The wind pretended not to hear, took a deep breath, walked to the podium, looked at the handouts in his hand, and continued to popularize common sense for the middle-aged and elderly people in the classroom: "...... Eat cooked meat as much as possible, raw meat is unclean and can easily cause diseases. Beef liver is a delicacy, but it should also be cooked. ”

said loudly but blurted out: "Beef liver should be eaten raw, cooked beef liver has no taste at all!" ”

His voice was as loud as ever, as if he was shouting a slogan, and the other middle-aged and elderly people in the classroom also started talking about it.

"Quiet." The wind said.

But he was only fourteen years old, he had neither eagle feathers, nor was he very powerful, so he had no prestige in front of the elders.

The middle-aged and elderly people should chatter, and there is no quiet meaning at all.

Loudly said that as his father, naturally he didn't care about his prestige. Coupled with the noisy discussion around him, he said loudly and loudly: "Son, you can know if you taste raw beef liver, Dad definitely didn't lie to you, raw beef liver is really delicious." ”

"This is what the chief said, including beef liver, all meat, all, should be cooked!" Fengsheng stammered a little, obviously emotionally unstable.

Young teachers tend to be the same when faced with increasingly noisy and chaotic classrooms. Fengsheng's situation is particularly dire, after all, the student who took the lead in disrupting classroom discipline is his biological father.

He exclaimed, "Oh, didn't the chief also say 'nothing is absolute'...... I've been eating raw beef liver for so many years, and I haven't seen anything. ”

At this time, a middle-aged man among the students suddenly jumped out and said, "By the way, have any of you ever eaten that thing from a cow?" ”

"What's that?" People were curious.

"That's it." The middle-aged man's smile became obscene.

"Oh, you're not ashamed!" The women said, "Shameless." ”

Seeing that the classroom was about to turn into a party, no matter how calm Rao is voice was, he couldn't help but blush, and was ready to shout a few "silences" fiercely.

However, before he could open his mouth, he almost broke down when he said the next words out loud.

"I've eaten!" Say aloud and proudly, "If you don't believe me, you can ask my son!" ”

People suddenly put on a stunned expression, and they all cast inquiring colors at the wind.

Fengsheng's face was red and white, and the hand holding his fist trembled slightly: "Don't say it, okay?" ”

"What's the matter, didn't you eat it when you were a child, I fed it to you with my own hands, and you still said it was delicious!" Speak out loud and say.

The class was in an uproar.

Fengsheng's eyes were scattered, and he was speechless: "......"

After that, until the end of the class, the class was full of discussions about the joy of eating cows, and loudly said that he was very proud to be the focus of people, and he taught his secret cuisine in every detail.

Fengsheng directly gave up the lecture, sat silently, and left the classroom without looking back when the time came for the end of class.

He walked to the door of another classroom, the one dedicated to Apache language for whites and Comanches, and Ma Whistle had just finished class.

"Chieftain......

"What's wrong?" The horse whistle beckoned for the wind to follow, and walked to the chieftain's hall not far away.

The so-called Chief's Hall is nothing more than a name, and in fact, from any point of view, this chief's office and clan meeting room is not called a "hall", it is a slightly larger wooden house.

The two entered the chief's hall, sat down on their chairs, and said in a loud voice: "Chief, I don't want to be a teaching assistant or a teacher anymore, at least don't let me be a teaching assistant or teacher in a literacy class." ”

Ma Whistle looked at his haggard and depressed expression, and roughly guessed the truth: "Because of your father? ”

The wind nodded.

Ma Whistle was silent for a moment: "Although it may be a little bit of a standing and talking without back pain, I still suggest that you try to communicate with your father as much as possible." ”

"It's useless." Fengsheng sighed, "He's not an ordinary father, he's a rare kind...... He couldn't even whisper, his name was like a curse. ”

"You're rare, you're rare, you're rare." The horse whistle is not nonsense. The wind was his first friend when he came into this world, and he knew the wind well.

Especially after the establishment of the primary school, Fengsheng showed quite an amazing learning ability, learned words quickly, and also showed a good talent for mathematics.

In just a few months, he was able to give lectures to the lower grades and literacy classes, and his math level was second only to that of all students.

You must know that the long stick is already in his twenties, and he is the earliest student of Ma Whistle, both in terms of biological age and school age, which is a lot higher than the rumor.

If in China, Fengsheng will definitely be regarded as a genius boy, considering that he still has a father who lacks roots, maybe there is a chance to repeat the famous scene of "Hurt Zhongyong".

It is a pity that the Indians do not have a tradition of attaching importance to culture and education.

Not to mention attaching importance to cultural education, even cultural education itself is just beginning, so people don't think that the rumors are anything remarkable. In the eyes of some, academic performance is not as important as dueling card results.

Even if a few people realized the importance of cultural knowledge, they would not feel that the rumors were so powerful, after all, there was a completely incomprehensible existence in front of them, that is, the same fourteen-year-old chieftain horse whistle.

Just as the presence of the scorching sun makes the stars indistinguishable from the sky, the presence of the horse whistle also makes the sound of the wind look indistinguishable from ordinary people.

"Rare father, rare son, isn't this good, maybe he gave you all his wisdom." The horse whistle laughed.

The wind didn't speak.

Ma Whistle put away his smile and said again with some seriousness: "I don't know if you realize it, we have entered a special era. ”

"Indeed." Fengsheng nodded, "This is the change you have brought about, our lives are very different from before. ”

Ma Whistle shook his head: "You may not understand what I mean, I am not talking about the result of change, but the process." In the past, there have been changes in our lives, such as the horses brought by Europeans, but the changes have been largely gradual. ”

"It's different now, the pace of change is accelerating, and I want to teach you as soon as possible what white people know, as well as my own thinking."

"Indigenous societies are likely to change more in the next two decades than in the last 350 years combined."

In fact, Ma Whistle is conservative.

If all goes well for his plans, the Indians will be able to complete the equivalent of 10,000 years of many civilizations in the next twenty years, flying from Neolithic to Electric.

What does this mean? It means a huge generation gap, an unprecedented generation gap - the Apache people in twenty years will generally surpass their predecessors by hundreds of years in knowledge. ”

The wind was thoughtful.

Ma Whistle continued: "In a stagnant society, the elders have an absolute educational obligation to the younger ones. ”

"But in such a rapidly changing society, not only do the elders have an obligation to educate the younger ones, but the younger generations who grow up also have the obligation to educate the elders. So, if you love your father, you should take responsibility for educating him. ”

Fengsheng thought for a while, and then said: "However, I don't seem to love him at all." ”

"......" Ma Whistle's expression froze.

The air was quiet for two seconds, and suddenly the stone crow hurried in from outside, as if there was something urgent.

"What's going on?" ”