The most important contact between the Chinese civilization from East Asia and the Indian civilization on the other side of the continent began with this pot of rice porridge.

This pot is not big, and it can cook more than a pound of rice porridge in total, and he took a big spoon and drank it first to try whether it was cooked or not, Han Xiaomo excitedly stretched out her little hand and beckoned.

"Eat while it's hot!"

However, a group of Indian elders were a little hesitant, wizards' things are not eaten casually, especially Han Xiaomo, a "wizard" of the level of North American bison who can cut off eggs and have infinite control.

Can you eat it? Neither good nor dare! After their eyes met for a long time, the clan chief who was an old acquaintance with Su Yu, Amalu, took the lead in moving his ass and sat over, took the spoon, and took a bite for himself.

Rice can defeat millet, millet, sorghum, beans, even the northern area of later generations has fallen into its fan area, naturally has its own unique charm, and the rough taste of bud rice is completely different, the smooth rice porridge is eaten in one bite, this forty-year-old Indian hunter immediately has bright eyes, snoring with a spoon and filling it into his mouth.

His action obviously startled the Indian elder next to him, and the same two clan leaders directly held him down, and the other few people showed a wave of hostility towards Han Xiaomo, who had an inexplicable face, and the jar of porridge was taken to the respected old witch of the two clans.

Just like seeing her peers, the old witch took a deep look at Han Xiaomo, who was full of innocence, and also recited a few incantations silently, and then took a spoon and took a bite for herself.

is worthy of the great witch, the appearance of chewing slowly and chewing, and the appearance of Amalus gobbling up are simply muddy.

The two old witches of the Sioux tribe are really enough to eat, you have a spoonful and I have a spoonful, in the staring eyes of the clan leaders, the two of them were stunned to eat a pot of porridge and there was only a bottom, under the anxious eyes of the leaders of the Rakta tribe, the two big witches came to a conclusion together.

"Delicious!"

"I haven't eaten two bites yet!"

Looking at the layer of white rice soup at the bottom of the empty jar, Amalu, who was pressed to the ground as an evil spirit, muttered in a sad voice.

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Fortunately, ten baskets of rice were enough to eat I don't know how many pots of rice porridge, and I didn't let the dignified "witch lady" do it herself, and the chief of the Lakta tribe, Dalatda, instructed the people outside to fetch water again, and added rice to the pot himself, and then sat down cross-legged again.

Then it was embarrassing again, polite and a little ostentatious, Dalat came out with his big cigarette pouch, and wanted to ask Mao Xingjian to take a puff, who knew that almost at the same time, Chen Zao also took out a box of cigarettes, and he also habitually saluted cigarettes out, and the cigarette pouch and cigarettes touched together, and both of them were a little dumbfounded.

"Son of the King of a Thousand Oxen, the worship of cigarettes is a traditional etiquette of the chief, representing friendship and respect, and you should share a puff of smoke!"

In Mao Xingjian's ears, Su Yu explained hurriedly, these words really made Mao Xingjian a little embarrassed, Mao Jue is the promoter of cigarettes, but he is not a cigarette, under his strict family education, Mao Xingjian does not talk about the habit of smoking, and he is quite disgusted with cigarettes, which are not traditional Confucian cultures.

For the sake of this great cause of education, Mao Xingjian still let go, only hesitated for a moment, he had already taken the tobacco bag made of tree roots with difficulty, and took a sip at the mouth, but the prince, who had no smoking habit at all, was immediately choked and coughed, while snorting smoke, he choked out tears.

However, Mao Xingjian was embarrassed, and the Indian big brother in front of him, who was almost fifty, was actually embarrassed, seeing that Chen Zao handed over the fine stick, fiddling left and right, he was the second monk who couldn't figure it out, and couldn't figure it out for a long time, what kind of treasure is this a wizard? But he didn't dare to be rude when people sucked it, you must know that the "Niubu" is much stronger than their Lakta Ministry!

It is estimated that this Chen Zao will be a traitor in the next generation, and he will not play when he sees Dalat Da fiddling left and right, so he went up and nodded dutifully and gestured to his mouth: "Taijun, this head, stuff it in your mouth, smoke!"

Following his example, Dalat put the cigarette butt into his mouth, and wrapped it at a loss, he was busy studying tobacco kung fu, and Chen Zao took an iron box in front of him, and opened it suddenly, and a bright flame suddenly appeared in front of him.

This Chen Zao was still concentrating on lighting a cigarette, and he was also unaware that the Indian man snorted, and retracted back like he saw a ghost, so frightened that Chen Zao was also a clever man, and his hands and feet were retracted, and both sides were frightened and hugged together.

Not to mention, even Su Yu has never seen this hand, seeing Chen Zaozhi's trembling appearance, his brain is also blank, how many wizards are there in this Ming man? And there's a wizard who can control fire? It's a girl eagle!

