"Let's ...... Let's pay homage to ...... Respect for Eternal Life...... He's an old man! With his tongue wide open, Madu lifted the bowl to his mouth, and the snow-white mare's milk wine flowed down the corners of his mouth, down his neck and into the collar.

His clothes were already soaking wet, but it was summer, and if it was a cold winter, Mado had no doubt that he would be frozen into a popsicle. Dealing with these Mongolian herdsmen, it is difficult to say that it is simple and simple, it is useless to talk to them about Lao Zhu's ethnic policy, he sees that you are a friend with a bowl of milk wine, and if you are not pleasing to the eye, no matter how much money and grain you send will not help.

The most pleasing thing for them is to drink, the more the better, when you are drunk and unconsciously dance with them, you will show a satisfied and reassuring smile.

Unlike doing united front work in Hongdu, Ma Du went in and out of the yurt, which was a hemp pole to beat the wolf, and the herdsmen were worried about their lives and cattle and sheep. Ma Du was simply worried about his own life, and he was really afraid that some of the tribes who were loyal to the Yuan Court would suddenly rise up at the banquet, or mix something in the wine.

The Mongols proved to be fierce enough, but not insidious enough, and the loyal tribesmen Madu did not even have a chance to enter the tents, so they would quickly pack up their tents and drive the carts and cattle, sheep and horses away, ready to graze elsewhere.

It's just that they may not have a chance to go too far, Li Wenzhong and Tang Ding will definitely wait on the road ahead with the portrait of Emperor Zhizheng, and they will definitely entertain them warmly with guns and steel knives.

He took the beautiful fox skin handed over by the patriarch with both hands, which Ma Du exchanged for food, and when Emperor Zheng first arrived in Shangdu, he quickly sent him 20,000 loads of grain, and there were many of the remaining cheap Ma Du, and it was not easy to do the united front work empty-handed.

Ma Du knew that this tribe was appeased by him, and he said with a big tongue: "Thank you Ullihan Patriarch...... Warm hospitality, you just have to bring your people...... It's good to graze here with peace of mind, and I'll ...... The follow-up army will arrive soon, and it will definitely protect the safety of your department. ”

He is drunk and is also a fool of nonsense, Li Wenzhong only sent someone to contact Chang Yuchun yesterday, and now he should still be on the way, even if he finds Chang Yuchun, he may not be able to pull out immediately if he is in trouble.

The interpreter on the side immediately translated Ma Du's words to the patriarch, and the other party just laughed twice and said: "The Moletut tribe moved away yesterday, their pasture should be empty, and the water and grass are the most abundant there, and I ask the general to allow me to take my people over there to graze." "I have to say that the Mongolian man is really straightforward and happy.

Ma Du pretended to be embarrassed, "This is not ...... It's not easy to do, there are already two ...... today The tribe made this request. ”

Wu Lihan hurriedly said: "The general agreed?" ”

"That's ...... No, I don't think they'...... Not sincere enough, burp ......" Madu gave a long wine burp.

Ulihan saluted and said, "I, a thousand warriors of the Zalut Division, am willing to listen to the general's dispatch at any time. ”

Such an active refuge caught Ma Du off guard, but looking at the tattered tents around him, the yellow-faced and thin-skinned herdsmen, and the mottled meadows, he understood that the herdsmen's singing and dancing every day eating mutton and drinking milk wine was actually a beautiful misunderstanding.

In history, Chang Yuchun fought the capital, but did not catch Emperor Zhizheng, and then was urgently transferred to the front line of Gansu and Shaanxi by Lao Zhu, and he did not clean up at all, and was soon occupied by the remnants of the forces, causing Li Wenzhong to fight the capital again. Ma Du felt that it was also necessary to set an example, and if there were three guards in the future, he would be able to make a Kaiping five guards now.

"The patriarch is so...... Sincerely, if I don't agree...... It's too impersonal. I'm in charge of that ranch, and you're the one who ...... Zalut's gone! ”

Ulhan was overjoyed, "Great, thank you for the general's kindness to the Zarut Division." ”

What made him even more happy was still behind, only to hear Ma Du drunkenly say: "When I turn back, I will ...... The sincerity of the patriarch will be ...... Enlighten me ...... Emperor Daming, please give you an official position, and I will be ...... I'm a courtier of the Ming Dynasty. "It's just an empty title, Lao Zhu won't be reluctant.

"Can you still be an official? Don't fool me, General! Can we Mongolians also be officials of the Ming Kingdom? ”

Lao Liu said: "The lord of my family is the uncle of the Ming Dynasty who spit on a nail, so he doesn't have the leisure to coax you." ”

Hearing Lao Liu say this, Wu Lihan's enthusiasm has increased by three points, and he has to stay in Madu to spend the night in his tribe, and he has already calculated in his heart which daughter to drill Madu's tent at night.

Ma Du used the excuse of military affairs to get out with great difficulty, Zhang Wuliu saw that Ma Du was not drunk and spoke normally, tilted his head and asked curiously: "Sir, it turns out that you are not drunk!" ”

Ma Du laughed and said, "Sir, you don't know how much I drink, how can I get drunk with such a weak drink." I was drunk, so they dared to talk to me! ”

The emerald green ring looks even better in the dazzling sunlight, but it's a pity that it's made of stone instead of gold. She had already asked Bayin, who was the most business-savvy in the clan, that this ring was worth five sheep, and Bayin was willing to buy six sheep, but Urina was too willing to sell it.

The ring was large, and it was empty on her fingers, and the fat man's fingers were too thick, and Uzhna found a cowhide rope to string and hang around her neck, and always looked at it when she worked.

Two dirty little hands, pinching the ewe's **, a little force, a stream of milk shot out, fell into the wooden barrel, and after a while, the snow-white milk covered the bottom of the bucket.

"Milk tea, haven't you cooked it yet, you can't hurry up, my master is waiting to drink it!" The sharp voice sounded behind him again, and it didn't take her to look back to know that it was the Han man who didn't grow a beard, and that he was the slave of the fat man.

Uzhna turned around and smiled brightly, "Don't worry, just wait until I pour the milk in!" ”

The cow dung was burning vigorously, the red tea in the iron pot kept tumbling, the snow-white goat's milk was poured into it, and the tempting milk fragrance immediately overflowed.

She took out the burlap bag containing the tea leaves, opened it and poured it out on the grass to dry, so that she could use it again the next time she made tea. She set aside a large bowl which she had given to Garu, who had gone out to herd the sheep, and poured the rest into the clay pot, and she broke it in her hand and walked to the tent.

These people stayed in the tent every day and didn't go anywhere, except for eating and drinking, they ate a lot, they had to eat a sheep every day, and they also needed a lot of milk tea, milk wine and milk tofu.

She told Garu to calculate that if she kept these people at home for five days, she would suffer a loss, after all, the ring was only worth five sheep. They are so good at eating, and today there is another one of them, tall and burly, and it looks like he can eat, and he should not have said that the fat man is here with her.

(Nangambo, are you Mongolian?) You seem to know a lot about Mongolia, if the author writes something wrong, please point me out)