America: A Prodigy of Stereotypes

“It’s a blend of thirteen spices,” Li Qun explained.

“I am not just thirteen spices,” Akamara smiled.

"Does he know that Europeans had a period when they loved eating mummies?" the old man asked Li Qun in his ear.

"It was only for a period of time? I remember eating it for hundreds of years..." Li Qun said softly.

What are you talking about?

The old man and Liqun separated instantly.

"It's nothing, just confirmed something." Li Qun smiled with his eyes.

The old man walked to the display case of the Akamara gold medal. The display case, which had been smashed by Liqun last night, had been repaired, and the Akamara gold medal seemed to be glowing.

"#@%￥＆*#￥！！"

Attila was shouting outside the Temple of Akamanra when his father turned away with a frown.

How many years has it been since we last heard the language of the Xiongnu? It truly makes us miss it!

Chapter 60 Heavenly General and Mighty Lion

"Who is he? Shouting at the door."

The old man looked at Attila, whose face was full of scars, as if he were looking at an adorable kitten.

“Father, he is Attila the Scourge of God, the King of the Huns,” Li Qun replied.

"They don't dress like Huns, but they do have a similar air about them."

As the old man spoke, he walked towards Attila with a smile, and Attila subconsciously took a step back.

Over the course of more than two thousand years, the thing my father experienced most was war.

He was initially forced into war, then actively engaged in war during the Han Dynasty, and finally fled from war.

After Huo Qubing eliminated the threat of the Xiongnu to the Han Dynasty, my father lived along the Silk Road for a period of time, single-handedly mediating disputes among the thirty-six ethnic groups along the route, hoping for peace throughout the land. He even came into contact with a Roman army, which was the first time he realized that a vast empire existed in the distant West.

The old man walked up to Attila, who looked him over warily, feeling inexplicably afraid of him.

The old man reached out and pulled Attila's sword from his waist, brandishing it a couple of times in his hand.

Attila reached out to grab his father, trying to take back his sword. His father deftly tucked the sword back into the scabbard at Attila's waist, then circled around and took Attila's bow and arrows, nocking and playing with them in his hand.

Attila's father was extremely skilled with the cold weapons he carried, and Attila was as helpless as a child being toyed with in front of his father.

"Alright, here you go." Dad smiled happily.

Attila pursed his lips, held the bow to his chest, and looked at Li Qun with a sullen expression.

Akramara opened the display case next to the pharaoh's coffin and took out the pharaoh's clothes. He asked Liqun to help him put them on so that he could restore the pharaoh's former appearance.

Last night, Akamara was practically naked, wandering around the museum with only mummy bandages wrapped around his body. No one reminded him, but tonight he realized he should put on some clothes.

"Ok?"

Attila sensed something was amiss; the kind old man before him could speak the Hunnic language.

"Who are you?" Attila asked his father.

“I’m just an old man,” the old man replied.

"Are you also a Hun?" Attila asked.

Do I look like a Hun?

"A little..."

“I am Han Chinese,” the old man said.

“That’s my apprentice.” The old man turned around and pointed to Liqun for Attila.

“Last night, your apprentice said he was an envoy from the Han Dynasty,” Attila said.

"Liqun knows about Han envoys?" The old man was a little surprised.

In American history classes, there isn't much content about the history of ancient China, and the Han envoys are considered beyond the curriculum.

"Have you ever seen a Han Chinese?" the old man asked Attila.

“I have heard many legends about the Han people,” Attila replied in a low voice.

“That means I’ve never seen it before,” the old man said.

Attila nodded.

As a modern reconstruction of Attila, he didn't know much about the historical figure he was portraying; he only had a vague concept of him. Once he tried to think about it carefully, his mind would go into a state of confusion.

Li Qun helped Akamanla get dressed, and the two walked out of the Akamanla Temple, standing behind the old man.

"Liqun, where is the East Asia Pavilion?" the old man asked.

My father was very curious about how the American Museum of Natural History in New York introduced the natural history and culture of East Asia.

"Dad, that place is haunted."

"How exactly is it haunted?"

"The museum has exhibits on funeral customs in Asia. After midnight, the items in the exhibits on funeral customs come to life, which is super scary."

"A woman dressed in red, being carried in a sedan chair to get married, is displayed in the next showcase; someone in mourning clothes is being carried in a coffin to be buried..."

Just hearing Li Qun's words sent chills down my spine.

"Miniature model of a person, 1:32 scale."

The museum was brightly lit, as bright as day, but the atmosphere became strange when the East Asian Culture Exhibition Hall was brightly lit, and Li Qun really didn't want to go near that place.

