บท 125: Chapter 126: [Three people make a crowd]
The slave owners eventually gave up their slaves.
He wanted to join Mianxiong because he knew about the deeds of Mianxiong City, especially the victory over the plague, which made him have a strong yearning for this place.
No Indian tribe had ever before been able to defeat a plague.
Nowadays, as long as you live in Sleeping Bear City, you can protect yourself from the most terrible natural disasters in the world. Compared with this benefit, a few slaves are certainly nothing, and it is more or less some compensation.
He sold slaves to the Arapaho, who then gave the purchased slaves to Sleeping Bear in exchange for a reduction in the sentences of his family members.
This was a relatively balanced result. Those who were willing to trade slaves for their family members in exchange for reduced sentences certainly had some wealth. By letting these people bear part of the compensation, the tribe's direct expenditures were saved a lot, and the slave owners also received compensation that was not too low.
After completing the basic formalities before entering the city, the new immigrants, led by several soldiers, entered Mianxiong City and arrived at their future residence.
"White people's houses?" Some Comanches looked at the buildings in surprise.
Standing before them was a small building made of brick and stone with two floors.
"This is a brick and stone house," the soldier said. "The Housing Department is promoting this type of building. There will be fewer and fewer tents and wooden houses in the future."
Someone asked, "Two families are going to live here?"
Soldier: "Yes, there are two floors, one for each family."
"This... isn't good. As far as I know, no clan would do this."
"No clan is immune to the plague either."
"This is also the arrangement of the great chieftain," the soldier continued. "The great chieftain said that in the future our houses will become taller and stronger, and everyone will have to adapt to living in high-rise buildings."
People were talking about it, saying all sorts of things: "I heard that Chief Ma Shao is like a giant and can spit out lightning from his mouth. Is that true?"
"You will be able to see the Great Chief in person soon, and the Great Chief will talk to you. Every new immigrant can talk to the Great Chief for at least one minute." said the soldier.
Ma Shao has always done this. He will talk to each new immigrant for at least one minute.
Everyone in Sleeping Bear City had talked to him face to face and knew his voice, appearance and demeanor clearly.
In fact, he felt that this habit could definitely stick.
After all, there are only about 300,000 or 400,000 Indians in the United States. One minute per person is only a few thousand hours.
Spread out over ten years, two hours a day, it's not a heavy burden.
At least for Ma Shao today, this is really nothing.
His nearly perfect physical fitness endows him with far more energy than ordinary people. In addition, he has an increasingly enhanced concentration, can stay focused for a long time, and rarely gets distracted at work... This may also be because he has no mobile phone or Internet.
His ability to act has become so powerful that it is difficult for ordinary people to understand. Anyway, he is sure that if he met such a person in his previous life, he would most likely want to kneel down.
For Ma Shao now, 996 is almost like maintaining health.
A mere two hours of conversation was nothing more than an indulgence.
Of course, although there is no difficulty, there are a lot of troubles.
Most of the new immigrants have not received any decent education, and there are many foreigners, so there is naturally a gap in communication.
This gap not only brings many obstacles to language communication, but also to various matters.
With the influx of a large number of new immigrants, Ma Shao and Rainy Day had to discuss this issue.
"...I think we might be able to carry out some preliminary assimilation on them before they come to Sleeping Bear City." Rainy Day said.
"How to do it?" Ma Shao asked.
Rainy Day: "Take the initiative to send our shamans out to preach to various ethnic groups with gifts and knowledge."
"This way, when we absorb other tribes, some of them will have already accepted many of our ideas, and assimilation will naturally be much easier."
Ma Shao nodded quickly: "You are right, this is what we should do, but we don't have enough shamans..."
In the old days, shamanism was both a political identity and a profession that could be used to make a living.
But the shamans of the Oracle religion have almost no professional attributes, but are merely a political identity, or a political outlook.
People who possess the status of oracle shamans are mostly practitioners in education, medical care, management, military officers, etc. They are quite rare and important.
You can export some to other places, but definitely not too much, otherwise you will not be able to handle the work of your own tribe.
Rainy Day said, "Sooner or later we will absorb all the native peoples of North America, so it doesn't hurt to send more."
Ma Shao shook his head. "Once a shaman is sent out, he can't continue to learn. Our shamans are excellent, but they still need to learn a lot, and they can only continue to learn if they stay in the tribe."
Rainy Day thought for a moment: "Maybe we can rotate?"
"Well, but we can't send too many." Ma Shao thought, "How about this, we assign two soldiers to each shaman. The two soldiers will serve as the shaman's students, assistants, and guards. The three of them will form a 'Spiritual Oracle Group', and the group will be responsible for the 'pre-assimilation' task of each tribe."
Rainy Day nodded: "How many such teaching groups do you plan to send out?"
"How about fifteen?" Ma Shao thought about it.
"Too few," said Rainy Day. "How about thirty? Thirty shamans, including accompanying soldiers, would only be ninety people."
"That's fine," Ma Shao said. "We'll mainly send them to the Navajo, Kiowa, and Apache tribes first... We'll take our time. Our reputation isn't high enough yet, so the tribes may not be willing to accept the missions we send out."
Then he remembered something: "This 'teaching group' is worth promoting. In the future, as long as there are more than three Lingyujiao believers, they should form a group to help each other, learn from each other, and spread the doctrine."
Rainy Day: "Would it be inappropriate to let the believers establish themselves?"
Ma Shao: "Believers can form their own groups, but they can only be temporary organizations. Formal religious groups need approval, and we have the right to change or cancel any religious group."
"We must fully master the Spiritual Religion, at least to the same degree as the Catholic Pope."
Rainy Day nodded: "I will add the content about the teaching group to the "Spiritual Oracle"."
The two men talked for a while until a soldier brought the latest newspaper.
In this era of backward communication means, newspapers were almost their only way to obtain a large amount of information from the outside world, especially information about white people.
The two flipped through the newspaper, hoping to find some valuable information.
Soon one of the news caught Ma Shao's attention: "California...Republic."
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