A gust of wind blew coldly, and there were constant ripples of confusion on the surface of the Tangnu Uliang Sea.

The Tangnu-Ulianghai Sea is located in the northwest of Khalkha Mongolia and south of Siberia. It is bounded by the Sayan Mountains in the north and the Tangnu Mountains in the south.

The name of "Wulianghai" appeared in the Qing Dynasty, and its ancestors appeared in Chinese history books as "Wen Liang Reform" and "Woo Liang Reform"; Tang Dynasty's "Dubo", "Dubo"...

In the Tang Dynasty, Dubo and other ministries successively sent envoys to request the Tang Dynasty to set up "Tang officials" in their places, and the Tang Dynasty placed the Jian Kundu Governor's Mansion, which was under the jurisdiction of the Anbei Metropolitan Protectorate...... ①

At this time, Ulianghai was subordinate to the Hetuohuit department of the Zasaktu Khan department.

By mid-August, the climate in Mongolia had already turned colder.

Passing through the forest trees by the Uliang Sea, there are many yurts in the hills not far away.

To the north of this yurt group, there is a special yurt. Compared to other yurts, it is much larger and the fabric is more luxurious. It stands out in the entire yurt herd and has a noble status.

At this time, wisps of smoke emanated from the top of this yurt. When I looked closer, I saw a pile of burning wood boiling water in the center.

A good ventilation system allows smoke to bill up, and the heat from the firewood warms the yurt without dispersing the smoke.

In the inner hall of the yurt, there are six tables on the left and right, on which are placed some shell nuts and a pot of strong milk tea made from tea bricks.

At this moment, twelve Mongolians dressed similarly and of different shapes entered outside the yurt door.

After they finished paying homage to a bearded middle-aged man sitting on the throne, they also looked for a seat to sit down.

"Okay, everyone has arrived, and ordered them to go down and bring up the roasted beef and mutton." Looking at the people who were sitting in the seat, the middle-aged man on the main seat commanded to the attendant beside him.

"Yes," the attendant bowed and replied, and then went out.

"Honorable Qinggon Zabu Taiji, I wonder what you have ordered when you summoned us over?" To the left of the desk, a rugged man stood up and bowed to the middle-aged man sitting on the main seat.

"Haha... Tart Kuya, you're still the same acute son. Zingon said with a few laughs.

"Honorable Qinggon Zabu Taiji, and the master of Tohuit. You also know that I am a rude man, and I beg your forgiveness for my recklessness if I collide with you. Tart Kuya said, and once again bowed with his hand to his heart and bowed to the green cloth

Tart Kuya, Altai Ulianghai people.

Originally, these Altai Ulianghai people did not belong to the management of Qinggon Zabu. It was only in the autumn of three years ago that Qinggon Zabu led his troops to "surrender" them. This led the Manchu court to let them, the Altai Ulianghai people, belong to the Hetuohui tribe.

"Tart Kuya, this king doesn't mean to blame you, you don't need to be polite." Qinggon Zabu waved his hand to dispel Tart Kuya's worries and said.

"Thank you, Honorable Qinggon Zabu Taiji." Tartkuya still replied with a gift.

Seeing this, Qinggon Zabu stopped dwelling on it, and then said to Tart Kuya: "Tart Kuya, this king has not been with Tohuite for a long time, how are you and the people of your tribe doing now?" ”

Tart Kuya also guessed what he meant for a while, so he had to answer vaguely: "Back to Qinggon Zabu, the tribe hasn't changed much, so it's just so-so!" ”

"So-so? Why, I've heard that since the Khalkha Mongols withdrew their posts, you have robbed a lot of good things from the Han merchants. Qinggon Zabu looked teasing, unconcerned about the looting of his men.

"Hey, hey... I didn't get anything, all of them were needed for the tribe's livelihood. Tartkuya replied with a smile on her face.

"I don't care about you. Besides, those Han merchants are all fat, and they are full of people, so why can't we, the descendants of Genghis Khan, get it? Qinggon Zabu said indifferently, it was natural for the Han merchants to loot.

"Taiji is right, if Genghis Khan of our Mongols is still here, where will there be Manchurian and anything." Tart Kuya echoed.

Tart Kuya's words made the people present nod their heads in approval, and some even vomited bitterness, telling about their dissatisfaction with the various exploitations of the Manchus.

"Even Prince Erinqin Dorji was killed by the Manchurians, and they were really too deceitful by the Manchurians..."

"But no, Erinqin Dorji, as a descendant of Genghis Khan, 'does not punish crimes', this Manchurian deceives people too much!"

"The Manchurians will only requisition us as post soldiers, but never give us any benefit..."

……

Listening to the various dissatisfaction of the "Otok" (Mongolian: small tribe) generals under him with the Manchu Qing, Qinggon Zabu was very satisfied. I saw him stretch out his hand and suppress it and shout, "Okay, you guys stop for a moment." ”

"It seems that you are also dissatisfied with the Manchus, and now the Dzungar Amur Sana, although weak, is still resisting the Manchus. Are we cowards? We must tell the Manchus with our actions that the Mongolian steppes can only be controlled by the Mongols Chen Chi, and they cannot be presumptuous by the Manchurians..."Qinggon Zabu shouted loudly.

"Well... Qinggon Zabutaiji is so right, this is the world of our Mongols..."

"Yes... We Mongols are definitely not slaves of their Manchurians..."

Under the echo of the herd, a roast sheep and a roast cow were carried in.

The yurt is warm, the big bowl of wine is full, and the lamb and beef are eaten, which is very satisfying.

Between the wine bowls, their faces are full of red light.

"Uh..."

A full burp came.

"Kahu, this wine you have brought is really good, and it tastes better than our mare's milk wine." Yan Huida, who was sitting in the second place on the right side of the desk, nodded with satisfaction and said.

"Haha... I heard that this is the Shanxi wine of the Han people. Not long ago, I robbed a team of Han merchants to loot it, and I didn't see Qinggon Zabu Taiji here, so I took it over to share it with you. As he spoke, he bowed to the green gon and saluted.

"I have a heart." Qinggon Zabu raised the bowl and gestured.

"Those Han people can always make good things, and it is better to be able to use them as slaves." Yan Huida said.

"No, apart from Genghis Khan, I don't know who else can lead us Mongolians to the world of flowers in the Central Plains again." Qinggon Zabu sighed:

"Now that the Manchurians are in full swing, I don't think there will be anything to do with us Mongolians anymore."

"No, Qinggon Zabu Taiji. Forgive me for taking the liberty of interrupting you to say that it would be a mistake to say that Manchurian people are in full swing. Didn't I rob a group of Han merchants the other day, and when I was about to kill them, do you know what they told me? Kahu's forehead suddenly interrupted Qinggon's words.

Note (1): See Baidu for details.

(I don't know much about Mongolian regional customs, if there is a mistake, please give me more advice, thank you!) ）