As Burhan had guessed, something big was happening today. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info Burhan lifted the curtain of the big tent, there are a lot of people! The tent was full of generals and nobles from the Hechiti tribe, and at the right hand of his father Alett sat an elder who had not seen him before, and perhaps today's meeting was closely related to the elder's arrival.

"Come to Burhan, come and meet the elder Jinong Dugen of the Turgot Department." Burhan looked at his father, and sure enough, it was him who he had guessed earlier. Bourhan stepped forward and gave Elder Dugan a deep bow.

"Hello Elder Dugan, welcome to the Hechiti Division." Although there are not many words, the courtesy is completely impossible to fault.

Dugan stood up and savored Burhan with a wine glass, and everyone also stopped the glass of wine in their hands at this time, looking at the two of them, after all, Dugan was Jinong, the uncle of Wang Khan and Orlekin of the Turghut Department.

"Good~good~good" Dugan said three good in a row, then handed the wine glass to Burhan, Burhan raised his head and did it, and after finishing it, he also learned the custom of the Han people to turn the wine glass upside down, and it was really clean.

"Elder Sedugan gives wine!" Neither humble nor arrogant!

"Good! Alett I heard that there is a god-given son of your Hechiti tribe who is your son, but I didn't expect it to be a momentary talent! Okay, it's a pity that I don't have such a son, it's a pity! Dugan praised Bourhan vigorously, and at the same time felt sorry for his two sons who were not angry, they were still more than capable of self-preservation when they were alive, but they did not know that they would die in the belly of a woman sooner or later, if they went to see the immortal heaven one day, who would bless them? Where is their place?

Alett seemed to see Dugan's sorrow, patted Dugan's arm and said, "Elder Dugan, children and grandchildren have their own children and grandchildren." You have been kind to people all your life, and I believe that Changsheng Heaven will definitely give you good results. Besides, you are the benevolent Jinon of the Turghut tribe, and the children of the tribe are your children, and what about our Hechiti tribe? ”

Dugan felt that this was right, anyway, he had given his whole life to the Turghut Ministry, and dedicated his youth and wisdom to the rising Turgot, in order to reproduce the glory of Genghis Khan. There is also regret in his heart, his son is not mature and cannot continue to fulfill his wishes for him, and Orlek is too comfortable, and his hope is that the garden of the ideal country of immortality is out of reach.

"By the way, Elder Dugan, what did you deign to come to the Hechi Ti Ministry this time?" Wu Rizhao said casually with a glass of mare's milk wine. Of course, Dugan knew this guy's arrogance, especially now that the Hechiti tribe was getting stronger, it was no longer the old, weak, sick and disabled Hechiti who still needed the protection of Turghut to survive, but Turghut needed to rely on the Hechiti tribe more. The one who made the most meritorious contributions in each war was the Hechiti Division, but the one who suffered the most battle losses was the Turgunt, and in the end, it was the Turgunt who got the most trophies, anyway, the Hechiti Department didn't look down on those things except for slaves.

Dugan smiled awkwardly, and he took a few more sips of mare's milk wine before he said the purpose of the trip.

"I'm not afraid of the jokes of Lord Wu Rizhao, although the Turghut Department is the majority of the four departments of Oirat, but the life is not as happy as your Hechiti Department, this autumn drought we have not had much nomadic to the branch and have not had time to get more forage is two heavy snowfalls, cattle and sheep have frozen to death countless times, this year... This year, a large number of people may freeze to death and starve to death! Dugan choked up and couldn't speak as he spoke, and the nobles of the Hechi Ti tribe who were full of accounts also put down the wine glasses in their hands, and the previous excitement was gone, and the people looked solemn. They are all Mongols and descendants of Genghis Khan, and no one wants such a thing to happen to their compatriots, but the will of the Immortal Heaven cannot be changed.

At this time, Alert's mood is also very heavy, if it weren't for his friend Alimu's nearly 10,000 quintals of grain trade a year ago, I'm afraid that this year's life will not be so good, but fortunately, although there is a lot of snow this year, it is not big. Looking at Dugen Allet, there is some sadness from it, how many people will die if you can make a large tribe with 50,000 households grieve?

"Elder Dugan, even if he suffers from the snow disaster, the strength of the Turghut Department is only a drop in the bucket, right?" Wu Rizhao's words are really brainless, I didn't dare to say this when I saw Du Gen so sad, this is to force people to go crazy!

Alett thought that Dugan would be angry because of Wu Rizhao's words, but Dugan started crying again, and how did Burhan look at Dugan, who was crying bitterly, more and more like Uncle Liuhuang? Dugan cried more and more, and beat his chest and cried so heartbreakingly. There was really no way to make Arlet, so he could only give Burhan a look. Of course, Burhan also wanted to end the conference as soon as possible, and by and large everyone understood that he was here to borrow food, and it was really unnecessary to make it like this, how much was compassion worth? Especially among the steppe tribes, it is the hatred of you to the death and the death of the tribe.