This time, Mao Xingjian himself was the calmest, and he was frightened when he saw Su Yu, he hurriedly snatched the iron box in Chen Zao's hand, put it on the ground, and slid over to the Indian chieftains opposite, and then gestured with his hand in front of him.

"Lighters! Open the lid and hit! Fire! machine!"

Just like a scorpion on the ground, looking at the small box stuffed on the ground, and then looking at Mao Xingjian, who was constantly gesturing, a group of very large Indian men were still afraid that none of them reached out, and finally one of the two old witches who was well-informed boldly reached out and grabbed the box.

Let's click~ Learning Mao Xingjian's movements, a flame jumped brightly, the old witch's eyes widened in surprise, and more than 20 tribal leaders also gasped in surprise, and suddenly shrank their heads back neatly.

But only a moment later, as if they had seen some treasure, the men hula all gathered around, looking left and right in amazement, and in the novelty of this novelty, the little tin box was transferred to the hands of another witch, and suddenly the bright flames were once again revealed, and the group of sub-chiefs gasped and shrank their necks neatly.

At first, I was quite nervous, afraid of making some diplomatic incident, but under the speechless gaze of Mao Xingjian and Han Xiaomo, a group of uncles and old ladies who were hundreds of years old together were like ostriches, fiddling with a lighter and fiddling with a cold breath, like a naughty boy, the prince was speechless for a moment.

When these old men and old ladies were having fun, Chen Zao also came to his senses, no wonder the Chen family sent him, the old boy really had a spirit of perseverance, and stretched out his neck again, facing the Indian chief, and stretched out his hand there to gesticulate.

"Taijun, light, light a cigarette, smoke!"

Although he couldn't understand it, but looking at his gesture, Dalat suddenly remembered that the diplomatic ceremony had not yet been completed! Hurriedly picked up the cigarette that had fallen to the ground and stained it with ash again, and made do with the two witches, and the witch with the lighter recited a spell like the practice and handed over the iron box, and puffed at the small flame, the cigarette finally floated up a bright little flame, and the cigarette butt was stuffed into his mouth, and Dalat took a heavy breath.

Thus, a new cigarette smoker was born!

Chen Zao is also a boss-level figure in Liaodong, his soft China is not only the top tobacco, but also sandwiched with the best spices in Southeast Asia, a mouthful, Dalat Da, who is already an old smoker, skillfully turned the cigarette in his lungs a few times, and spit it out heavily, that feeling, he almost didn't float up after enjoying it, and looked at Mao Xingjian Chen Zao a few, and suddenly became a lot friendlier.

The gifts were also exchanged with each other, the courtesy cigarette exchange was also completed, and the friendship between "Youniubu" and Rakta was also firm, and finally it was time to talk about something serious, and sat down opposite the porridge pot again, Mao Xingjian pleaded very solemnly.

"The reason why I came to your ministry is that I want to borrow someone! This year, the lonely city has a bumper harvest, but the lonely people are too few to harvest, if you are willing to help, help with the harvest, the lonely will give you rice in exchange! ”

Su Yu, a half-witted man who came into contact with the culture of the Central Plains, immediately pretended to follow the translation.

"The tribe of the son of the son of heaven, the son of the lord of a thousand oxen, needs to fight against rice, and I hope that the Rakta tribe will send warriors to help fight against the rice together, and in return, the oxen will give you rice to eat and come for the winter!"

The Indian tribe has not yet hired and accepted the concept of remuneration, so Su Yu's translation has a huge deviation, listening to the battle with rice, looking at the rice in the basket, a group of elders of the Lakta tribe looked at each other, and once again confused, which tribal alliance to join to wage war against other tribes is a big deal, and lowered his head, a group of old men and old ladies with feathers on their heads hurriedly discussed.

I didn't know that it was split again, Mao Xingjian was not in a hurry, and calmly waited for them to discuss, but on the contrary, there were so many moths today, and the bang of the gunshot, which frightened the prince was trembling, and looked out of the tent in astonishment, and he didn't care about negotiating, he ran out of the tent with a roll.

"What's wrong?"

Still holding a smoking flintlock pistol, looking at the green face of his family leader, Dongfang Meng, who was startled, hurriedly stood up: "Tell the prince, it is these Su people who are looking for subordinates to compare!" ”

As he spoke, several Indian elders also walked out of the tent in turn, and Dalat Da, who was still holding a cigarette, was about to ask his own people in shock, but this time, a heavy thing fell in front of him at once, and blood sprayed his face.

With a flutter, more than thirty Sioux warriors with feathers on their heads knelt directly on the ground, raising their hands high, and they didn't know what the ghost was screaming, and they knelt down there and kept bowing, in the stupidity of Mao Xingjian's brain, the blood on his face was not wiped, and he looked at the mountain eagle on the ground that was not moving for a few seconds, and the chief Dalatda fiercely pointed his square brain melon seed down.

"Raktar joins the war!"

(End of chapter)