Well, recognition and recognition, these two words are not very different, but in fact, they are so far away. It can be said that even if Ben Gongzi wants to gather a vote of people to go up the mountain to rob now, more than eighty percent of the tenants will throw down their farm tools and follow me.

Of course, a righteous gentleman like Ben Gongzi will not be in a hurry when he is full, just to prove that Ben Gongzi has the ability and courage to let these people gather around me and become his own.

When I came to the courtyard, I saw the arrival of my son and Li Yan, and the Turks who were setting up tents in the open field outside the front hall all looked at me, well, I have to say, these Turks are very different from the Mongols of later generations, more like people from the Middle East, or people from Xinjiang.

"The Turkic Khan, this is my son-in-law, and this is the Khamsari general before the Khan of Shibi." After Li Bai said hello to the group of Turks, he rushed to the Turk who walked in front and introduced his son.

The wind and frost on the grassland have added a strong mark on his face, the cheeks like red apples, and the eyes that have narrowed into thin slits, but the pupils that show brown eyes, the essence that inadvertently exudes light, and the scimitar inlaid with gorgeous gems on his waist, seems to remind people that he is not just an ordinary steppe man.

"Wuji has seen General Kang Sheli, there are clouds in ancient Chinese sayings, and there are friends from afar, I am very happy, you can come to Luoyang, the eastern capital of my Great Sui, I am very happy. I hope you all have a good time here. Ben Gongzi smashed his mouth, and he could only use the diplomatic rhetoric of later generations to perfunctory.

"I've seen the eldest grandson, I'm on the orders of the Khan, to express our Khan's gratitude to you, the gifts you sent to the grassland, not only the Khan likes them, but even the princess likes them very much......" Tang Yanli said with a mouth that was not very fluent, but at least my son could understand the Guanzhong dialect, showing a smile that seemed very friendly.

After some politeness, my eyes fell on the tent they had already erected with some curiosity, and I couldn't understand why they had to build a tent here because they didn't live in a good house.

"Eldest grandson, we are already accustomed to living in such tents on the grassland, and in it, we even feel more at ease than such a tall and sturdy building, because living in it makes us feel as if we are back on the prairie." Tang Yanli explained with a smile.

"In that case, I respect your customs and habits." I nodded, remembering that Colonel Gaddafi of Libya, whether at home or abroad, liked to live in tents.

Hearing this, Kang was slightly stunned, then showed a bright smile and greeted me deeply. "It is worthy of being the son of the righteous brother of Qiming Khan, among the Han people I have seen, only you are so tolerant and generous after hearing my explanation."

"Where to say, it can only mean that you have seen too few Han people." I waved my hand disappreciatively, then pointed to the tent that had been erected and smiled, "Then I wonder if you would like to invite me in to feel it?" ”

"It's my pleasure, please." Turning, he invited me into the tent of the exotic land.

In this tent, Khamali finally made clear his purpose, and hoped to get more iron stoves of the kind from me, for this kind of furnace was not only hot, but more importantly, it would not let the smoke rise from the Turkic tents, and the strange smell of burning cow dung would not be all inside and outside the tent. Of course, a kettle is also necessary.

In addition, they wanted to find out from Ben Gongzi where the kind of liquor that Ben Gongzi presented to Shibi Khan was found and how it was brewed. Or rather, they want to be able to get more of it.

"Gee, I almost forgot if you didn't say so. Yuan Fang, go and bring a jar to General Kang, don't blame the general, the brewing method of this kind of liquor is really very difficult, according to the proportion, ten catties of grain, at most can brew two catties of this kind of good spirits. And it takes at least half a month to be able to produce. After turning around and greeting Li Yuanfang, Ben Gongzi said with a very serious expression.

In fact, the use of sorghum bran, rice bran, wheat bran and other things can also make wine, and after mixing a certain proportion of grain, the proportion of wine produced can reach 60%, and the degree is not too low, at least more than 45 degrees.

This is still the skill that Ben Gongzi learned from those private brewing farmers when he was the secretary of the township, and I have to say that the wisdom of the people is infinite, and I happen to be one of the people, and I live in a village where many things need to be done by myself.

In this regard, let me be extremely grateful to the personnel of the Time and Space Administration, or the god of fate, at least let Ben Gongzi learn a skill before crossing over. It can make its due contribution to changing history and entering the intensive and modern industrial world in advance.

