In Mengmao City, the wine banquet has reached the most enthusiastic time, with good bacon with red skin and bright two fingers, a large bowl of mutton with complete spices, fresh meat slices with pineapple, various vegetables, vegetables and fruits, fragrant bamboo glutinous rice, and bright and sweet sorghum wine.

"I don't plan to spend this day on Young Master Wu!" Yang Weixing is quite elegant, and he is still in the mood to ridicule him.

His son Yang Yougen, as well as other mountains and villages, such as the Shui Yi, Lisu people, Dai people, and mountain heads, ate juice flowing sideways, and only the sound of chewing and swallowing could be heard.

"Bang Bang!" The wine was almost drunk, and the dishes were almost gone, and Young Master Wu, who was known as Wu Qisheng, clapped his hands.

The leaders of more than a dozen tables of various mountains and villages who were invited raised their heads and saw that dozens of Wu family members carried dozens of burdens and walked to the wooden platform set up above the banquet.

The short and stout Wu Qisheng also drank a lot of wine, and his face was red and he opened the red paper covered by the burden, and for a while, the exclamations of "wow" and "ah" came one after another.

"Daddy, salt, a lot of refined salt! And good cotton! ”

Even Yang Yougen, who was eating and drinking, widened his eyes, and he put down the big leg of lamb in his hand and shouted at Yang Weixing.

Salt is an extremely precious thing in any dynasty, first, the output is not high, and second, it is easy to control the source, which can be used as a strategic material or as a disguised poll tax.

This is especially true in Yunnan, in the whole Yunnan Province, the place that produces more salt is Anning Prefecture in eastern Yunnan, and other places can only have a small amount of well salt, which is better than nothing.

This leads to the fact that the further west you go in Yunnan, the more expensive the salt becomes, and in the southwest of Yunnan and northern Myanmar, coarse salt is better than silver, not to mention the refined salt of this white flower.

"Young Master Wu is going to give everyone salt? If you sell it, I can't afford it! ”

A small head man who was swinging the water was joking with a smile, and the others also began to coax, asking Young Master Wu to send salt.

But Yang Weixing's expression became solemn, he looked behind him, a dark red flag symbolizing their Yang family was flying, and the Yang family's erlang, who was guarding under the flagpole, was also vigilantly observing all directions.

Yang Weixing's heart was a little more settled, but he knew that there must be something wrong with today's banquet!

After Uncle Wu was unjustly killed, it was rumored that Young Master Wu took away a silver mountain, but Yang Weixing knew that it was impossible, the silver of the entire Maolong Silver Factory was taken away by the officials of Kunming City, and it would be good for Young Master Wu to escape with one life, and he wanted to take away a silver mountain, dreaming!

But if Young Master Wu hadn't taken away a silver mountain, then what did he want to do with such a sumptuous banquet and bring out so much salt and cloth today?

Do you want to be a salt seller? Horse dealers? But there is no reason for salt dealers to sell refined salt! Because there is no way out, coarse salt mixed with dirt and sand is the favorite of salt dealers.

The result was to Yang Weixing's surprise, Young Master Wu really began to send salt and release.

A Wu family's account keeper held a small book and read it aloud, some of the leaders got more, and some got less.

For example, a leader of the pendulum who used to be the descendant of Mengding Tusi took away a whole load of refined salt and two baskets of good cotton cloth.

Yang Weixing is very familiar with this guy called Han Ma'er, because his ancestors and the Yang family's ancestors followed King Li Jin together, and Han Ma'er's ancestors also made war exploits in Mopan Mountain.

He just wanted to pull Han Ma'er and ask what the situation was, but a man who didn't look like the Wu family caught Yang Weixing's attention.

This man, who is missing a little ear and a little thumb of his left hand, has a kind of Yang Weixing's familiar temperament.

The man walked up to Han Ma'er, whose eyes were narrowed into a line, poured a full gourd of wine, took a sip gently, and then handed the gourd to Han Ma'er.

Hampa was even happier, and he took the gourd scoop and drank it in one go.

This is the etiquette of the water, when the guest is about to go, the host will do this, which means that the guest who is about to leave is the most respected guest of the host!

After drinking, the man also gave a brown fire gun to Han Ma'er, Yang Weixing looked at it carefully, it was still a spontaneous fire gun!

A flintlock pistol, which is a good thing in northern Myanmar, has always been a big grin, and he is finally a little at a loss.

He thought about it for a long time, and suddenly he wanted to take off the silver ornament around his neck and give it to this Han man who gave him refined salt, cotton cloth, and a musket.

The man stopped Hammaer, said something to him, and finally bowed, and the happy Hammaer was even more floating.

Yang Weixing hurriedly stepped forward and stopped Han Ma'er who was walking back to the banquet.

Han Ma'er, who was already on the verge of being drunk, sprayed the pungent sweetness of wine, and looked at Yang Weixing, who had only recognized it for a long time, and he gave Yang Weixing a thumbs up.

"You Han people, you are good, you know that our Han family is sincere to you, after so many years, you still know that you came to give me gifts, and said that the king thanked my Han family ancestors for their loyalty!"

Gifts? Loyal?

Yang Weixing was even more puzzled, and wanted to ask again, but Han Ma'er was too drunk, and he just said something that his ancestors earned and what the king gave him.

As for how his ancestors earned it, and which king gave it, before he could ask it, Hanmar fell to the ground and fell asleep.

The banquet lasted all day, so much so that it was almost dark, and the leaders of the various mountains and villages let the tribesmen carry their gifts and rush back drunk.

Yang Weixing sat on the messy banquet with a black face, his son Yang Yougen and the sons and daughters of the Yang family were already so angry that they wanted to rush up to trouble Young Master Wu.

The cloth was distributed, the salt was gone, and basically everyone got gifts, but only a few heads of the Gui family, including Yang Weixing.

There are also the Min family who live on the east bank of the Ava River and have almost become Bai Karen people, who have not received anything, and these leaders who bear the brand of Han people on their bodies are holding back the fire in their bellies.

This Young Master Wu's family is from the Gui family, what does he want to do?

Those outsiders have gifts, but it can be said that the Gui family and the Min family, who are their own families, do not.

Just when everyone was full of anger, Young Master Wu walked out alone, his face was solemn, and he didn't have the drunken appearance of the banquet at all.

Yang Weixing and Wen Yongbao, the leader of the remaining Min family, glanced at each other, and the anger in their hearts suddenly disappeared without a trace, leaving only doubts.

Young Master Wu arched his hand at them, "A few uncles, don't blame the little nephew for being sloppy, there is really a big matter, and I have to discuss it with a few uncles, so I left you until now."

Uncle Yang, call all the people outside the city in, I really want to harm you, I have already done it, so I won't have to wait until now. ”

Yang Weixing looked at Young Master Wu with a wry smile on his face, and after distinguishing for a while, he really didn't see anything wrong!

And he couldn't think of any reason for Young Master Wu to harm him, and now that it was getting dark, the wooden babies and dog babies outside the city had not yet entered the water!

Thinking of this, Yang Weixing nodded, and asked his son Yang Yougen to go out of the city to greet people, and Wen Yongbao, the head of the Min family, looked at Young Master Wu with a wicked look.

"No matter what your baby has to say? If I don't have two spontaneous firebolts, uncle, I'm definitely going to have to fight with you today! ”

Young Master Wu bowed, "Two uncles, please come in, there is a great thing, as long as you agree, don't say two strokes, there are two hundred strokes!" ”