Animal head exhibits in the museum have also been brought to life, and the same goes for the masks and Buddha heads displayed in the Asian pavilion. These talking and blinking masks and Buddha heads are enough to make anyone's sanity drop wildly.

“Then I’ll go see for myself,” the old man said to Liqun.

"No, Dad, what if you have a heart attack from the shock? I'd better come with you."

“Am I not scary? I’m a living dead man.” Akamara stretched his neck and spoke into Li Qun’s ear.

“Pharaoh, you’ve never seen how terrifying Chinese terror can be, have you?” Li Qun said.

"I'll join you too."

"Attila, lead the way," the old man said to Attila.

Attila's expression froze. He shook his head and walked toward the Asian pavilion, accompanied by four Hunnic warriors for courage.

The American Museum of Natural History in New York focuses on natural history, with a relatively small portion dedicated to Asian customs and culture, consisting of exhibits in just one corridor. However, those who have seen it are deeply impressed.

The old man walked into the exhibition hall with a smile and came out drenched in sweat. The others who were visiting the exhibition with him held their breath and dared not breathe too loudly.

The resurrected Buddha head chanted Buddhist scriptures in the display case, the wedding procession played drums and gongs and played celebratory music, and the funeral procession sang mournful music. The sounds in the exhibition hall were chaotic.

"Is it like this every night?" Dad asked.

“Not in the first half of the month,” Akamara replied.

Liqun looked at his father.

Dad was definitely terrified, because he had already explained this to Dad: the resurrection power of the Akamara Gold Medal begins after the full moon each month.

"Let's go check out the Americas Pavilion instead."

Upon reaching the Americas Pavilion, the exhibits became much more welcoming, featuring many cultural artifacts related to Native Americans. In the largest display case, there was even an exhibit of a Native American woman.

Li Qun and his group "bumped into" Chief Teddy in front of the Native American women's display case.

Upon seeing the resurrected President Theodore Roosevelt, Dad's expression immediately turned serious.

Li Qun's knowledge of Teddy Roosevelt came entirely from the information in the memorial museum, while his father had a much deeper understanding of the president.

The Sacagavia, an Indian, is a more accurately reconstructed version of Attila, which stirred up a sense of nostalgia in my father's heart.

The old man didn't know Sacagavia; he simply missed the Native American tribe he once lived with.

My father has a dual identity.

He is both a Chinese owner of a pawnshop in Chinatown and a chief of a Native American tribe. Each identity is a real and valid legal identity, and he possesses a vast and complex network of assets.

He appears to live a frugal life, but in reality, he is a local lord.

Chapter 61 Unofficial History or Constructed History

My dad visits a museum just like a young person goes to a comic convention.

With just a little recollection, Dad would discover that the museum's descriptions were full of out-of-character (OOC) elements, quite different from the actual history he knew.

Just like Teddy Roosevelt, who appeared before them with a kind face, the actual Teddy Roosevelt was a brave and fierce man who could give a speech for an hour and a half even after being shot in the chest.

The wax figure of the Sacagavia Native American in the display case is made to look like a young girl, while in more authentic history, Sacagavia was a young woman carrying a child on her back.

The Americas Pavilion showcases the history of Europeans discovering and developing the Americas, including the American expansion into North America.

"The Maya..."

The old man squatted down in front of the display case of the Mayan pyramid reconstruction model, where the Mayans were holding a sacrificial ceremony.

The Mayan civilization was mainly distributed in Central and South America. The Aztec Empire, the successor to the Mayan civilization, was destroyed by the Spanish Empire in the 16th century.

When my father was a Native American in North America, he had very little contact with the Aztecs to the south. In his eyes, the Aztecs were too barbaric, and those who practiced human sacrifice were savages.

The fact that America has Thanksgiving is thanks to my father's teachings on Native American etiquette.

"It says here that the Mayans predicted that December 21, 2012, would be the end of the world," the old man said, pointing to the information on the board and turning to Liqun.

"The prophecy may be a scholar's far-fetched interpretation. What I do know is that the last day calculated by the Mayan astronomical calendar was December 21, 2012, and the Mayans stopped calculating after that."

“If the Mayans really could foresee the future, maybe it was because they saw the human world in 2012 filled with things they couldn’t understand, making them think it was the end of the world,” Li Qun said to his father.

"What could have made the Maya feel that the end of the world was coming?" Roosevelt asked Li Qun.

"Is there a gender system similar to humans that goes beyond just male and female?" Li Qun tentatively asked Teddy, the Grand Commander.

"Aren't people just men and women? What else could there be?" Teddy Roosevelt asked, puzzled.

“It’s just an assumption of mine,” Li Qun said.