Okay, even if this son is suspected of boasting, then what's the matter, if you have the ability, you can wear it and try it, in case you travel to the primitive world and eat bran vegetables with your bare ass, and even the pigs are only wild, then you can't blame me.

"Ten catties of grain only get two catties?" Hearing Ben Gongzi's words, Kang Shea's mouth quickly caught up with the catfish that was thrown on the beach and was about to die of thirst. "That's an exaggeration, isn't it?"

"Yes, don't say it's you, even this son thinks it's too exaggerated, but the problem is that this is the case, otherwise, this time when I asked the housekeeper to give a gift to Shibi Khan, it would be impossible to give that much." I nodded, a look of sadness.

"This ...... It turns out that I heard Brother Li say that this kind of wine can only be made by you, Gongzi, and the output is extremely small, I originally thought it was what it was, but I didn't want it to be like this" Kang Yanli nodded as if suddenly.

Soon, Li Yuanfang walked in with a small jar that could hold about seven or eight catties of wine, and then slapped open the mud seal on the spot, lifted the oil paper used for sealing on it, and smelled a stronger aroma of low-alcohol wine that was different from that of this era.

At the moment when the smell of wine came out, Kang Yanli's eyes had begun to look misty, and the Adam's apple was bouncing up and down, looking worthy of a nomad, seeing this strong wine was like a hungry dog seeing bones

For wine above 40 degrees, this son is accustomed to it in later generations, and he doesn't want to think about who we are, the secretary of the township party committee, although he is only a small secretary, but it is simply commonplace to eat and drink the public.

The first wine, Kang Yanli was like holding a handful of rare and fragile peerless porcelain, held it to his nose, took a deep sip of the strong aroma of the wine that was different from this era, and then took a shallow sip, as if feeling the burning power of the wine, down the throat, down the line, straight into the stomach.

"¥mnamn...*(mnamn¥)" Kang Xuanli closed his eyes and let out such a confused emotion.

Seeing my confused expression, Li Yan coughed lightly, leaned into my ear and whispered: "What General Kang Shealy is doing is that such a fine wine is more heartwarming than the most fragrant milk. ”

"Turkic?" Proficient in English, French, German, Italian, and Spanish...... Well, to be serious, I know a little English, because my first girlfriend was an Italian major and worked hard to learn this thing, and in addition, I really can't understand Turkic, a language that I can't even understand a single note.

After Li Yan looked at me with a wink, and made sure that I was really questioning and not joking, the old butler with a strange look and a speechless expression nodded slowly.

"No wonder I don't understand." As a linguist, I am proficient in Italian, Mandarin, Shaanxi, Shandong, Northeast and Guizhou dialects, and I am suddenly surprised, after all, it is the language of the ancient Turkic barbarians, and it is not surprising that my son does not understand it.

Fortunately, Li Tong didn't answer me, this is Mongolian or Altaic language, otherwise even if this son is not messy in the wind, he will definitely ask Li Bai what his QQ number and Yi Meier are. No matter how bad it is, I have to discuss with him the demise of the Northern Song Dynasty and the Southern Song Dynasty and the great influence of the Mongol nation on the world.

Seeing my face as a matter of course, the old housekeeper's expression was a little strange, well, Li Yuanfang, who was standing beside me, kept coughing, and his body trembled as if he had had a stroke.

This girl doesn't even seem to have learned etiquette well, but she actually convulsed in front of the guests, and when she has time, she should let him understand that as the head of the family soldiers, he should have a hard-hearted face? Well, it should be a cold and hard face like a knife and an axe, and a body and will that stand like a loose body, not like a boneless little rascal.

The first wine, Kang Sheli had just fallen into his stomach, and the tent was opened, and several Turkic men in fat clothes appeared outside the door, a pair of greedy eyes, a nose that kept stirring, and the Adam's apple that was agitating up and down, all proved that this vote of Turkic barbarians was seduced by the strong aroma of wine.

Half an hour later, after drinking, I was still able to sit, in addition to me, there were two Turkic barbarians, well, the old housekeeper and Li Yuanfang didn't drink, so they were still able to sit straight. And this son did not have any physical discomfort except for his face being slightly red and his face being slightly hot.

And the other Turkic barbarians, after fighting with Ben Gongzi for almost more than a pound of liquor, all fell softly on the woolen carpet with admiration and despair.