Chapter 7: Heimlich Maneuver

Two months later.

With the return of Feng Sheng's rude father, Ma Shao's identity changed dramatically - from one of the only two orphans to the only orphan.

But this did not make Ma Shao more lonely. In fact, in order to stay away from his father, Feng Sheng spent more time on combat training and getting along with Ma Shao, his only peer.

As they spent more time together, Feng Sheng discovered that compared to the past, Ma Shao seemed to have become much smarter and... more humorous, sometimes even enough to make him laugh.

This is normal. After all, Ma Shao is a person of the Internet age. The jokes and dirty talk in his mind are at least two orders of magnitude more than those of Indians, and another order of magnitude more when facing minors.

So the two became good friends.

Every time Ma Shao went out to collect ingredients, he would call Feng Sheng along.

He is happy to do this. A reasonable diet structure is very helpful for children. In his opinion, this is like buffing future teammates.

"It's fishing today, right?"

"That's right."

The two prepared their fishing gear, spears, and headed for a nearby river. Of course, they also had weapons for self-defense, bows and arrows, and Kentucky rifles with horse whistles.

The Sleeping Bear Clan ate less fish and shrimp, but they still had some fishing techniques, such as the common Indian spear fishing technique, which is the technique of using a spear to pierce fish in shallow water.

After two months of practice, the two have mastered the technique and are quite efficient.

Today's harvest was good. After a busy period, they returned to the camp with several river fish weighing nearly 20 kilograms in total. Of course, two children could not eat so many fish. They usually made the excess fish into fish jerky, just like beef jerky, so that they can be preserved for a long time.

While walking on the road, Ma Shao started whistling the tune of "Moon Boat". He didn't know why he had developed a special liking for this nursery rhyme recently.

Ma Shao's family talent is indeed very strong. Just like his father, his whistle is also loud and clear. It can basically be regarded as a musical instrument and he plays it very well.

At the beginning, Fengsheng tried to imitate it, but now he has given up and just listens to the music with peace of mind, enjoying the experience of a Walkman more than a hundred years in advance.

Borrowing a fire from someone, they started to cook the fish.

"Son, are you cooking fish? Come on, put some bison meat in!" He said loudly and ran over. Without saying anything, he poured a pile of bison jerky into the stone pot, and the soup splashed everywhere.

Not only did this move spread like wildfire, even Ma Shao couldn't help but frown.

"Can you keep your voice down?" the wind said.

"Ah, this is considered loud? How quiet do you want me to be?" He opened his eyes wide and spoke loudly. The birds in the sky lowered their heads to observe, but the tribesmen were no longer surprised.

"..." Feng took a deep breath, his body trembled slightly, and his eyes became unfocused.

He was obviously angry. But he was not angry with his father, but with himself. He was angry with himself for saying "Can you keep your voice down?" again.

He knew that this sentence would only be met with "That's loud", but he still couldn't help it. He felt like a waste.

Ma Shao saw all of this.

I have to say that Dasheng's personality and habits are more like a child than Fengsheng's. No wonder Fengsheng doesn't want to be with his father and avoids him whenever possible.

He won't change even if you tell him loudly, or he can't change at all. He just clumsily gets closer to his son with various reasons, thinking that this can save the father-son relationship a little bit. But the result is only counterproductive.

Feng Sheng had no choice but to remain silent as much as possible. Persuasion, crying, and getting angry would only waste energy. Because of his father's existence, his entire childhood was a practice of silence and patience.

"Son, let me tell you a story. Do you know why rabbits like their tails?" He said loudly as if he remembered some interesting story.

"..." Feng Sheng lowered his head and said nothing.

The atmosphere was a little awkward, but of course it was only filled by the sound of horse whistles and wind, and no one could hear it loudly.

Fortunately, at this moment, a panicked cry suddenly came from a tent: "Help! Save my brother!"

"What's wrong?"

"What happened?"

Upon hearing the news, the tribesmen rushed over, including Ma Shao, Feng Sheng and Da Sheng.

When they arrived, they saw a long-haired boy about thirteen or fourteen lying on the ground outside the tent. He had his hands covering his neck, his face flushed, his eyes rolled back, and he was about to lose consciousness.

"What's wrong with your messy hair?" asked Shaman Stone Crow.

The messy-haired brother looked anxious: "He…he choked."

Choked.

Although this may sound like a minor problem, in fact, for a long time, people choking to death while eating have not been uncommon.

Even in later generations, the deaths caused by choking are almost the same as those caused by traffic accidents.

Indian shamans are also doctors, but in reality they are at most amateur psychologists. There are very few things that can truly be considered medical skills, and they are mostly concentrated in the field of trauma, so they are helpless against this.

Therefore, Shi Ya soon put his hands together, closed his eyes, and chanted: "Great Spirit bless you, Great Spirit bless you..."

"Great Spirit, please bless us, Great Spirit, please bless us…" The tribesmen also began to pray.

"Get out of the way!" Ma Shao failed to squeeze in for a long time and suddenly became anxious. He pushed and shouted and finally squeezed in through the crowd.

Without saying a word, he rushed forward and performed the Heimlich maneuver.

Ma Shao asked someone to help Luanfa up from the side, and at the same time he stood behind Luanfa, and put his left hand around from behind to the front of his body and made a fist with the knuckles facing his upper abdomen, then held his left fist with his right hand and punched his abdomen quickly and rhythmically.

He is still young, so he needs help from others and he has to use all his strength.

"What is this, little whistle?"

"Needless to say, look at him pushing his messy hair up and down...he's obviously dancing!" he said loudly.

Dance your mother!

Hearing this, Ma Shao couldn't help but curse in his heart, saving people can actually be regarded as dancing.

However, this is not too outrageous. In the eyes of many Indians, dancing is indeed a way to cure diseases.

Ten seconds later.

He spat out a piece of beef with a "wow" sound, and then was supported by someone. He had stars in his eyes and was gasping for breath. It took him a long time to recover.

"The messy hair is saved!"

"How did they do this? It's incredible!"

"Little Whistle must have received inspiration from the Great Spirit!"

Seeing that the person had been rescued, Ma Shao breathed a sigh of relief and thought about how to explain the Heimlich maneuver in a materialistic language that his tribesmen could understand.

"Hit his stomach, and the air in his stomach will naturally push the things out." Ma Shao explained as simply as possible and demonstrated the movements.

The movements are simple and people can learn them quickly.

But there are still many people who believe that this is the revelation of the Great Spirit - the so-called Great Spirit can be understood as the God of some Indians, but it is more abstract, a bit similar to the concept of "holy light", which is a relatively primitive and hazy belief.

It doesn't matter if the tribesmen think so, the shaman Stone Crow also thinks so.

He first calmed down from his shock, then pondered for a while: "Little Whistle... follow me."