"Come on, come on, Zheng Xiaogongzi, it's rare to come to the prairie, eat more meat, see how thin you look." A big man with a full beard laughed and said to Zhiwen in Chinese, which was not very fluent.

In fact, these Mongols who are close to the Great Wall can speak some Chinese, and as leaders, they are well-informed and can speak more.

This man is also the leader of a small tribe, and he just arrived this morning, and sold a dozen majestic stallions that had grown into them to Zhiwen in exchange for a large sum of grain, and the price was higher than that given by the Ming merchants in the past.

These stallions may be rare good horses in the eyes of these Ming people, but in a small Mongolian tribe like them, it is troublesome, they eat a lot of forage, but they don't have a drop of milk, kill them and eat meat, but they are reluctant, and it is the best thing to exchange food for the Ming people.

In addition to these horses, the hundreds of catties of wool he left behind last autumn for some reason were worthless in his eyes, and they were also exchanged by Zhiwen for twenty catties of grain.

"This leader," Zhiwen said with a smile, he didn't remember the names of other people, he could only refer to the leaders collectively, these Mongolian names were a little difficult for Zhiwen to remember, "The kid has a limited appetite, and he really can't eat it." ”

Zhiwen was bitter in his heart, and he couldn't show it on his face, this was the first time he had experienced the experience of eating meat and being afraid.

Since Lin Yuan helped him arrange for Meng Gen and others to deliver letters, and the tribes arrived one after another, the nightmarish days began.

Basically, every tribe that comes to it, it has to hold a barbecue meeting, the difference is that the rich tribes trade before and the poor tribes trade after the trade, in short, they can't escape.

If you can only eat meat once a year, then the meat is supreme delicious in your heart, look forward to it before eating, and miss it after eating.

If you can eat meat every once in a while, then meat will be no different from other foods to you.

If you eat meat every day, and eat this kind of cooking technique and backward, fishy roast mutton, for Zhiwen, it is a punishment.

"Huh? If you can't eat it, you can eat it with some wine... By the way, you can't drink. This leader was not drunk yet, and remembered that Zhiwen was still young and couldn't drink, so he was not reluctant, but he then shouted, "Come on, pour a bowl of milk for Zheng Xiaogongzi, and eat smoothly." ”

After shouting, he said to Zhiwen, "Listen to me, Zheng Xiaogongzi, you can eat more with a bowl of milk." ”

Zhiwen secretly smiled bitterly, at this moment, he missed the wild vegetable cake and alfalfa soup on the way to escape.

"Huh! This brother, why did you stop? The leader saw Xue Ping, who was accompanying Zhiwen to the banquet, in a daze, "Is our meat not fragrant, or is the wine not sweet?" ”

"Where, where." Xue Ping hurriedly said, "I'll take a breath, take a breath, come, chief, I will toast you with a bowl of wine." ”

With that, he tilted his neck and poured the wine into his mouth.

This horse thief leader, who once ate the last meal but did not eat the next meal, and had to rely on mare's milk to barely survive, never thought that he would be afraid of eating meat and drinking, and drinking until he vomited.

But who called him Han and Mongolian, and he knew all kinds of customs and habits of the two ethnic groups, and it was his duty to accompany Zhiwen to negotiate with the leaders of various departments, drink and other affairs, and it was on him that he could not shirk his responsibility.

Everyone else was busy trading with the Mongolian people, first they didn't have time to participate, and then they were frightened by the tragic scene between him and Zhiwen, and they didn't dare to come, and he and Zhiwen have been holding it up for the past few days.

At the beginning, Lin Yuan, with his Han identity, also followed Zhiwen and helped out a few times, but soon he couldn't bear it, and would rather take Lin Qiao to help them than follow Zhiwen anymore.

Well, Meng Gen is quite willing to help with this, and there is no shortage of his stuttering, but he is too poor in drinking, and he gets drunk in two sips, no, he is already lying on the ground.

"This little brother, the amount of alcohol is too bad." The leader looked at Meng Gen on the ground, and his mouth snorted, "Zheng Xiaogongzi, you eat and drink well, I'll go and greet the others." ”

"Hey, Chief, you're busy with your business." Zhiwen and Xue Ping wished that he would go away earlier, so that he could take a breath and rest.

By the time Zhiwen and Xue Ping carried Meng Gen back to their camp, it was already late at night, and the three girls were still waiting for him.

Got Meng Gen and slept with Xue Ping, this kid, almost all the past few days with them.

"Something? Babble. Zhiwen came to the carriage and asked.

"Brother, there are already hundreds of horses, do you still accept them?" Nan Nan asked, pointing to the horse ring next to the carriage.

Lin Yuan and his tribe specially vacated a place, and also built a fence to close the horses for Zhiwen and them, sitting in the carriage and looking inside, there were already many horses, and they were all good horses.

"So many?" Zhiwen didn't expect that it had only been a few days, and the horses he had collected had exceeded his expectations, but the wool he wanted most was not satisfactory, so he couldn't bear it these days, and Zhiwen didn't flinch, just to get acquainted.

According to Lin Yuan, only three or four tribes have come, and they can only be regarded as just beginning, at least a dozen will come, and if there are more, more than twenty is not impossible.

"Can we not accept it now?" Zhiwen spread his hands, if he really didn't accept it, he would just wait to be hunted down and killed by the Mongols who rushed to hear the news, and the character that he had saved up in the past few days would also be completely defeated.

"With so many horses, just a few of us, how can we rush back when the time comes?" The fodder girl is not worried, Zhiwen can always take out fresh alfalfa and grain in time to feed the horses, and what she is worried about is how to get the horses back to Zhuolu Mountain.

Zhiwen patted his head, really, he has been eating meat and drinking milk with people in the past few days, but he didn't think of this problem.

No matter how powerful the three former horse thieves are, how many horses can they drive, and if this continues, the number of horses will increase, can they do it?

Zhiwen hesitated for a moment, and couldn't think of any ideas for a while, "There must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, let's talk about it when the time comes, it's a big deal to ask Lin Yuan and Meng Gen for help..."

Meng Gen, by the way, you can ask Meng Gen and them for help.

Lin Yuan and their tribe, Xiang Menggen, who has no father or mother, and has five half-grown sons who have reached adulthood, pay them money and food, let them help drive the horses, and there is no problem in taking a trip to the pass, these people are not other people's domestic slaves, and no one can restrain them.

And Menggen they can not only drive horses, but what is even more rare is that they are skilled in bowing and horses, and they are natural horse warriors, if they can stay in Zhuolu Mountain, hehe!

Thinking of this, Zhiwen smiled proudly, "It's okay, Nannan, and then collect the horse." ”

Well, it seems that in the future, I will have to go to other tribes and get to know more people like Meng Gen.