Zhu Shencone had never dealt with the Mongols, so it was natural not to understand this.

However, Ma Shizhou had lived in Mongolia for several years and knew a lot about the temperament of the Mongols.

He told Zhu Shencone that the Mongols look honest, simple, warm and hospitable, but their way of thinking is completely different from that of the Han people, the Mongols worship the force of the jungle, and fear the ethereal immortality, and the rules of the Han people are very different from the rules of the grassland, and many times they must not be understood with the usual thinking.

Ma Shizhou experienced an incident when he was in Mongolia, when a small caravan came to his tribe to trade. At first, the trade went smoothly and the two sides got along well, but because the tribe was not large, it was too large to trade with the caravan and could not get all the goods they needed from the caravan.

When the transaction was completed, the leader of the tribe gave the guests a warm welcome, and even slaughtered cattle and sheep and invited the guests to drink wine and eat meat as a token of gratitude. After drinking wine and eating meat, the chief warmly invited the guests to stay and made special arrangements for the best yurts for the guests to stay.

The other party happily agreed, and on the night of the stay, the leader of the tribe was very considerate to give his most beautiful little daughter to the guest to warm the bed, so that she could accompany the guest through an unforgettable and ecstatic night.

Everything seemed to be so harmonious, but no one expected that after the chief's youngest daughter left the yurt the next morning, the Mongolian leader, who was still pleasant a moment ago, changed his face in an instant, led someone to break into the yurt directly with a knife, and simply cut off the head of the distinguished guest.

According to Mongolian rules, I really want what you brought, but I don't have the money to buy it, so what should I do? I will treat you with the highest courtesy, and then give you the best and most noble thing (daughter) to enjoy, since you have accepted this noble "gift", then the two parties have reached a deal, and when you are done, your things, including your life, will be all mine.

Such a thought is very "unpretentious", and everything makes sense to do such a thing.

Their way of thinking is really incomprehensible to the Han people, but it is very normal in the minds of the Mongols. Especially in the face of some small caravans, there are hidden dangers hidden under enthusiasm, as long as you make a wrong step, then the consequences are very serious.

"So, it's so risky to come across such a small tribe trade?" Zhu Shencone asked in surprise.

"Where is there no risk when you get to the grassland?" Ma Shizhou smiled bitterly: "The grassland merchants are all risky trades, but you don't have to worry too much, even if such a thing happens, it is not absolute, the Mongolians still have rules at all, at least they will never do anything that violates the immortal heaven, as long as you don't accept their kindness and don't let them take advantage of it, the general transaction is still very safe, otherwise there won't be so many people coming to the grassland to do business." ”

Thinking about Ma Shizhou's words, Zhu Shencone gave him a salute and was taught.

Ma Shizhou waved his hand and said that this was what he should do, since Zhu Shencone invited him and gave him a good reward, and there was also Wang Rong's relationship, he would naturally consider Zhu Shencone, and it was natural to remind him if necessary.

Zhu Shencone summoned everyone over and solemnly told them Ma Shizhou's reminder.

After hearing this, everyone was stunned for a while, and they looked at each other and couldn't understand it. But at Zhu Shencone's request, everyone still nodded and promised that everything would be subject to Zhu Shencone's arrangement, after all, no one wanted to throw their lives on the grassland in a daze because of greed for a momentary pleasure.

They took turns to camp at night, and spent the night safely.

The sun rose early the next morning, and Zhu Shencheng and his party continued to set off, heading northwest.

It seems that what Ma Shizhou said yesterday is not bad at all, and they did meet a small tribe on the way to go, and it can be seen from the number of cattle and sheep that there are not many people in this tribe.

Zhu Shentong and the herdsmen found them at the same time, and the herdsmen who were grazing also discovered them. The sound of horses' hooves sounded, and two of the Mongols on horseback galloped towards them, the two Mongols divided into left and right, and took a defensive posture in half an arc, and the sword and bow were already in their hands while galloping, looking vigilant and abnormal.

When they got closer, when they saw Zhu Shencone and their party and the carriage, they were first slightly stunned, and then they saw the merchant flag planted in the carriage, and the two Mongols were instantly hostile and slowed down their horses, and one of them put his hand in his mouth and whistled, turned his horse's head, and slowly walked to the front.

One of the two Mongols was a middle-aged man with a dark face, and the other was a childish teenager, and it was vaguely clear from their faces that they were father and son.

