The difference in race is enough to be subtle to the components in the blood, independent development of thousands of years, although the same East Asian Mongolian race, can be isolated and developed for tens of thousands of years, the genes of the New World Indians and the Ming people have changed to varying degrees, from snack grains, rice and corn are often cited to make rice and white wine, and the blood of the Ming people has a unique enzyme that decomposes alcohol, which is the lack of the Indians who have eaten meat for thousands of years.

But it is because of this lack that Indians are more likely to become addicted to alcohol! The invading American imperialists in later generations once had such an evaluation, for a bottle of wine, these Indians can be the last piece of clothing! In order to prevent alcoholism, the U.S. imperialist government issued a decree prohibiting the sale of alcoholic beverages to the Indians, but unexpectedly, it caused a huge Indian riot.

Of course, Mao Xingjian's research could not be so detailed, and it was impossible to know the methods used by the American imperialists to anesthetize and control the Indians in later generations, and he also learned from the drunkards of the Sioux who even fought with the Han people for wine, and he also learned about the love of alcoholic beverages of this race.

Watching Mao Xingjian pick up the wine bowl, he grinned and took a sip, full of curiosity, and poured himself a bowl with a slap like his pu fan, and after taking a sip of the bowl, he was immediately grinned by the spicy teeth of this strong wine, and the muscles on his face twitched, and he clicked his mouth ugly, but in the stunned expressions of the other Indian chiefs, he shook his cheeks a few times, and this big man actually poured another big mouthful, and then reached out to take the jar and poured a bowl for himself.

Aroused curiosity, the great chief of the Zuni people, Snake Eagle, also took the jar, poured himself a little, and clicked his mouth twice, but the old Indian wizard showed a familiar but surprised look, and followed, he slowly filled himself with a jar.

One after another, Han Mancang and they brought more jars, and the wine bowls were also distributed to the hands of the patriarch wizard, and a crazy drinking conference began, in Mao Xingjian's unbelievable eyes, the big guy who cut off his head was stunned and held the big jar and grunted into the sky, and then a somewhat ridiculous smirk appeared on his hideous face, and he smiled and grabbed another jar.

"Enough is enough, I can't drink it anymore!"

I was really afraid that he would drink to death, Mao Xingjian sadly stretched out his hand to stop him, but where could he resist this big man, he pushed him aside with a slap, slapped the second jar, and poured his head up again, fortunately, this time it was only half filled, and this guy was like a bear and fell on the ground, drunk and dazed.

The jars were passed one after another, and the entire cowhide temple was filled with Indian chiefs pushing cups, some were drinking, and suddenly laughed like a nervous disorder, and some were stupidly muttering to the wall, it seemed that the corn shochu was quite in line with their preferences, but looking at this scene, Mao Xingjian shook his head helplessly.

He has filled this simple primitive society with another evil deed, alcoholism!

Shaking his head, pulling Han Xiaomo's little hand, who was also pouring wine into the bowl, Mao Xingjian walked out with mixed joy, who knew that the prairie wild girl actually had the potential to be an alcoholic, looking at the mouthful of the jar, she protested a little angrily.

"Why don't they give me a drink if they can?"

"If you say no, you can't do it!"

"Humph......"

The two of them walked out of the big temple with their mouths talked, just thinking that Mao Xingjian just wanted to go to the carriage, but he couldn't help but slap him on the shoulder, and turned his head in some astonishment, and then Mao Xingjian hurriedly paced back two steps vigilantly, and asked in astonishment.

"Who are you?"

Hell, in a tribe full of Indians, he actually saw a white-nosed white ghost with brown hair and blue eyes.

And what surprised him even more was that this white ghost actually greeted him with a not very skilled sinicization, and hugged his fist jerkily.

"Your Excellency, ......, is it Mingren?"

Seeing Mao Xingjian's shocked look, this ghost was extremely excited and suddenly made a gesture to the side.

"Brother! Borrow a step to speak!"

was carefully pulled by this guy to the side of the carriage in Snake City, and when Mao Xingjian impatiently threw off his sleeves, the white ghost was full of excitement and hurriedly spoke.

"This brother Tai was once a royal merchant in the Spanish colony of Luzon, and was later transferred to the Mexican colony to work as a sugar buyer. Westsmith, is your Excellency a merchant or military attache in the Ming colony? ”

"Spaniards!"

As soon as he heard this name, Mao Xingjian immediately roared in annoyance.

"You Spanish barbarians slaughtered more than 20,000 of my Ming people in Luzon, and you barbarians dare to appear in front of Lone!"

"That's the poisonous hand of that fool of Ondolma, who has always advocated ruling the barbarian natives with the civilized people of the Ming Dynasty! That's when I left my job and went to Mexico! Besides, isn't your country also taking revenge? Slaughter and enslave tens of thousands of Spanish expatriates in the East Indies!"

