Winter is coming, and the snow is covered.

The water of the Liao River is flowing slowly and quietly with the winter sun.

A cold wind blew, adding a chill to the air, frost-stained branches swaying in the water, and the river rippled.

On the bank of the winter water, there are several felt tents tied to the war horses.

The woman chopped wood outside the tent, and then brought it into the felt tent behind her, and boiled the mutton.

She carefully tasted the soup with another small spoon, and felt that the heat was just right, so she turned around and took out a small packet of chili peppers from the small cabinet, broke off part of it and threw it into the soup, and finally closed the pot.

Looking at the red chili peppers, the woman had a reluctant expression on her face.

Outside the felt tent, several boys' faces turned red from the cold to purple, and they took care of the cattle and sheep with whips.

Cattle and sheep flick their tails and line up along the shore, grazing with their heads down, and will not return until evening.

The children looked very small, but they were not present at this time because their brother had a stomachache.

In the felt tent, a lama dressed in a dark red monk's robe was sitting around the fireplace with the owner of the felt tent, chatting happily.

The lama claimed to be a monk of Dazhao Monastery and traveled far and wide to promote the Dharma.

The master also reported himself to his family, he was a right-wing subject of the Zalut tribe, and he was under the jurisdiction of Sangar.

He is not tall, but he has strong bones.

The lama said, "Donor, the people of the grassland have been governed by the golden family blood for generations, and the Han prince has managed you, and it is not right for you to be similar to the Han people."

"Honorable Master, I don't know what it means to make up a household and to share the people, I only know that since the Han prince has managed us, the Taiji have not dared to beat and scold me at will, take away the cattle and sheep that I have worked so hard to raise, and sleep with my women."

The owner of the felt tent said, "Every year, as long as we give it to the sheep and oxen, the rest is ours. I can eat meat, and I can work a little harder to go to the left wing of the Horqin Department to exchange food for food. There are no more portal slaves on the grassland, only the people under the rule of the Han prince."

"Donor, it's not right for you to think so. The Buddha said that people have to go through seven calamities in their lives before their souls can be cleansed and no longer be slaves in the next life.

If you are greedy for enjoyment now, the soul will be filthy after death, and you can only become a ghost in the vast grassland, and you cannot be reincarnated. Even if you are reincarnated, you will only be a portal slave."

"There are no portal slaves on the grassland, how can reincarnation be a portal slave?"

Hearing this, the lama laughed.

The lama said, "You are so naïve. How could the Mongol Noyan and Taiji sit idly by and watch their gateway slaves rise up, they will unite to overthrow the rule of the Han prince and restore the grassland to its former tranquility."

Then he saw the anger on his master's face.

A kind of anger from the heart made the lama feel a chill.

Back in the past, they were forced to pay many, many taxes, so that the whole family could not afford to eat mutton, and had to rely on hunting to survive.

was even forced to exchange his wife for food to feed a family.

If you could, who the fuck would want to live in a prairie hat every day.

"If that's the case, I will definitely support the Han prince." The master patted his armor, "If I can let my sons live their lives now, I can be a pig and a dog in the next life."

Only then did the lama notice the cowhide armor in the felt tent, on which were strung with two finger-wide pieces of iron.

It's just that the color is different, and some are rusty.

But in any case, it is not easy to have a set of armor in Mongolia.

can have it, at least it shows that this family has made military merits.

The lama was a little frustrated, and it seemed that the owner of the felt tent was not easy to convince.

"Donor, killing won't solve the problem."

The lama decided to take a different approach, "Only by respecting and indoctrination is the way to achieve long-term peace and stability." For example, one of your sons stays behind to inherit your family business. The other sons went to the temple to become monks and serve the Buddha."

"Why don't you send one to the temple to serve the Buddha?" The master was puzzled, "I've heard of Fan

It's a decent temple, and there used to be a large number of monks, but they didn't study Buddhism, but herded sheep and horses for the temple."

"Uh...... This is a rare case." The lama tried to argue.

"That's not right. There used to be monks in Dazhao Monastery herding sheep, and the Buddhist scriptures they studied were not as good as mine, a person who did not specialize in practicing Buddhism."

There was a twinkle in the owner's eyes.

The lama became vigilant for a moment, and it was no wonder that when he answered the question before, the owner of the felt tent had a lot of personal understanding of the Dharma.

He thought it was because the master had a good Buddha nature, but he didn't expect it......

Outside the felt tent, I remembered the sound of horses' hooves stepping on the snow, and when I listened carefully, there were many people coming.

As soon as the lama wanted to get up, the master of the felt tent was already holding a knife at him: "Don't move, you lama who doesn't practice virtue."

"It's really the opposite, you dare to aim your sword at a believer who serves the Buddha, aren't you afraid of going to hell?" The lama was furious.

But the master smiled and said, "You are a person who pretends to be the lama of Dazhao Temple, and you are worthy of saying such things!"

The identity was completely exposed, and the lama just wanted to fight to the death, when he saw the curtain of the felt tent being opened from the outside, and several tall soldiers walked in, and only then did he relax his tight fists.

The soldier approached and punched the lama in the abdomen, then pushed the lama to the ground and put him in handcuffs and shackles.

Two soldiers, one on the left and one on the right, controlled him.

An unusually burly man walked in from the outside.

"Duo Yanji, thank you for your hard work." The man only glanced at the lama, and then said to the owner of the felt tent, "You have a meritorious role in catching the traitor, and when this case is closed, you will be ranked first in terms of meritorious deeds."

"General Xie Shi, please greet His Highness." Duo Yanji happily gave a salute.

Only then did the lama realize that the owner of the felt tent was using a "delaying tactic" to delay the arrival of his pursuers.

General Shi took out an arrest warrant written in Chinese, Mongolian, and Tibetan from his bosom, and said to the lama:

"Dorjee Lama Zhangtu, you're arrested!"

The lama hung his head unwillingly.

Then the woman brought in the mutton and put it on the fire and continued to simmer.

Duo Yanji said to the general surnamed Shi, "The general came just in time, and the mutton stewed by my family for the general is just cooked."

"Thank you for your hospitality." General Shi winked at a soldier at the door.

The soldier went to his horse, took a sack of grain, and carried it on his shoulder, and gave it to the woman.

The woman was overjoyed, and the distress of the pepper was blown away without a trace.

The lama was even more depressed, it turned out that the mutton was not prepared for him, but for those who pursued him in advance.

The owners of the felt tents were also rewarded handsomely.

Not only food, but Duo Yanji's family also had a hearty lunch with the soldiers.

Pork, sauerkraut, fish in strange tin boxes......

After the meal, apples and winter dates were also distributed.

Before leaving, the fruits were left to Duo Yanji's children.

Waving goodbye to Duo Yanji's family, the soldiers threw the lama on horseback and set off for the sunset.

They walked east for a whole afternoon, stayed on the left flank of Korqin for the night, and then turned south.

Received excellent hospitality along the way.

The lama regretted it and stayed in Western Mongolia for a long time, causing him to misjudge the herders of Eastern Mongolia.

He should have realized long ago that Eastern Mongolia was different under Yang Chengying's long reign and the direct threat of force.

In the past, it would have been nice for ordinary herders to have a jacket.

Duo Yanji actually has cattle and sheep and armor, how can he be willing to go back to the past.