Dalintai drank a few bowls of tea until he was too addicted, and then he touched the beard on his lips and asked, "What about the caravan?" Is it arranged? ”

"Don't worry, sir." Lin Yuan replied, "I asked Qiao'er to take them to my place to rest." ”

"Hmm." Da Lintai nodded, Lin Yuan was still relieved, "You go out later, call some people, kill a few sheep, and entertain guests in the evening." ”

This is also a tradition of the Mongolian tribes, as soon as a caravan arrives, they will get some delicious food, not only to entertain the caravan, but also to open meat for ordinary herdsmen.

For the Mongols, the most indicative of their reputation for hospitality is roast sheep, which are provided free of charge by the shepherd, such as the chief.

Therefore, a small tribe like Lin Yuan and them only dare to trade with a small caravan like Zhiwen, and it is enough to kill three or five sheep at a time, if a big caravan like the Fan family is really invited, Dalintai must go bankrupt.

Although the Dalintai people were heartbroken, they had to do this, the tribe was responsible for entertaining guests, this was the custom, if any leader did not do this, not only would his reputation be ruined, but even the subordinate herdsmen would look down on him, and even switch to other tribes.

Speaking of the Mongolian people, except for those who sell themselves to the herdsmen, most of them do not have a strong personal attachment relationship with the herdsmen, and the herdsmen serve Dalintai today, and if he treats people too harshly, or if he is not happy, they can abandon him tomorrow and herd sheep and horses for others.

"Yes, I'll arrange it." Lin Yuan finished saluting, turned around and walked out of the tent.

"Mengen! Mengen! Lin Yuan shouted.

"What about here, Siqin, what's the matter?" Meng Gen ran over in a hurry, with white milk stains still hanging from the corners of his mouth.

"Let's go, pick a few sheep and kill them, and have a good meal at night." Lin Yuan said with a smile.

"Got guests?" Menggen's eyes widened in surprise.

Lin Yuan nodded, "I invited a caravan back to entertain them at night." ”

Meng Gen rubbed his hands excitedly, and then became a little frustrated, in this way, wouldn't it be a bit of a loss for the beating of those two buckets of milk, and he would have waited for Siqin to come back.

Lin Yuan saw him like this and knew his thoughts, "Okay, just these two whips are just tickles for you." ”

"You can't say that, Siqin, my back is still hot and hurts now." Mengen was dissatisfied.

"Eat a few more pieces of meat at night to make up for it, well, I'll go home first to see if the wild onions, wild garlic and wild ginger are enough, if it's not enough, I have to find some back." Lin Yuan turned over and walked on the horse.

Meng Gen had just stretched out his tongue to lick the milk stains off the corners of his mouth, and when he heard Lin Yuan's words, he couldn't help but swallow another mouthful of saliva.

He still remembers when he was a child, the tribe roasted sheep, that is, after removing the hair, cleaning the internal organs, and roasting it directly on the fire, during which he smeared some salt, and felt that it was already delicious.

Since the Lin father and son came to the tribe, the sheep should be salted for a while before roasting, and some green onions, ginger and garlic should be put in the belly of the sheep when roasting.

"I'll go with you." Meng Gen also turned over and got on his horse and followed behind Lin Yuan's horse.

"You're not going to kill sheep?"

"Hey! How much work did it take to kill a few sheep, and first go to meet the distinguished guests. Meng Gen replied, in fact, this kid saw the tea leaves that Lin Yuan took out before he came out of the account, and wanted to follow to rub some tea and drink it.

Lin Yuan didn't have time to expose his careful thoughts, so he left first.

When the two of them arrived at Lin Yuan's tent, as expected, Zhiwen and the others were making tea.

Meng Gen's eyes lit up, and he came first, squeezed in front of Lin Yuan, stroked his chest with his right hand, bowed slightly, and said, "Meng Gen has seen a distinguished guest." ”

Although the tone is not standard, it is in Chinese.

Zhiwen and the others got up, followed his example and returned the salute, and asked, "You are also Han?" ”

"I am Mongolian, and I learned Chinese from Siqin's brothers and sisters."

Lin Qiao proudly explained to Zhiwen and them, "The people here call me Ge Siqin, which means sage. ”

After that, he rolled his eyes at Meng Gen angrily, "Sit down, if you want to drink tea, just say it, play so many tricks." ”

Meng Gen smiled and sat down.

"This tea is not ours, if you want to drink it, thank Zheng Gongzi first." Lin Qiao said to Meng Gen.

Meng Gen sat on the ground and hugged his fist at Zhiwen, "Thank you Zheng Gongzi." ”

"Brother! Looking for what? Come over for tea. Lin Qiao asked Lin Yuan while making tea in everyone's bowls.

What they drink here is not made tea, but brewed milk tea.

There was no way, Zhiwen thought that this tea was not delicious, and the three girls wanted to taste Mongolian milk tea, so Lin Qiaozhu was casual and fulfilled their wish.

"Oh! I'll see if the seasoning is enough, and I'm going to roast the lamb at night. Lin Yuan replied.

"It doesn't seem like there's much, why don't I go out with you to find it?" Lin Qiao asked.

"How can you leave the guests behind, you accompany Brother Zheng and them, I'll look for them." Lin Yuan said, "Meng Gen, hurry up and kill the sheep after drinking tea, don't waste time." ”

"Hmm!" Meng Gen "Gudu" drank a big sip of tea, "Don't worry, you can't delay things." ”

"Delicious, isn't it?" Lin Qiao refilled the tea in Xiaoying's bowl that had already been drunk, "My brother's roasted sheep is delicious, let go of the belly and eat it at night." ”

Xiaoying's eyes lit up, nodded again and again, and by the way, she sucked back the saliva that was about to flow out.

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"Your name is Menggen, isn't it?" Zhiwen strolled behind Meng Gen.

After drinking tea, everyone acted separately, they followed Lin Qiao to play, Xue Ping and Liu Cai together, set up two tents and went in to sleep.

And Zhiwen followed Meng Gen to watch him kill sheep, this person was rough in Chinese, and he seemed to have no intentions, and he was a good object for communication.

"Yes, Zheng Gongzi, you have a really good memory." Meng Gen was talking in his mouth, but his hands did not stop, and in the blink of an eye, a sheepskin had been peeled off by him.

"Menggen, does your name have any special meaning?" Zhiwen asked.

"Oh, Meng Gen means silver, maybe my father and mother want me to be rich," Meng Gen smiled, "It's a pity, I'm still a poor egg, and I don't know where the next meal is." ”

"Not necessarily, you're still young, who knows what will happen in the future." Zhiwen said with relief.

Meng Gen smiled silently and began to clean up his internal organs.

Zhiwen seemingly unintentionally picked up the sheepskin that was still stained with blood, "What do you usually do with this sheepskin?" ”

"Hey, what else can I do, just rinse and dry with water, no matter how complicated it is, there are so many people in the tribe who can, but we don't have nitrate, so it's useless."

"If you want, find our leader, he has hundreds of them there, and they are all made like this, by the way, the sheep killed today, the sheepskin is also his, and I have to give it to him when I finish it, and I will be beaten if I have one less." Meng Gen chatted with Zhiwen while working.