Li Luo sat on the horse and looked condescendingly at Brother Gulchi who was kneeling on the ground, and his heart was happy.

What if you are a Mongol? My ruler is greater than you, and you will worship me in the same way.

This Gurchi brother is in his forties, strong and burly, and his face still has the fierce color of the year, and he was once an elite soldier in the army at a glance.

Otherwise, after retiring, he will not be able to be the chief of the security bureau and manage a company.

"My brother Gulchi, who is still a warrior, get away from the dust of the earth. I, Ninghai Prefecture Daru Hua Chi Hara Buhua, will spend the night in your village tonight. ”

Li Luo also said in Mongolia.

Why did Brother Gulchi worship Li Luo as soon as he came out? Because Li Luo was wearing a gorgeous quality sun suit, dressed as a Mongolian official, and with so many majestic guards, he looked like an official with roots.

He had to be respectful, and he didn't want the whip of a noble man to fall on his head.

The strict hierarchy of Mongolia is also reflected here. The high official position beats and scolds the small official at every turn, which is difficult to appear in the Han Dynasty.

Moreover, Li Luo's "Chinese" (Mongolian) with a mostly accent also confirmed his speculation. When he heard Li Luo say his official position, Brother Gulchi became even more respectful.

Speaking of which, it was not the first time he had received passing officials.

"It turned out to be a town guard from a state, but fortunately I didn't lose my rudeness and offended this Lord Harabuhua." Brother Gulchi thought about it, stood up and said, "A state town guard, please let Brother Gulchi lead your horse into my village. Brother Gulchi will entertain the town guards well. ”

Li Luo and the others followed the respectful Gulchi brother into the village, and saw the people in the village dodging one after another and retreating to their houses.

Brother Gulchi suddenly became angry and scolded with a whip.

"You cowardly sheep, cowardly rabbits! When you see an eagle, you're scared to come into your filthy home! But if you do not come out to meet the noble officials, My whip will fall on your heads. ”

He spoke Mongolian, which the villagers did not understand.

However, although the villagers did not understand his words, they understood what he meant.

As a result, the nearby villagers could only come out with their heads bold, knelt down on the side of the main road in the village, and shouted unevenly: "Meet the officials!" "Some kowtow, some dowtow.

Li Luo, who watched this scene, shook his head secretly.

Hey, these people have really been played bad by the Mongols.

However, Li Luo still felt a trace of resentment and anger permeating the crowd.

It's just that I dare to be angry but don't dare to speak.

I also know that anger, and I can finally be saved.

Why not rise up and rebel?

How can these unarmed people resist? Even if you kill the chief of the security guard and become a homeless person, sooner or later you will die, and it will be difficult to endure if you don't die, and it will not be good after all.

The village is three miles in size, with more than 100 households. Most of the houses are thatched mud houses, and a few are brick houses. The house of the chief Gurchige is next to the ancient temple in the middle of the village. Bao Chang's house is a small yard, with blue bricks and black tiles, and it looks much more magnificent than the surrounding houses.

There were also a few villagers guarding the gate of the courtyard, and when they saw their security chief coming, they hurriedly ran over to lead the horses.

Li Luo looked up at the courtyard and found that the stone lintel of the courtyard gate was still carved with the words "filial piety and dedication". It seems that the original owner of this house is a person from the Jin Dynasty.

"Please, honorable town guard!"

The chief of security welcomed Li Luo into the compound and shouted again: "My Dulan, come out quickly to greet the distinguished guests!" ”

Immediately afterwards, at the door of the second entrance, a woman in Mongolian costume ran out, and when she saw Li Luo, she saluted, "Honorable official, welcome to Brother Gulchi's house as a guest!" I, the mistress of this place, Du Lan, will serve you as I would like to serve my master. Dulan said.

Li Luo said: "Hospitable hostess, I, Hara Buhua, will remember you and your man." ”

Although Dulan is just an ordinary herdsman with no roots, he has also seen a lot of the world. With the meticulousness of a woman, she found that Li Luo was indeed a not simple official.

His roots and feet are at least a hundred households, or even a thousand households.

And her man, Brother Gulchi, is not even ten households. Otherwise, with the courage of Brother Gulchi, he is at least a big official.