Obviously, he didn't want to argue more about this, and little Henry, who was also combing the Indians, hurriedly lowered his voice.

"Da Ming also has a crush on this colony, right? My lord, now is a godsend! While these fools are unprepared, you can ask them to go to the Holy Land of the Bison Valley two miles and outside Spain to make an oath, and invite them to drink again, and just ambush two hundred musketeers is enough to kill all these fools! At that time, the five barbarian tribes and more than 80,000 barbarians will be a plate of scattered sand, and the Ming Dynasty only needs a little force, which is enough to sweep them away and use them as slaves on the plantation! Without this group of barbarians, Da Ming will be able to completely control ......"

The head was still talking longingly, but Henry didn't notice that Mao Xingjian's face was already gloomy to the extreme.

"Enough!"

Frightened by the violent drinking, Henry expressed some incredible loyalty: "This lord, I really help Da Ming, and I am willing to respond from the inside!" ”

"Do you think we Ming people are as barbaric as you Western Barbarians? Just as cruel and bloodthirsty, and murderous by nature? Get out of Lone's sight immediately!"

"But the Ming people, these barbarians can't be called human beings at all, they are really cruel and cunning, bloodthirsty by nature, just the barbarian head of the Shoshone people, my lord, the head on his back is that of the Mexican Archbishop Gandalf, even the priest is killed, how barbaric are they......"

"Don't get excited! I'll get out! Get out!"

As he spoke, seeing Mao Xingjian pull out the gun from his waist, he was scared again, and the flamboyant Spanish businessman hurriedly retreated helplessly, this guy is really a complete scoundrel, he kept rolling out of the big car circle, and he yelled viciously on the side of the car.

"You'll regret it, sooner or later!"

After shouting these two sentences, this guy disappeared into Mao Xingjian's gaze like a leper dog again.

Even if this guy got out, Mao Xingjian was still disgusted, shaking his head incessantly, and roaring in annoyance.

"Despicable barbarian!"

…………

Fortunately, Henry is just a small episode, after this meal, the relationship between the five clans in the north and Mao Xingjian is obviously one step closer, the chiefs who have been drunk all day left the Cheyenne Department in the evening, before leaving, several tribal chiefs also came to say goodbye to Mao Xingjian, exchanged the treasure they carried for a few bottles of wine, and then embarked on the road home.

Even the big horn, who has always had a gloomy face, showed a good face to Mao Xingjian, a drinking friend, or in the big temple of the chieftain who was re-spaced, the big chief of the Cheyenne tribe paid a little attention to Mao Xingjian with a pleasant face.

"Great Sioux Wizard, the alliance you proposed, on the Etok Festival before the snow falls, several tribes will propose it at the entire clan assembly, but according to my estimate, as long as there is continuous wine in the trade between the Sioux and the Cheyenne, the chances of the clansmen agreeing are very high!"

After months of painstaking research, it was finally done, Mao Xingjian was like an electric current in an instant, he couldn't stop trembling a few times with excitement, and then hurriedly pushed a few jars of good wine forward.

"So, thank you Chief Bighorn!"

Not to mention, the charm of this wine is really great, even the Indian chief, who has always had no sense of selfishness, swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva when he looked at this jar and acquiesced to the bribe.

Full of excitement when he went out of the door, he stretched out his hand and Mao Xingjian wanted to greet Shangguan Meng, who was guarding the door, to pack his luggage and return to Snake City, ready to welcome the naturalization of the five departments in the north, but before he could shout out, a sound as ugly as sandpaper grinding over a blackboard sounded behind him again, and the cold hair behind the prince who was stimulated by the sound simply stood up.

"Sioux Grand Wizard!"

"Oh! I've seen the Great Chieftain of the Zuni tribe!"

The four big chiefs who had just left, and the only wizard chieftain didn't greet him, but he didn't expect him to be waiting for him at the door! Forcibly enduring the discomfort, Mao Xingjian hurriedly bowed.

"I wonder what the Great Chief of the Snake Eagle has to say?"

"Great Chief Sioux, your sorcery is magical, you can make crops flourish, you can make fire out of thin air, you can borrow the power of the sun, you can cut off the balls of bulls, you can make such a powerful beast bow down to your orders, and you can also create fiery water with divine grace, your reputation has penetrated to the snowy mountains, and the heavenly witches on the snow hope that you can visit them in person!"

Although it was a compliment, this old guy was like a facial paralysis, and his voice was as ugly as sandpaper scraping glass.

"Thank you for the invitation of the Great Chief of the Snake Eagle, and next time, Lone will personally bring gifts to visit these great witches!"

The moment he answered, a coldness flashed in the snake eagle's glass-like cloudy eyes, and what Mao Xingjian didn't notice was that behind him, Su Yu, who was originally showing ecstasy, also stiffened the smile on his face............

(End of chapter)