Chapter 70: Guarding the Tent

"The Sleeping Bear Clan is a member of the Apache Plains Tribe, and as far as I know, they don't have a good relationship with the tribe." Owl said with a smile, then looked at the high priest beside him, "Is that right?"

The high priest nodded, "To be precise, there was tension between Ma Shao and the chief of the tent guard of the Apache Plains tribe. It is said that the tent guard almost killed him because of the Arapaho captives."

Owl continued, "As long as we tell the tent guard about this and have him order Ma Shao to hand over the Twin Wolf Clan, I believe the Sleeping Bear Clan will be in trouble."

"Maybe this can directly provoke a civil war among the Apaches. When they start the civil war, we can intervene and it will be much easier for us to do anything..."

Oklahoma.

Of course, this is a statement made in later generations. Today's Oklahoma, like Kansas, is a territory acquired by the United States through the Louisiana Purchase. It has no established system, no state government, and no official name.

This is probably the most densely populated area of ​​North American Indians, because there are a large number of Indian reservations here, and the Indians defeated by the United States will be driven into the reservations.

Some places are not reservations, but are traditional Indian settlements, such as the Apache Plains Tribe, most of whose clans are located in western Oklahoma.

The Canadian River is the largest tributary of the Arkansas River and the main river in Oklahoma, running east-west.

As to why there is a river called Canada in the United States, it remains an unsolved mystery...neither Americans nor Canadians can explain it clearly.

To the Indians the river had no confusing name.

The Indians generally call it the Red River.

The plains tribe of the Apache was located on the banks of the Red River.

The chief guarding the tent was carefully checking the tent he lived in, frowning as he turned up every corner, his seriousness seemed as if he was checking for air tightness.

After a while, he found a hole in a corner. The hole was not even big enough for his little finger, but it made him look relieved.

"Great Chief, what are you doing?" The entrance of the tent was open, and he came in from outside on a rainy day and asked in surprise.

The tent keeper stood up, a little embarrassed: "Ah, nothing. It's raining, what do you want?"

Rainy Day said, "Captain, I plan to expand the classroom so that I can better popularize the Apache language to my people."

The man guarding the tent showed no interest in this: "That thing is useless. Isn't one classroom enough?"

Although this answer was not beyond Rainy Day's expectations, he still couldn't help but sigh secretly, and then brought out the prepared words: "Words can help us record the will of the Great Spirit, only-"

His words came to an abrupt end as an Apache warrior came in from outside.

"Big Chief, a Comanche messenger came from outside the tribe and said he wanted to see you," said the warrior.

"Comanche?" The man guarding the tent and Rainy Day were a little surprised, then followed the warriors and soon saw the Comanche messenger at the entrance of the tribe.

A man in his early thirties with two long braids hanging in front of him.

"Respected Chief of the Apache Plains Tribe, I am an envoy from the Comanche Forest Tribe. You can call me 'Long Walk'." The envoy bowed and said.

The tent keeper nodded, "Well, hello, Changbu. Your chief asked you to come here. What did he want to tell me?"

Changbu spoke fluent Apache: "Chief Owl wants me to express my protest to your tribe."

"Protest?" Both the tent guard and the rainy day frowned.

Changbu continued, "The Sleeping Bear Clan under the Plains Tribe used deception and provocation to annex the Comanche clan, the Two Wolf Clan, in the north, and forced the Comanche people to learn the Apache language..."

"The two tribes are not in a state of war. Chief Owl hopes that you can immediately stop the Sleeping Bear Clan's actions and order Chief Sleeping Bear's horse whistle to release the Twin Wolf Clan. Otherwise, the Comanche will consider calling in a coalition force to fight back against the Apache invasion."

The man guarding the tent was stunned for a moment, then he shouted, "What? Ma Shao actually dared to do such a thing!"

Xia Yutian was shocked and said quickly: "Captain, this is probably not true. You know Ma Shao well, he would never do such a thing."

"Yes, I know his character very well - arrogant, rude, insidious and cunning! He is a disgrace to Apache!" the tent guard blurted out. He no longer had any good feelings towards Ma Shao and he regretted not killing Ma Shao last time.

It was raining and his brows were furrowed. His expression changed a lot, but he didn't know what to say.

He had tried countless times to repair the relationship between the tent guards and the horse scouts.

But unfortunately, his efforts ultimately failed.

Rainy Day has clearly realized that it is useless to say anything now.

After all, the tent guard and the horse sentry are not the same kind of people, and the two are destined to have frequent contact, and becoming enemies is an inevitable result.

Just as Changbu was about to say something else, the tent guard said directly: "Don't worry, as the chief of the Apache Plains Tribe, I promise that I will give Comanche an explanation."

Changbu immediately said: "Thank you, wise chief guarding the tent."

After he leaves.

Rainy Day asked, "Captain, how are you going to handle this?"

The man guarding the tent hesitated for a moment, his eyes flickered slightly, and he finally said, "Of course, order Ma Shao to release the Twin Wolf Clan."

"What if he doesn't want to?" Rainy Day added, "or if the truth of the matter is not at all what the Comanche describes it as?"

"I'll talk to him in person." The tent guard didn't say much to him and turned and left.

After he returned to the tent, he first closed the tent, then found a piece of cowhide and sewed up the tiny hole he had just found in the tent.

Looking at the repaired tent, the tent keeper couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, a sense of security appeared on his face.

…

In order to have enough land before spring planting, all the laborers of the Sleeping Bear Clan have been busy cultivating the land recently.

Hundreds of tribesmen were busy in the fields along the Arkansas River every day, and Ma Shao would occasionally join in.

Although most of the tribesmen are not skilled farmers, thanks to the favorable land conditions nearby and reasonable planning, the expansion speed of farmland is still considerable.

So far, the Mianxiong Clan has more than 5,000 mu of farmland, more than 3 mu per capita. If there are advanced technical conditions, this is enough food to become the main food of the Mianxiong Clan.

Unfortunately, most people do not have sufficient agricultural skills, and it will take at least a year to truly complete the transformation.

Ma Shao was dressed as a farmer, standing in the field with a hoe, which reminded him of his childhood in the countryside in his previous life.

"Bloat, when are you going to plant corn?" he asked. Corn is a good thing. The United States is the world's largest corn producer, and Kansas is one of the most important corn producing states in the United States.

Clod: "In a few days, it will be the most suitable time."

As the two talked, the clod said, "Chief, will we always have this system in the future?"

"You mean public ownership of land and collective production?"

"yes."

Ma Shao pondered and said, "The land will always be publicly owned, but collective production is temporary. We are not familiar with agriculture yet, so we must learn and help each other in the process of farming. In this way, the food produced should naturally be controlled by the clan."

"But once we are familiar with agriculture, food production should be distributed to every family, and the clan as the landowner will only take a small amount of food. As for later..."

Seeing that he didn't continue, Tu Kuai couldn't help but ask, "What about later?"

"Nothing." Ma Shao didn't say anything else.

Later, of course, came mechanized farms, but at that time even Standard Oil and Ford Motor Company were not yet in existence, let alone the large-scale mechanized farms that would later appear in the United States.

As soon as Ma Shao left the farmland and returned to the clan, he learned a surprising news.

"The Great Chief wants to see me?"