Burhan stepped forward to comfort Dugan and said, "Elder Dugan, what's the matter?" Don't cry, you're crying like this, so much so that Burhan will cry too. "While saying that Burhan entered the role, he squeezed out a few tears, but the howling movement was no worse than that of Dugan, even Alette and Wu Rizhao didn't expect Burhan to be so smart, now Dugan shouldn't be drinking a child! Sure enough, Dugan began to coax Bourham obediently, in his eyes, this is still a ten-year-old child, the two of them wiped away their tears, Dugan got up and said, "Let everyone laugh, but I... I watched myself eat this delicious mutton, and I couldn't help but want to think of the children in my tribe who hadn't eaten or drunk—" said Dugan and cried again.

Ay! This person really has the potential of Uncle Liu Huang, and Bourhan persuaded him for a while. Alette got up and grabbed Dugan and forced him to his seat.

"Elder Dugan, we basically understand the affairs of your department, and I won't let go of the Red Division, I see that you are not in a good mood today, plus you are tired from jumping all the way, so take a good rest!" Someone came to send the distinguished guest back to the yurt. The guards outside the door came into the tent and helped Dugan out of the tent, but he still cried all the way, which was really annoying.

Everyone is in no mood to eat and drink when they send Dugan away, and the situation of the Turkut Department is also roughly understood, and Dugan came to borrow food this time! In my heart, I said that the nobles of the Hechiti tribe were unwilling to borrow grain from the Turghut tribe, why? Because in the 33rd year of Wanli in the Ming Dynasty (1605), Alxa Mongolia, where the Hechiti Department was located, suffered a spring drought, and the Hechiti Department also borrowed grain and grass from the Tuerhut Department who was still the suzerain, but only ten old camels were borrowed. Wu Rizhao saw that the road was far away and he couldn't let the meat go, so he killed them and made them into jerky, and dozens of people carried them back all the way, and the hardships of the road could not be said again. This is how sad it is to force the old people of the tribe to secretly leave their children and grandchildren and go into the mountains to destroy themselves, how sad is this, who has no old people?

Seeing that no one spoke in the big tent, Wu Rizhao stood up and said, "Chief, I see that our Hechiti Department also received their favor back then, and our Hechiti Department is not a heartless wolf, and we also gave them a hundred old camels, which can be regarded as a reward for their 'gift' back then." ”

The crowd was also extremely reluctant, not only was the envoy humiliated, but also ten old camels were used to send the Hechi Ti tribe away, and now that they have suffered a disaster, it is enough for us to give them a hundred old camels!

Alette did not speak at this time, and it was generally difficult for the nobles to unify their opinions, and once they were unanimous, it was not something that he could easily change as a tribal leader.

"A hundred old camels won't do." Uligi, who is in charge of managing the clan's finances, said.

"What did you say, Uligi, do you dare to say it again? See I don't beat you! "Kali's temper tantrum came up, and Alett grabbed Kali." You sit down for me, what's going on, Uliji, you explain it to me. "I don't mean that, I mean we don't have a hundred old camels to see if we can replace them with something else." Uliji's words made everyone laugh, it is indeed in line with the wind and rain of the Chiti tribe in recent years, the wealth of the tribe has increased, and the people of the tribe live comfortably, and there are indeed not too many camels.

Everyone laughed and began to think about how to repay this debt of affection?

"Let's give 500 loads of grain first, and this matter is settled." Alett expressed his position, and everyone also thought that 500 loads of grain was okay, so it was dispersed today.

The next day, Alett hosted another banquet for Dugan.

"Elder Dugan, we, the Hechiti tribe, will always be the best allies of the Turghut tribe, and the tribe has not much food in stock, so we can only give you 500 loads of grain to show our respect."

Dugan was excited, because since there were 500 quintals, there would be 5,000 quintals. He also knew that the things of the Turgot Department were not very good, and at this time, he could only eat cheekily.

"The head of Alat, the population of the Turghut tribe is large, and this... Isn't that 500 quintals a bit less? ”

After hearing this, Wu Rizhao stood up suddenly, pointed at Du Gen, didn't give him face at all, and roared angrily: "Then according to Lord Jinong's meaning, how much food will we give to the Chiti Department to be enough?" ~Yes! Wu Rizhao's emotions had obviously reached a critical point, and when he was humiliated, he lowered his head and silently prayed for the other party's conscience to be discovered, just like Dugan today. The results can be imagined, and it is impossible to talk about them today. The nobles of the Hechiti Department were angered by Dugan's words, and said that they were not willing to give aid to the Turk Special Ministry, and you said that it would be good to be able to come 500 loads of grain for nothing, and the lion opened his mouth widely, and his ugly face was very similar to Aquino in the Philippines, and he had no ability to shout, and the American dog leash was tightened.