In the courtyard of the chief of the bodyguard, there were seven or eight slaves, all of whom were Han Chinese. They drove the carts of Li Luo and others to the stables to feed, and waited closely with tea and water.

Li Luo and Cui Xiuning were speechless. There are so many individual slaves in a small village head, it is really unreasonable.

"Master, the houses of the distinguished guests have been arranged......"

A Han female slave girl said cautiously to Brother Gulchi, with a look of fear on her face. She spoke Mongolian, but it was blunt.

Brother Gulchi suddenly became angry. It is a whip, but it is not heavy, it is only symbolic.

"Stupid minion, your Mongolian language is like the sound of a mule learning a horse, and it makes you angry to hear it! Can't you learn in a few years? It's stupid. ”

Li Luo stopped: "Okay, Brother Gurchi, there's no need to be angry with these Han people, the officials are hungry." ”

Brother Gulchi hurriedly ordered the slaves: "Kill three sheep!" Let those little women in the village who can dance and sing! ”

"Yes, master."

A few slaves were commanded.

Li Luo was invited into the living room lobby, and as for Ma Zhiyuan, Brother Gulchi and Du Lan didn't pay attention to it from beginning to end. Although Cui Xiuning was also wearing Mongolian clothes, because he couldn't speak Mongolian, they saw that he was not a Mongolian and didn't want to deal with it.

co-authored, that is, Li Luo alone is their honored guest.

After a while, the three sheep were led to the courtyard, and Brother Gulchi invited Li Luo to watch the sheep slaughtering ceremony. In ancient times, Mongolians entertained guests, and in order to show that the sheep was freshly killed, they would generally invite guests to watch the slaughter of the sheep.

The Mongolian sheep slaughtering ceremony is very different from that of so-and-so. The slaughter of sheep taught by such and such a sect must cut its throat and bleed, and it is absolutely not allowed to be slaughtered by disembowelment.

Mongolian customs are the opposite. It must be disemboweled, and it is strictly forbidden to cut the throat and bleed.

Kublai Khan once issued a special edict on this matter: "It is necessary to disembowel and kill him." And as a law, strictly enforced. For this reason, there were many frictions and even wars between the Mongol Empire and a certain religion in Central and Western Asia.

The three poor sheep were turned over, which on the one hand was conducive to slaughter, and on the other hand, their eyes were staring at the sky, and their souls were so detached.

The three Han slaves had long been familiar with how to kill sheep, and in less than a quarter of an hour, they were all slaughtered and cleaned up.

Dulan personally roasted the three sheep on a charcoal fire that was burning in the courtyard.

The slaves set up tables, cutlery. Then Brother Gulchi respectfully invited Li Luo to take a seat.

Everyone sat down, the wine and cheese were served, and the main dish lamb was roasted.

Of course, it's not for nothing.

As soon as the mutton released its meaty aroma, a slave walked into the courtyard with a dozen women.

"The master, the woman who can sing and dance in the village, has brought it." The Han slaves retribution.

The Mongolian security chief said to Li Luo very ashamedly: "Honorable town guard, please forgive Brother Gu'er Chi for his rudeness. The only thing you can find in the village is these unseemly goods. ”

Li Luo smiled arrogantly, "It's okay, take a look, just be lively." If they make their officials happy, they will be rewarded. ”

And the reward? Brother Gulchi and Dulan glanced at each other and thought together: This town guard is really generous, he must be very rich.

Li Luo said that there was a reward, of course, to find an excuse to help these women.

These dozen women, obviously all the daughters of the villagers, all looked frightened and vegetable. Obviously, not only is he often oppressed, but it is also difficult to eat enough.

Gulchige spoke a word of Mongolian to his slave and asked the slave to translate Li Luo's words into Chinese and speak them to the women.

"The honorable ruler has said that if your singing and dancing make him happy, he will reward you. That's a lot of luck for you......"

Gulchidu's slave said loudly, and this slave was also Gulchigo's translator.

Gulchige decided that if the town guard did give him a reward, he would swallow most of it.

Soon, a dozen poor women, dressed in all sorts of shabby clothes, danced in the courtyard.

A girl who was only fourteen or fifteen years old sang: "Autumn rain Feifei, no one will return." No return, no return, He Shan Caiwei ......"

As soon as Li Luo heard it, he knew that most of this girl had read books.

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