Bab 111: Chapter 112: [Expression]
People die of illness almost every day, and bone grinding is just one of them. It has been more than a month since Ma Shao returned to Mianxiong. So far, the cumulative number of deaths from illness has exceeded seventy.
However, the fear brought by the plague is gradually easing.
Because there were so few deaths!
In later times, seventy or eighty deaths among more than four thousand people would be a very high ratio, but for the Indians, it was nothing.
Over the past few hundred years, countless Indian clans have been wiped out by plague.
In the memory of the Indians, plague is almost synonymous with doomsday, it means hell has come to the world and darkness has submerged everything.
Therefore, in the psychological expectation of the Mianxiong people, if a few hundred people died in the city with a population of three or four thousand, it would be considered a blessing from the great spirit; if a thousand people died, it would be considered basic operation; and if two thousand people died, it would not be worth making a fuss about.
Unexpectedly, after more than a month, only dozens of people died, most of whom were elderly people and those who refused to wear masks, and the plague has almost stopped spreading.
Plague, has it ever been so merciful to the Indians?
So after more than a month of tension, many Sleeping Bear people felt that there was nothing to be nervous about. At least with the great chief around, the plague was not worth worrying about.
In the eyes of many people, the turning point of the plague was the return of Ma Shao - as soon as Ma Shao came back, the plague was quickly contained, just like the sun rising from the east, dispelling the darkness and melting the ice and snow.
Of course this is not the case.
As early as when Rainy Day and others took isolation measures, the epidemic in Mianxiong City had been brought under control, but the effect was not immediately apparent.
When Ma Shao came back after a period of quarantine and launched an impressive mask, the effect of curbing the epidemic seemed very obvious.
Facts are facts, but interpretations are determined by people. In the eyes of many people, it was Ma Shao who dispelled the plague, so people naturally admired and respected him even more.
Coupled with the fact that the old shaman groups were hit hard by the epidemic, this kind of reverence and the "Spiritual Oracle" quickly penetrated and penetrated into the corners of everyone's hearts, including some people who were once more stubborn.
This development was something Lu Shou had never expected. He could not imagine that Ma Shao could actually defeat the most terrible natural disaster, the plague.
Lu Shou had thought that the plague would catch Ma Shao off guard, but now it turned out that he was the one who was caught off guard.
After this epidemic, some of the old shamans became depressed and some were cremated, and most of the few soldiers he tried to gather ignored him.
More importantly, his former cronies actually showed signs of changing their beliefs. They no longer believed in the theories he advocated, such as the supremacy of tradition and Apache, and instead turned to the supremacy of the great chief and the oracle.
Once beliefs differ, the foundation of trust will fall apart.
Shikatate no longer dared to trust his old friends.
He felt terrified. He was worried, and increasingly worried, that his old friend would eventually choose to betray him and tell Ma Shao everything he had said in private.
If that were the case, he would be screwed.
Shikatari became more and more frightened the more he thought about it, and finally went to his son's house and pushed the door open directly: "Shikatari!"
The young man in the room seemed startled, and quickly made a move, as if hiding something, while complaining: "Father, why didn't you knock on the door?"
"I'm your father, why should I knock on the door?" Lu Shou said confidently, "I've never seen you have this habit before."
Shikao said: "People are like this now, they knock on the door before entering, no matter what the relationship is. In the past, they lived in tents, it was different."
Shikate obviously didn't care: "Alright, alright, I have something important to discuss with you."
"What's the matter?" asked Luwei.
Lu Shou was about to speak, but suddenly frowned and pointed at his son's butt: "What is this?"
Luwei's body froze, a little flustered and not knowing what to say: "Uh..."
Without saying anything, Lu Shou reached out and pulled out a book - "Spiritual Oracle" - from under his son's butt.
"Are you reading "Spiritual Oracle"?!" Although Lu Shou could not read many words, he could still recognize the title of the book. He was shocked and angry at the moment. A surge of blood rushed to his forehead, making him feel dizzy.
Luwei said hurriedly, "Father, Dad, listen to me--"
Deershou was furious, and stepped forward and slapped him: "How dare you read this kind of thing, this kind of thing that tampers with tradition and makes up nonsense!"
Luwei said hurriedly, "Keep your voice down, father, the neighbors will hear you."
Deer Hand also realized that his voice was too loud just now, and immediately suppressed his anger, poked his son's chest and said: "Have you never taken my words to heart? I want to drive those two bastards out of the tribe, but you are secretly reading their books at home?"
Luwei said with a bitter face: "But father, I can't be promoted if I don't understand the "Spiritual Oracle". I think it is purely for promotion."
Lu Shou paused for a moment, then asked, "Then why did you hide it from me?"
Luwei was speechless.
Seeing his son's expression, Deerhand's fear reached its peak. He finally made up his mind and said through gritted teeth: "Call your Comanche friend over, now!"
"Oh..." Shikao walked out.
After his son left, Lu Shou sat down on the chair and slammed the table angrily.
After a while, Luwei came back with another young man.
"What's your name?" Deer Hand looked at the young man.
"My name is Blackhorn." Blackhorn's accent was clearly that of a Comanche. Although many Comanches had mastered the Apache language, they still had a strange accent.
"Black Horn." Deer Hand nodded. "From what I know, you seem to have a good relationship with Square Face?"
Black Horn said nothing.
Shikawei then said: "It's okay, he is my father, you don't have to hide anything."
Hei Jiao glanced at him and finally nodded: "Yes, Fang Lian is my friend."
Deer Hand asked again: "Do you still consider him a friend now?"
Hei Jiao hesitated for a moment: "Friends are always friends."
Shikatate: "That's good. I'm looking for you this time because I want you to accompany me to meet someone, and I also need you to be my translator."
"Who are you meeting?" Heijiao asked puzzledly.
Deer Hand said slowly: "A prisoner of the Sleeping Bear City labor camp, the great chief of your Comanche Forest Tribe, Owl."
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Chieftain's Hall.
"Brother Shaozi, your new mask is ready!" The girl ran into the house happily. Now the only one who calls Ma Shao like this is the little sparrow.
"Thank you, little sparrow." Ma Shao smiled and took the brand new mask. Masks made of cotton cloth can be reused after high temperature sterilization, and they must be reused, otherwise there will not be enough materials. However, if they are used too much, they still need to be replaced with a new one.
The little sparrow blushed and said, "You don't have to thank me. Or... you have to show your gratitude with practical actions."
"What practical action do you want?" Ma Shao asked casually.
The little sparrow didn't answer, but her face turned a little redder.
Ma Shao thought for a moment and said, "Hmm...how about this, you come to the math and physics class, and I will teach you more math and physics."
The little sparrow blinked: "???"
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