"Don't you think about developing agriculture, just growing corn or wheat or something." Ma Whistle asked.

The Twin Wolf Chief waved his hand, apparently uninterested in agriculture: "I have heard from some tribes in the east that it is up to the sky to farm the land, but who can see the sky clearly? Or the bison are easy to see, they run on the grassland, there are sounds, smoke, footprints and cow dung...... We can always find them. ”

"But there are more and more whites, and sooner or later they will exterminate the bison herd." ”

"Perhaps, but it must be early." The Twin Wolf Chieftain was unimpressed.

"I still recommend that you learn to plant, in fact, the Sleeping Bear Clan is preparing to do so, and I will be going to inspect the land in the next few days." "If you want, we can work together to clear the farmland." ”

The Twin Wolf Chief thought for a moment and felt that this was not a bad thing, so he nodded: "It's okay, I'll find some people to go with you...... Longhair, you can speak Apache, and you'll be up to you to take someone with you. ”

"Yes, Chief." Longhair answered.

Long hair is the translation of the two, a man in his early thirties, as his name suggests, with vigorous body hair, eyebrows and beard. He doesn't smile much, probably because his eyebrows look strange when he laughs.

In fact, even when he's not smiling, he looks a little strange.

After all, Indians have the least body hair in the world, less than Asians, many have smooth skin like dolphins, and most of them have thin eyebrows and beards, and very few have rich eyebrows or beards.

As far as body hair is concerned, long hair is definitely rare among Indians.

The Twin Wolf Chieftains, who were old, went to rest early, leaving the longfur and the horse whistle in the tent.

Longhair was about to leave, but Ma Whistle stopped him: "Longhair, if you are not in a hurry to rest, teach me a little Comanche." ”

Since his rebirth, he has become more aware of the role of language, and feels that he should learn more foreign languages, both white and Indian.

Next.

Ma Sentry left the Twin Wolf Clan with his people and returned to the Sleeping Bear camp.

The camp of the Sleeping Bear Clan was still a bit of a mess, with many tents set up and moved. After all, there were 800 more people at once, and many people couldn't adapt to it.

While it was time to eat and rest in the evening, the horse whistle gathered some people together and prepared to discuss things.

Including himself, he gathered a total of thirty-eight people, mainly including the chiefs of the original clans, shamans, and army chiefs, as well as people such as the Red Maiden and Jumping Hoof, who had prestige in a certain group or field.

Everyone sat around a campfire, some still eating barbecue, and a little further away there were onlookers, who looked like a regular gathering.

There was no way, there was no conference room, and the tent could not accommodate thirty-eight people and a campfire.

"We have formed an unprecedentedly large clan, numbering a thousand people, which has never been seen in the history of the Apaches." "That's why I've decided to establish some new systems to govern the entire Sleeping Bear Clan. ”

"The first is the conference system. Thirty-seven of you will form a 'clan council', which will be held regularly to report to me on the state of affairs in the clan. When something important happens, I will also take the initiative to gather you to ask for advice or assign tasks ......"

As a person from the 21st century, Ma Whistle feels that such an institution is indispensable, after all, from the parliaments and congresses of various countries to the neighborhood committees and village committees.

Meetings are the most basic way for human beings to organize and mobilize. Of course, the Sleeping Bear Clan used to meet, but it didn't form any formal system.

Of course, Ma Whistle also knew that power could not be dispersed casually, so he positioned this agency as his subordinate agency, mainly responsible for providing opinions, implementation, and reporting, and could not make decisions without authorization.

"Next up is the departmental system." He continued, "According to my initial idea, the Sleeping Bear Clan will have the following six departments: the Planting Department, the Shaman Department, the Women's Department, the Cattle and Horse Department, the Writing Department, and the Military Department. The head of the department is the head of the department, referred to as the minister. ”

"The Ministry of Plantations is responsible for carrying out agriculture, with the clods of soil as the minister."

"The Shaman Department is responsible for all the shamans and elders, with the stone crow as the minister."

"The Ministry of Women's Affairs is responsible for the management of women and children, with the Red Lady as the minister."

"The Ministry of Cattle and Horses is in charge of horse breeding and hunting, and the Jumping Hoof is the minister."

"The Writing Department is responsible for promoting the knowledge of writing, and the long stick is the minister."

"The Ministry of Military Armament is responsible for military and security affairs, and I personally serve as the minister."

The name of the six parts is simple and easy to understand, and Ma Whistle then added: "The above is just my preliminary idea, if you find any omissions in practice in the future, you can give me advice." ”

"Well, do you have any opinions?"

After about five seconds of silence and staring at each other, an old man in his fifties with a cigarette stick hesitated and said, "Chief, I have a question. ”

"What's the problem?" Ma Whistle was a little nervous, he was worried that his centralized behavior would cause some people to be dissatisfied.

The old man slowly said his question: "What is a 'system'?" ”

Horse whistle: "......"

He adjusted his breathing: "If you have studied words, you will understand the meaning of this word. ”

"Forget it." The old man obviously had no desire to learn, and took a puff of his cigarette disapprerovingly.

Ma Whistle sighed: "Ministers have to participate in writing classes, if anyone can't master the basic knowledge of words, I will change the minister." ”

Jumping Hoof asked, "Do I want to learn words too?" ”

"Of course you have to learn." "Words are the root cause of the strength of white people, and if we want to defeat them, we must also learn words." Not only ministers, but everyone will have to learn the written word in the future. ”

"Okay......" Jumping Hoof opened his mouth, and finally just answered.

Shi Yao smiled and comforted him: "Words are easy to learn, you are so smart, you will definitely be able to learn it in a few days." ”

Then a few more questions were asked to Ma Whistle, but they were basically superficial questions, and people had no idea about the design of the system.

At the end of the meeting, Ma Sentry looked at the clod, which was the freshly baked planting minister: "Tuku, you can find a few people in the clan who also have planting experience...... Tomorrow I will go with me to inspect the land nearby. ”

"Oh, good." Clods of earth answered.

"Break up."

The crowd dispersed.

The sentry stood up, moved his limbs, and barely took a few steps when he ran into the little sparrow head-on.

"What's wrong, little sparrow?" Ma Whistle smiled and patted the girl's head, but the girl's immature face showed some dissatisfaction.

"Who is she?" The little sparrow stretched out his hand, and the horse whistle looked over, and saw Millie sitting alone in a corner not far away, looking lonely from side to side.