Chapter 449 Thanksgiving
"The dragon from the East."
"We just want revenge, we are not interested in the war of the old order."
The Seattle prophet, his eyes flashed with the flame of revenge. Although he respected Yang Feng and his group of Eastern dragons, he would never forgive the colonists from Britain and France.
The ancient spirit made a sad sound.
The body with scalp sewn all over was shaking, and black and shiny hair grew between the gaps, and two winding horns appeared on the top of the head.
Everyone should have a bison hat.
Everyone should have a bison coat.
Everyone should have leather boots made of pure bison leather.
At first, there were 80 million bison running freely on the vast wilderness every week, and when their fur was more valuable than gold... a large number of colonists began to hunt them.
In just a few decades.
There were only a few thousand bison left from the nearly 100 million bison.
Although a natural park was established in the end and the number of bison was restored to 100,000, it also caused irreversible damage to nature.
The ancient spirits still remember every blood debt.
Every scar is a mark left on the ancient spirits.
"Eastern Dragon."
"Please stay tonight and join our bonfire celebration." The Seattle Prophet invited him warmly, and the stake on the altar had been set up.
"Okay."
Yang Feng nodded, which was a new thing.
Ling tilted his head, not understanding the meaning of the matter in front of him, and continued to ask innocently: "Dad, do we still have to kill them all?"
This question made the Seattle Prophet's face change.
"No."
"Don't kill them first."
"Otherwise, wouldn't there be another Thanksgiving?"
Yang Feng rarely made a joke, but it was not humorous. Instead, it made Ling more confused and did not understand the meaning of Thanksgiving.
"What is Thanksgiving?" Ling asked curiously again, and Jiang Yi beside him also became interested, surrounding Ying Shuang and Su Manman and wanted them to tell this little story.
"Thanksgiving."
"A group of colonists came to the American continent."
"They encountered a storm, their ships were destroyed, they were cold and hungry and were about to die, and then the kind Indians took them in."
Ying Shuang told the story about Thanksgiving. The Seattle Prophet Chief smiled, but his eyes were deeply sad. He lowered his head and listened with the children.
"The Indians treated them well."
"They taught them to grow corn and pumpkins, and took them to hunt pheasants and other animals in their spare time."
"The Indians domesticated a kind of bird called turkey and made a sumptuous dinner for the victims."
Ying Shuang continued to explain, and the story was very heartwarming.
Zero and Jiang Yi were fascinated by it.
"I know, I know!"
"Those colonists will definitely bring back a lot of gold, silver and jewelry as a reward!"
Jiang Yi raised her little hand and answered first. She had often read stories of gratitude in some fairy tales. Those victims must be the same, right? ?
What a pity.
The heartwarming part of this little story ends here.
"You're right."
"They did bring back a lot of things."
"For example, civilization... and civilization here means that everyone except themselves is uncivilized."
"The colonists did bring a lot of good things. They started to build houses on this continent, developed their own country, and then brutally killed Indians."
Ying Shuang's words made Jiang Yi and Ling's eyes widen.
They didn't understand why the Indians killed these benefactors since they saved them? ?
The Seattle Prophet listened on one side, his dim and turbid eyes were full of tears and stars. The grief and hatred of the ancestors of the earth were inherited by him.
"Because of interests."
"They have to kill all the indigenous people to vacate this American continent."
"Thanksgiving is like this. On the festival, everyone should thank God for his gift."
Ying Shuang sneered and emphasized the word God.
Why? ?
Jiang Yi and Ling were even more confused.
The corn and pumpkins were provided by the Indians.
The bonfires and wooden houses, the clean living places, were also provided by the Indians.
Those big smoked turkeys and the delicious food hunted in the countryside were also provided by the Indians.
But... why should the colonists thank God? ?
"God is their god, their faith."
The Seattle prophet said slowly, his almost withered old fingers trembling: "Even if the Indians give more, they have to thank only God."
This is too infuriating.
"Ungrateful!!"
"Isn't this the story of the farmer and the snake."
Jiang Yi puffed up her pink cheeks. The farmer was kind and warmed the snake in his arms, but the snake finally bit the farmer to death, and the two stories have something in common.
"It is indeed ungrateful."
"They also commemorate Thanksgiving every year and celebrate this great holiday together."
"Every year... the president of the ugly country also pardons a turkey to let it survive Thanksgiving."
Ying Shuang's words made the children look at each other in bewilderment. Pardoning a turkey is too absurd, and it makes people feel the deep hypocrisy.
"This girl is right."
The old voice of the Seattle Prophet came again: "The colonists brought civilization, and slaughtered our people in the name of civilization, treating the Indians as beasts, and a reward of $5 for each scalp."
"The colonists built high-rise buildings on the land."
"The colonists built factories near the river."
"The earth is screaming in pain, and the sky is polluted and yellow, and this is what the colonists call civilization."
The Seattle Prophet trembled all over. For him, the colonists were absolutely unforgivable.
"Good and bad!"
"That group of colonists is good and bad."
Zero raised his little fist and said indignantly, and Jiang Yi also echoed: "That's right, that person called God is also bad!"
God?
Yang Feng looked at Jiang Yi in surprise. She was the child born by the God girl, but now she was very disgusted with the omniscient and omnipotent existence in the myth.
As everyone talked, time passed unknowingly, and soon it was night.
The Indians' bonfire celebration was about to begin.
A group of ugly soldiers with hemp ropes tied all over their bodies and their clothes stripped off appeared, and were firmly fixed to the stake on the sacrificial pile by the Indians.
"Let us go."
"You primitive people, beasts!!"
"Let us go, otherwise... the mechas and bombs will raze your small tribe to the ground!!"
The white people were still struggling, not only did they not beg for mercy, but they also made threatening sounds.
Moo! !
The deep and hollow voice of the ancient spirit came faintly.
The skinning god slowly walked towards these ugly people, and his arms covered with rotten skin pieces were slightly raised, and then a force hovered over their heads.
Puff puff puff! !
Their scalps were torn and peeled off by an invisible force.