Seeing this, Dugan could only retreat in a huff, otherwise he might be beaten up by the angry Hechiti nobles. Negotiation is also an art, Dugan is now taking the cheeky route, I'm not afraid that you won't agree, if he puts on a strong face at the beginning, I'm afraid that at this time his neck head has already been boxed back to Turgot, right?

Watching Dugan leave, Burhan relaxed a lot, this person is really speechless. Alert saw that Burhan in the corner was eating, and he looked relaxed. Alert, who was angry, got up and shouted, "Burhan, why did you run there and not come back?" Startled by the shout, Burhan threw away the cheese in his hand and crawled to Alert's seat, who was angry and amused.

"Burhan, do you think we will give Dugan 5,000 loads of grain?" When Alett suddenly asked, Burhan casually said, "Why not?" "Huh! The crowd began to look at Burhan, probably a little uncomfortable, and Burhan had completely lost all his food.

"Why don't we give it?"

"However, we don't have enough for ourselves, so where can we get food for them, and how they did to us back then." Wu Rizhao expressed the anger in his heart, and also looked forward to Burhan's next words.

"Of course, this 5,000 quintals of grain is not given but exchanged!"

"Change?" The crowd began to talk to each other. Alert was also interested in this at this time, and he then asked: "Tell me, what is the way to change it!" ”

Burhan got down from his seat, walked to the center, and said loudly: "We have 10,000 loads of grain, and it is not difficult to take out 5,000 loads, of course, it is not given for nothing." Ask for their horses, their population, and their slaves. Anything they think they can trade with us. ”

Burhan's words made everyone's mouth open, yes! As a medium-sized tribe, the Hechiti tribe only has about 4,000 people and more than 30,000 people, which is really small, while the Turghut tribe has 50,000 accounts and 300,000 people, which is not counting the number of slaves, and it is estimated that there are 10,000 slaves. If the population of the Hechiti tribe is larger, then there will be no need to rely on people to survive in the future, and it can be said that there is no such thing as borrowing grain!

Uligi also thought carefully, but he was still worried that as the head of the clan's property, he would have to use every grain of grain for good use. "Prince of Burhan, we have 10,000 loads of grain, but what should we do with 5,000 loads of our own people, now that winter has just begun, there will be a disaster like the Turhut tribe, we can't help but think about the tribe!" Uliji's words were excited, both Alet and Burhan understood that he was for the clan, and Burhan knew that everyone was also worried about this, and the annual stock of grain in the Hechiti tribe was also used for occasional needs, but this year there was a lot of it.

"Rest assured, we can trade blood sausages, bacon, and some of the grain with the Turks." When they heard Burhan talk about bacon and blood sausage, everyone's eyes lit up, especially Uliji.

Since the 33rd year of Wanli, the Hechi Tibu used to store food, and began to use cheese and jerky as the mainstay. Later, Alimu's arrival brought new techniques to the Hechiti tribe - that is, blood sausage and bacon. It is said that both of these foods were passed down from the Dzungar Mongols. People use sheep intestines to fill the blood, heart, liver, lungs, and meat to dry or salt, which can be preserved for about a year. Later, the people of the Hechi Tibu improved it, adding flour and grass, mushrooms, and wild garlic, steaming it and drying it with cow dung, and the taste was "delicious" and was characterized by its shelf-stable taste. Which family in the Hechi Ti Department doesn't have dozens or hundreds of catties of blood sausage now? As for bacon, that's even more!

"Son of Bourhan, aren't we losing money by giving them blood sausage and bacon?" Uliji is really a little distressed, the taste of blood sausage and bacon may not be very suitable for the taste of the Mongolians, but it is also meat, which is much more valuable than food.

Wu Rizhao was a person who understood, and stood up and said to Wu Liji, "It's good that blood sausage and bacon are expensive, if they are expensive, we can get more slaves and goods, and besides, the food in Han land is not cheap at a price a day, so we have to keep it for our own use, so are we in the mood to give them?" ”

Alette thought that this was a big problem, the taste of blood sausage in the tribe was indeed not very good, so the tribesmen had to eat the things of the previous year in the spring every year, and they had to keep doing it, it was better to starve to death in a disaster year! In this way, the food is preserved and the blood sausage is sold, so why not? He stood up and laughed, "That's it, if he doesn't want to, he can't blame us." ”

"Huh! I can't help him! Everyone laughed happily, some of them were good to eat, so much nonsense! And Borkand felt that he was too evil at this time, he really didn't want to eat this blood sausage, although Grandma's craftsmanship was outstanding, but the smell was really uncomfortable, not as good as what he had eaten in the world, and it was just a good reason to sell him. Shouldn't it be made by Grandma for Dugan to taste?