According to the plan of the horse whistle, the city of Sleeping Bear developed in an orderly manner, popularizing writing, cultivating farmland, building houses, and training soldiers...... And, of course, the propagation of the Spiritual Teachings.

In addition to this, he has another important job recently - economics.

With the popularization of money, Arabic numerals, and basic arithmetic, some commercial activities gradually appeared in the tribe, and people began to get used to various settlements in money.

There are even people who know how to take advantage of information asymmetry, buy low and sell high, and make a little profit by dumping a very limited number of goods.

Ma Whistle didn't care about them, because the people who did this kind of thing so far were drunkards, and the money they earned would soon be spent in the drinking house and into the pocket of the liquor pharmacy, which was equivalent to voluntarily paying the "drinking tax".

Sure enough, both ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, smokers and drinkers are full of dedication.

People's concept of wealth has also gradually changed, or from hazy to concrete.

Ma Whistle first coined an Apache term for "economy" and then created a new department called the "Ministry of Economy" to manage all matters related to the economy.

Of course, this department is almost an empty shell, because there are no economic talents in the tribe, and there are no complex economic problems.

At present, there is probably only one economic issue that really requires Ma Sentinel's attention, and that is to improve public ownership.

As an Indian clan in a stone society, the economic system originally had a large share of public ownership, and after Ma Whistle became a chief, this was strengthened, mastering almost all aspects of production and distribution.

However, in the past, the distribution was directly distributed materials, such as beef, cowhide and so on.

Now that money is popular, it is natural that it can no longer be completely distributed in this primitive way, otherwise it will not only be inefficient, but also not conducive to centralization.

Through the use of money, the horse whistle will be able to concentrate surplus value conveniently like the capitalists, which is naturally also a concentration of power.

For example, if he organizes a hunt, he can choose to pay his people two thousand dollars and then sell the harvested beef to his people for three thousand dollars, so that he has a thousand dollars.

With this thousand dollars, he could use it to buy iron tools, muskets, and even all kinds of products from the white world.

It can also be used to give orders to the people financially, such as buying liquor from the tribesmen, or encouraging the Comanches to learn Apache with bonuses.

Of course, if the horse whistle does this, the end result can only be an economic crisis, and some of the beef will not be sold, like the milk that was thrown away during the Great Depression.

Therefore, the price of beef he set was basically equal to the remuneration of the clansmen, or even slightly lower, and by the way, the money was conveyed to the clansmen to avoid deflation.

However, the above does not include bison skins.

Most bison hides had to be exported to the white world, and this was almost the only product that the Indians could export.

These cowhides for export are the surplus value that Ma Whistle really collects from the tribe.

At the current size of the tribe, the cowhides harvested each month can be exchanged for thousands of dollars of financial income for the tribe.

Add to that the income from Clarktown, and the "drinking tax" or something...... The tribe's monthly revenue is approaching $20,000.

Specifically, the fiscal revenue for July was $19,260.81. There is no doubt that this is a gratifying number.

This morning.

Ma Whistle was lecturing to white children, and that was his main teaching job now, in addition to the math and science refresher.

So far, only a few people in the tribe have been relatively proficient in English, and given the peculiarities of educating white people, the horse whistle has always been in battle.

The effect is also quite good, so far, most of these white children from Clark Town can use Apache for simple conversations, and they have long since lost their resistance to the Apache tribe.

They even enjoyed horse whistles.

After all, they had never seen such a knowledgeable and interesting teacher, and in the face of a good teacher from the twenty-first century, they behaved like an Indian child.

"Alright, class is over, that's the end of today's lesson." Horse Whistle put down the chalk, "Let's go play the dueling card." ”

"Broken cauldron and shipwreck!" The white children rushed out of the classroom excitedly.

Millie was the only one still sitting in her seat, and even with these white friends, she was often so alone.

Looking at her fluttering eyes, Ma Whistle asked, "What's wrong, Millie?" ”

"I heard......" Millie moved her lips before she could speak.

"What did you hear?"

Millie finally said, "I've heard that you're a god...... Are you sure? ”

Ma Whistle was embarrassed for a moment, this was naturally the Spirit Teaching, and now even Millie knew about it. And it seems to be a distorted doctrine, after all, the Spiritual Oracle Sect only says that he has a divine nature, and does not directly say that he is a god.

"Don't take their word for it." He said.

Millie almost interrupted him: "Sure enough! ”

She got up from her seat: "God will not admit that he is God, you are God!" ”

Ma Whistle asked rhetorically, "So, Millie, do you admit that you are a god?" ”

Millie shook her head and looked at him with a determined expression: "I'm not, but it's different, you're obviously not human!" ”

"......" the horse whistle sweated.

Millie said hopefully, "Since you are a god, can you fulfill my two wishes, we ...... Friends, right? ”

"I'm really not a god, and even the shamans don't say that, they just say I'm divine." Ma Whistle really wanted to clarify.

Millie still has hope: "That's one, it's just a small wish, and it doesn't need you to be particularly powerful." ”

"I can't do anything I want, look at this scar on my arm, if I were a god, how could I not even get rid of such a small scar?" The horse whistle shook his arm.

Millie looked at the scar and was stunned for a moment, with a look of disappointment in her eyes: "Okay, you're right. ”

The horse whistle was about to say something more.

Suddenly, there was a rush of footsteps outside the classroom, and several people arrived.

"Great Chief."

When the horse whistle turned his head, he saw that it was several clansmen and an outsider, who seemed to be an Arapahoe from the style of his clothing.

"Who is he?" His brow furrowed slightly.

The Arapahoe took the initiative to introduce himself, speaking Apache and speaking fluently: "Dear son of the sky, I am the messenger of the raven, toes. ”

Ma Whistle couldn't help but be surprised: "Crow? What did he send you for, could it be a declaration of war? ”

"Of course not, after you released us, we were all trying to fulfill our promises, and we didn't want to go to war again." Toe said, "But I did bring news of war this time, and this is a warning from the crows. ”