1840 Indian Rebirth

Chapter 42 [Girl Millie]

"Now there are four clans that have decided to join us." Shi Ya said as he touched a scroll from his waist, and opened it to find a map.The map shows the surrounding area for hundreds of kilometers and marks the location of many Indian clans.

Pointing to the map, he continued: "When we return, we will follow this route, we will be able to pass by these four clans, and then we will bring their clansmen back to Sleeping Bear together."

After looking at the horse post, the route that the stone crow pointed to was almost the same route that the Mianxiong Clan came to, but it took a slight detour. If everything goes well, they should be able to return to the Mianxiong Clan in at most half a month.

"what do you think?"

Ma Shao nodded: "Let's go like this, let's get ready and start off tomorrow."

Then he suddenly remembered something, hesitated a little and said: "By the way, what about rainy days, what did he say?"

In the past few months, he has spent the most time with rainy days, and he has also gotten along the most.If possible, he hopes to join the Sleeping Bear Clan even in rainy days.

"After all, he is the high priest of the tribe, so of course he went back with the great chief." Shi Crow said, "But before he left, he told me that he had ordered the newspaper delivery person to send the newspaper to the Sleeping Bear Clan in the future."

Ma Shao nodded and said nothing.

After a day of preparation, under his leadership, everyone left the camp. A group of 98 people set off eastward.

"This expedition is really unexpected." Walking on the road, Shi Ya felt emotional again, and he looked back at the team behind him, "I was worried that there would be a few fewer people, but I didn't expect that there would be so many more."

"Not many. Counting their clansmen, the four clans have a maximum of 700 people, plus ourselves, the total number is less than 1000." Ma Shao said.

In his previous life, he grew up in China, the country with the largest population, so Ma Shao's concept of population is naturally deeply rooted in the Chinese style.

Eight to nine hundred people, which is the level of a village in China, and it is not a big village, so there are so many people.

"That's not much?" Stone Crow and other Indians certainly didn't think so. "With their joining, we may be the largest clan."

"What's more, there will definitely be other clans joining in the future. I'm afraid it won't take a few years for the Sleeping Bear clan's population to reach a frightening number. For example—" He thought for a while, and finally thought of a man he thought Amazing enough numbers, "3000 people!"

"..." Looking at Shi Ya excitedly stretching out three fingers, Ma Shuo was speechless for a while.

"Strange, why do you still think that this is not too many, this is 3000 people, I have never seen so many people in my life." Shi Ya said.

After a while, he changed the subject: "There is no doubt that people trust you. So many people, how do you plan to manage them?"

"First, we need to settle down," said the horse whistle.

Many Indian clans, including the Sleeping Bear clan, lived as hunters and often followed herds of bison to migrate back and forth.

The Sleeping Bear clan is pretty good. It is located in the central part of the United States, the climate is relatively mild, and the nearby buffalo herds are still thriving. Therefore, their residence is relatively stable, and they have not moved far in recent years.

But to develop industry and agriculture, this semi-settled state is obviously not enough, and there must be a long-term settlement.

"Settling down? What if the buffalo herd moves to a distant place?" Shi Ya couldn't help asking, which was also a question asked by many clansmen.

"So we still need to start farming." Ma Whistle said, and then looked back, "Mud, I remember you have experience in growing wheat, right?"

The round-faced youth known as the clod is a Navajo. The Navajo and the Apache are closely related, and their language belongs to the Apache language. It is common for them to live together.

The clod nodded and said, "The Navajo clan I belonged to was a wheat grower. Later, I joined the current clan and hunted bison together."

"In the future, we need to eat more things that grow in the ground, and we can't just rely on bison." Ma Whistle said.

North American bison are difficult to domesticate, and bison is the staple food, which is no different from sitting and eating mountains.He knew that in the 21st century, bison became protected animals.

As a result of Indians' reliance on bison, they are endangered together with bison, and it is imperative to develop agriculture and animal husbandry.

As they rode forward, they talked about the future development plan of the clan, and unknowingly came to a small river, surrounded by many vegetation.

"hiss--"

At this moment, the black front under the horse whistle suddenly neighed and stopped in place,

"What's wrong?" Horse Whistle leaned over and patted Hei Feng, trying to understand what it was thinking.

"Hiss——" Hei Feng took a few steps slowly, and came to the side of a thick bush, then stopped again, screaming continuously.

Everyone looked at each other.

Ma Shuo looked at the bushes in front of him and frowned.

Is there something in it?
Horses still had a good sense of smell, certainly much better than humans, so although he felt nothing, he had reason to believe that something might be hiding in the bushes.

Immediately he got off his horse, and while holding the dagger, he carefully groped for the bushes.

However, as soon as he moved, he saw the bushes swaying for a while, and then a girl's broken cry burst out from it: "Wow—help!"

Immediately, a white girl in a beautiful white dress but ragged, like a frightened fawn, staggered out of the bushes.

Before she could take a few steps, she fell flat and slammed onto the ground fiercely.

"Father, mother, woo woo woo..." She struggled to get up, and continued to cry, her face was smeared with mud mixed with tears and snot, she looked disheveled, and there was still some blood on her body.

The girl got up, but it was a pity that there was a river in front of her, and a group of Indians with live ammunition behind her, but there was no way to escape, so she could only stand pitifully by the river, crying and looking around.

Someone pointed a gun at her.

The horse whistle quickly raised his hand to signal: "She's just a child, don't hurt her."

The tribe put down the gun, he walked up to the girl, organized his words, and said in English: "Are you okay?"

"Woooooo..." The girl didn't speak, still wiping her tears.

"We are good people." Horse Whistle was limited by his English level, so he could only speak this kind of dialogue that sounded a bit mentally retarded.

"Good...good guy?" The girl's fear seemed to ease a little, she looked up at the horse whistle in front of her, and felt that he was indeed a good guy, or more handsome.

"That's right, we won't hurt you." Horse Whistle nodded and asked again, "What's your name?"

"I... My name is Millie." The girl said in a slightly sobbing voice. She looked eleven or twelve years old. Although she had a gray face, her wet eyes were bright.

"Where are your parents, why are you hiding there?" Ma Whistle didn't remember what the bush should say, so he pointed his finger.

Millie hesitated for a while, and finally seemed to have made up her mind: "You are a good person... Can you save my parents? They are over there."

(End of this chapter)