the horror of alcoholism." ”

After a pause, he added, "And the newspapers, can they really read them, those two Indians are not as English as my little daughter." ”

"Frankly, uncle, I'm a little worried," said young William...... These Indians are clearly aware of something, they are trying to change, and this is a bad start. ”

"Maybe." Smith shrugged, noncommittal.

William added: "If the Indians become strong, it will certainly be bad for the United States." We may be doing something that hurts the motherland. ”

"No, no one can harm our country, my patriot nephew." Smith smiled.

William looked at him puzzled.

Smith went on to say, "Because our homeland is the greatest nation in the world – the Republic of Mani!" ”

"Hahaha!"

Many of the caravans laughed together, and the steppe was filled with merry air......

A week later.

The first newspapers and blank sheets of paper were delivered to the Apache camps, and the horses and rainy days were already impatient, so they went to get the tents as soon as possible.

The two sat in the tent, silently reading a copy of The Sun, embarrassment gradually appearing on their faces.

Barely intelligible......

Needless to say, the English language was already rotten, but it has degraded again in recent years, and coupled with the differences in the English language itself in the nineteenth century, reading a newspaper is like gnawing stones.

But to his surprise, he couldn't read the newspaper on a rainy day, after all, his English was much better than he was on a rainy day.

"I learned English with an Illinois." Rainy day coughed twice and explained, "He only knows how to speak." The text was something I learned sporadically when I was in contact with white people, so I wasn't really familiar with it. ”

"Illinois?" The horse whistle does not understand this tribe.

"An ethnic group in the east, they are good at business, and they have more contact with white people." "But now they're being driven to the reservation by the Americans." ”

"Oh......"

After a moment of silence.

"I think...... We should have our own text. Ma Whistle said suddenly.