The middle-aged man said a word to the young man, Zhu Shencone didn't understand, but when he saw the young man stop a few dozen meters away, the meaning of this sentence was probably to let him wait over there.

The middle-aged man rode to him alone, and when he opened his mouth, he muttered a call, and Ma Shizhou also muttered back after hearing it. The middle-aged man was overjoyed when he heard this, jumped off the horse and greeted Zhu Shencone very warmly, and stretched out his hand to point in one direction.

Zhu Shencone has been learning Mongolian with Ma Shizhou these days, and he can barely know a few basic Mongolian words, but the middle-aged Mongolian speaks fast and raps with an accent, and he can't understand what he is saying for a while. However, judging from the other party's posture and Ma Shizhou's answer just now, the middle-aged man just now seemed to be asking if they were merchants and whether they had brought goods.

Ma Shizhou replied yes, telling him that these people were merchants going to Fengzhou Beach, and the middle-aged man was very happy when he heard this, saying that their camp was not far away, and invited Zhu Shencheng and his party to go to the camp to rest, and hoped to trade with them.

Ma Shizhou told Zhu Shencone about this in a low voice, and Zhu Shencone had already prepared for this, so he immediately nodded and replied to the middle-aged man in Mongolian to agree.

The middle-aged man was even more overjoyed after hearing this, turned around and said a few words quickly to the young man, Ma Shizhou continued to translate for Zhu Shencone on the side, this young man is indeed the son of the middle-aged man, the middle-aged man told the young man to herd the cattle and sheep well, and he will take the guests to the camp now.

After finishing speaking, the middle-aged man got back on his horse, drove the horse and Zhu Shencone and them together, but the position was slightly ahead, guiding them towards the camp.

While walking and communicating, through Ma Shizhou's translation, Zhu Shencone learned that this middle-aged Mongolian man was called Hatulig, and this name means hard in Mongolian. And the teenager who was with him just now was Hatulig's son Tuzhigan.

His tribe is a small tribe of more than a dozen herdsmen, with a total population of just over 100 people, of whom two-thirds are old and weak.

The leader of the tribe was called Eris, the father of Hathurig.

The tribe's camp was not far from the place where they met, and Hatulig walked with Zhu Shencone and his party for more than half an hour, and faintly saw the shadow of the yurt in front of them.

As Hatulig said, their tribe is not large, and the yurts look like they are no more than twenty large, and there are also some cattle and sheep around the camp, and some busy people coming and going.

Their arrival immediately caught the attention of the camp, and before they could get close to the camp, someone rode over. When the arrivals approached, Hatulig drove his horse forward, and shouted a few words at the opposite side, and when he heard Haturig's voice, he was relieved, and then when he heard Haturig say that Zhu Shencone was a passing merchant, several of the people who came hurriedly turned their horses' heads and returned to the camp, and the others were all happy and happily greeted them.

After meeting and briefly greeting each other, these Mongols hugged Zhu Shencone and the others and continued towards the camp. When they arrived at the camp, many people had already come out of the camp, including old and young, and several children also ran out of the yurt happily, led by their mothers and elders, and looked at Zhu Shencone and them with surprised and curious eyes.

When he arrived at the place, Hatulig dismounted, walked quickly towards an old man in the lead, and whispered a few words to the old man, if there was no accident, this old man should be the one Hatulig mentioned before, that is, the leader of this small tribe, his father Eris.

"Welcome, friends of Daming from afar!" After listening to his son's words, Erisi had a smile on his face and strode towards Zhu Shentong and them.

Zhu Shencone took Ma Shizhou to greet him, originally thought that he still needed Ma Shizhou's translation, but he didn't expect that Erisi's Chinese was actually good, although he had a somewhat awkward accent, he could hear it clearly.

"Well, Honorable Elder, it is a great pleasure to meet you, and thank you for such a warm hospitality." According to Mongolian etiquette, Zhu Shencone put his right hand on his chest, and bowed slightly to the other party.

After all, the title of the leader of the Mongolian tribe is cumbersome, and it stands to reason that the leader of the tribe can be called Taiji, but the tribe where Erisi is located is too small, and the title of Taiji is at least a tribe of thousands of people. So Zhu Shencone changed his mind and called the other party "Elder", which made Erisi very happy, and a smile bloomed on his face in an instant.