Chapter 63: Secularization

Not only do they have to tell jokes, they also have to play music and almost perform a skit.

But later, Ma Shao thought about it carefully and felt that performing skits was a bit too frivolous. The aura of comedy might not be a good thing for the chief. If people wanted to laugh when they mentioned the chief, wouldn't it be a loss of dignity?

So he ended up just writing skits instead of acting in them. As for these scripts, they were of course mainly adapted from various comedies, skits, and jokes he had seen in his previous life.

By Ma Shao's standards, Indians generally have a low sense of humor, so the effect of these comedy scenes is very outstanding, and it can almost be said that they have destroyed everyone's sense of humor.

As soon as the party started the language programs, the whole audience couldn't stop laughing, and the atmosphere was even warmer than a bonfire.

Unexpectedly, due to his operations, various gatherings within the tribe quickly became secularized, and the religious attributes weakened, which in turn led to the secularization of the entire clan, and hardly caused any dissatisfaction.

Everyone loves good music and comedy that makes them laugh. It's an innate human instinct.

At the beginning, a shaman approached Ma Shao and hoped that there would be more religious activities at the party, but Ma Shao directly said: There would be no time for skits and music.

Shaman himself liked watching skits and listening to music, so he compromised.

In the end, Ma Shao stipulated that religious activities could only be held briefly at the beginning of various gatherings.

This short religious segment did not play any positive role for religion, because due to the various exciting programs that followed, most people would be absent-minded or even feel bored when participating in religious activities.

Ma Shao himself did not expect this highly effective and harmless de-religionization effect.

He originally just wanted to bring more entertainment activities to his people, nothing more.

But of course he was happy to see this, it was also a pleasant surprise.

That's what a party should be like - just pure joy, nothing mixed in with it.

It was another enjoyable evening, and the finale was the Apache Band, which consisted of three main members: a horse whistle responsible for whistling and composing music, a long stick responsible for beating the drums, and a guy responsible for playing the flute, whose name was "Flute".

Compared with later bands, this band is simply too simple.

But for people of that era, it was already quite luxurious, and it was even groundbreaking in the history of Indian music.

The various future music taught by Ma Shao can not only shock the Indians, but also the white people. At least this is true for Thomas and other white parents who accompanied their children to the party.

They can't understand language programs, but the beauty of music knows no borders.

After the party, the people of the Sleeping Bear Clan left one after another amid laughter and went back to rest.

Several white parents sat together with complicated expressions. They looked like they wanted to have a drink.

But they felt that there seemed to be no alcohol here, at least they didn't see anyone drinking at the party. It was very strange. Aren't many Indians said to be alcoholics?

"Thomas...what do you think?" A tall and thin white man looked at Thomas hesitantly.

"What do you mean?" Thomas said softly, a little absent-mindedly. His son had fallen asleep in his arms.

"I mean this party."

"Not bad." Thomas said casually.

The tall and thin man leaned closer and said, "I think the atmosphere just now was really great, don't you think? I've never seen such a scene, a thousand people gathered together and laughed for an hour!"

Thomas nodded: "Indeed."

Another white parent joined the discussion: "I really want to know what those comedies are about. Judging from the reactions of these Indians, it seems to be the best comedy in the world."

The tall and thin man sighed. "Ah, I even want to live here. They are also good to my children, unlike those barbarians who shouted and killed in the past."

"Are you serious, man?" Others thought the idea was outrageous.

The tall and thin man said nonchalantly, "Why not? Look at our president, Mr. John Tyler. He is just like a stupid groundhog and was even expelled from his own party! I bet that even if he travels all over the United States, there won't be a small town that loves him so much - like these Indians love their chief."

As soon as these words were spoken, several white people started arguing.

"What? You dare to call the president a groundhog!" A bald white man stood up with a scowl on his face. "Do you know how much effort our president has put in for Texas? Do you know how hard he works?"

"I just scolded him, so what! Who cares about Texas? What I want is a richer and more dignified life! John Tyler annexed Texas, and the benefits all went to the rich and powerful. What does it have to do with me! If this country becomes the world's number one power, will my life be better than that of people in other countries?" The tall and thin man said a lot like pouring beans.

The other party blushed, but was speechless: "You, you Irish idiot!"

"British, I've been annoyed with you for a long time--"

No matter how foolish and tyrannical or wise and powerful a leader is, there will always be supporters and opponents. This is the same in any era and in any country.

But this is particularly prominent in many white countries, especially the United States.

Several people argued here for a long time, almost came to a fight, and finally parted on bad terms.

The next day, after visiting the children, the white people returned to Clark Town, but they were divided into two groups.

The people of the Mianxiong clan certainly didn't know about this; they continued to build houses and promote writing as usual.

Compared to last year, the clan primary school has become much more formal. It consists of four wooden houses and is still being expanded.

Of the four houses, one was for the lower grades; one was for the higher grades; one was used to teach literacy to middle-aged and elderly people with poor learning abilities, so that they could at least write their own names and numbers; and the other was for the "international students," namely the Comanches and white people.

There is still a shortage of teaching staff.

The literacy classes for lower grades and middle-aged and elderly people are fine, but for the upper grades there is still only one teacher, Ma Shao. There are a few teaching assistants, but they are not yet up to the level of taking on teaching tasks alone.

The main teacher of the literacy class is Shi Ya. His academic performance in the lower grades is pretty good. More importantly, his identity as a shaman minister makes it easier for him to gain the respect of middle-aged and elderly people.

"... Alcohol is a medicine and medicine should not be taken carelessly. I know some people still drink alcohol secretly, but if you don't want your body to decay quickly and fall into hell after death, it's best to give up this dangerous drink." Shi Ya was talking about the content of the common sense class in class, and mixed in some personal opinions, such as saying that drinking alcohol will send you to hell.

"We should still do as the chief said - drink more hot water."

"Hot water is the cleanest drink."

"Be sure to drink more hot water. The chief is the messenger of the great spirit, and his words cannot be wrong." Shi Ya continued to mix in his private opinions.

But it turns out that this may be the best way to teach middle-aged and elderly people in literacy classes. They seem to believe it.

Just then, a woman hurried into the classroom and said something in his ear.

"I have to leave for a while because of something urgent." Shi Ya's expression changed slightly, and then he said, "Feng Sheng, you will take over the class for me for a while."

"Oh, okay..." Feng Sheng had excellent grades and soon graduated from the lower grades and became an assistant teacher, but his expression and tone were full of helplessness about Shi Ya's arrangement.

It was not because he was timid, but because among the students he was about to face was his father, so he spoke loudly.

"Son!" He said loudly and became excited, waving to his son's teacher from his seat.