Talking about this troop dispatch, Břiggood was not worried, in his opinion, this war was doomed, maybe the next time he saw him, he would no longer be a centurion but a thousand.

Looking at Burigude's radiant appearance, Zhu Shencone couldn't hit him, so he could only say a few words to him to be careful, after all, there are no eyes on the battlefield, and no matter how brave the general is, it will inevitably be damaged, and he doesn't want a Mongolian general he finally met to fold on the battlefield like this.

As long as Burigud can come back alive, what does it matter if the war is won or lost? Bu Rigude is here, and when he comes to the grassland in the future, Zhu Shencone can be regarded as having a reliable trade route, which is the most important thing for him.

The specific transaction is handled by the following people, which Zhu Shencone and Bu Rigude are not worried about. This transaction is also a win-win situation, through the transaction of Buri Gude from Zhu Shencone took a lot of advantage, and Zhu Shencone actually did not suffer a loss, it is nothing more than the difference between earning more and earning less, so as to get a relationship with Buri Gude, it is far more worthwhile for Zhu Shencone than selling these goods.

In the interval between chatting, the outside deal was over, and when the people of Burrigud and Ma Shizhou returned to the yurt again and reported the completion of the deal, Burigud was in a more comfortable mood.

He was in a good mood and greeted Zhu Shencone warmly, saying that he invited Zhu Shencone and them to eat roast whole sheep tonight, firstly, to congratulate the completion of the transaction, and secondly, to thank Zhu Shencong, hoping that every time he came to the grassland in the future, he would find himself first.

That night, in the camp of Burigud, the enthusiastic Burigud not only invited Zhu Shencone, but also found two centurions who were friends with the tribe to accompany him.

Several people drank wine and ate roasted whole sheep, plus Zhu Shencone specially prepared some other delicacies for them, and this dinner was extremely enjoyable.

When the interest came, the wine inevitably drank too much, and the half-drunk Buzhigude also danced in person, one centurion hummed a Mongolian long tune, and the other happily beat the rhythm, and even Zhu Shencone was pulled off the field by Buzhigude, and danced and danced like Buzhigude.

Looking at Zhu Shencone's somewhat awkward dancing, everyone laughed happily, and the atmosphere was warm to the peak.

Men and men, even one Ming and three Mongols, the best way to get closer to each other is nothing more than that. After this big meal, everyone who was drunk became good friends, and the other two centurions were full of praise for the stuffy rice and other delicacies specially prepared by Zhu Shencone today.

In front of Buri Gude, they patted their chests and assured Zhu Shencone that even if Zhu Shencone came to his tribe in the future, Bu Rigude could go to them if he was not there, and as friends, they would definitely treat them well.

Zhu Shencone's amount of wine is very good, but compared with these Mongolians, it is still a little worse, today's mare's milk wine is really a little too much, after the banquet, Zhu Shencone staggered goodbye to Burigud and others and reluctantly returned to his yurt, when he arrived at the place, he got into it, and lay down on the thick blanket with his feet, and subconsciously reached out to grab the water bladder placed on the side.

Grabbed the water bladder, opened the lid and looked up to drink, but I didn't think that there was no water in two sips.

Shaking the empty water bladder vigorously, Zhu Shencone got up to look for water, but he felt that his head was dizzy and he couldn't get up, so he shouted outside the yurt.

The shout fell, and in a moment a thin shadow came in from outside, and when it came in, it knelt and lay motionless.

The lights in the yurt were dim, and Zhu Shencone didn't see clearly who was coming for a while, and he said to bring water again with a dry mouth, but the other party didn't move at all.

Shaking his head, Zhu Shen tried to look hard, and only then did he see clearly that the person kneeling there was not his person, but the youngest of the three slaves that Burigud gave him.

Compared with yesterday, after Ma Shizhou washed them, the smell on this slave's body was much lighter, and the dirty clothes were also changed, and they looked cleaner than before.

"Water! I want to drink water! Because he drank too much wine, Zhu Shencheng's attention was a little distracted, and he didn't bother to ask why he came in, so he changed his words and said something in Mongolian.

The little slave quickly answered, and walked backwards out of the yurt, and returned a moment later with an extra water bladder in his hand.

"Master, you ...... to drink water." Kneeling on his knees, the little slave came to Zhu Shencone, holding the water bladder with both hands and handing it to Zhu Shencone, but Zhu Shencone was now a little stronger, and when he stretched out his hand in a trance, he didn't catch the water bladder, and the whole person shook.

The little slave was taken aback, he hurriedly helped Zhu Shencone, and after hesitating, he opened the wooden plug of the water bladder and carefully sent the water bladder to Zhu Shencone's mouth.

In a daze, Zhu Shencone felt this, he didn't care about anything, he opened his mouth and drank it under the service of the little slave, and after drinking several sips of water, he felt much more comfortable, after stopping, Zhu Shencone let out a long breath, closed his eyes and closed his clothes and lay down, and then he snored not long after.

Seeing Zhu Shencone sleeping like this, the little slave knelt aside and didn't leave. He stuffed the water bladder and held it in his arms, and then stayed in the yurt, quietly waiting for Zhu Shenchong.

This night, Zhu Shencong, who rarely dreams, had a messy dream, in which he seemed to be wandering in a desert, this desert is so large that there is no end in sight, and the people in the sky are tired and thirsty. He stumbled and walked in the desert for a long time, but did not find a way out, Zhu Shencone was really thirsty in a hurry, at this time, the nectar from the sky made Zhu Shencone drink a full drink, and continued to rush after drinking, and when he was thirsty, the nectar came to his mouth just right, making him ......happy.

This strange dream lasted all night, until Zhu Shencone woke up the next day, and found himself lying in a yurt.

Shaking his head, which was still a little swollen and aching because of excessive drinking last night, Zhu Shencone opened his eyes, and at first glance he saw the little slave kneeling not far from him.

For a while, Zhu Shencone was a little stunned, he couldn't remember how this little slave could be in his yurt? But when his eyes fell on the water bladder in the little slave's arms, Zhu Shencone remembered what he had experienced in his dream, and then tried hard to recall, only then did he vaguely remember that he seemed to have drunk too much and came back, as if he was calling the little slave to bring water for himself.

No wonder it will be so strange in the dream, and there will be a sweet surrender when your mouth is dry. It was the little slave who waited by his side all night, and fed himself water when he saw that he was crying out for water in his dream.

Shaking his head with a wry smile, Zhu Shencone couldn't help but laugh at himself a little, and at the same time subconsciously looked at the little slave.

He hadn't looked closely at the three slaves that Burigud had given him before, and they were so dirty that he couldn't see their faces at all.

Now, because of the washing, and now that they have changed into clean clothes, they can see the appearance of the other party.

The little slave was at most eleven or twelve years old, with a standard Mongolian face, slender eyes, a large face, high cheekbones, and a collapsed nose.

Maybe it's because the slave can't eat enough for a long time, he looks very thin, and after waiting by Zhu Shencone's side all night, this little slave is already tired, holding the water bladder and shaking his thin body slightly, and his head is dozing off little by little like a chicken pecking rice.

Zhu Shencone stretched his waist, who thought that as soon as he moved, the little slave suddenly woke up.

When he saw that Zhu Shencone had woken up and was still looking at him, a trace of panic flashed on the little slave's face, and he hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed vigorously to Zhu Shencone, and muttered words in Mongolian asking for forgiveness from his master.

"Alright, stop kowtowing, get up." Although Zhu Shencone is a clan, his family has long been dilapidated, and he has never used any servants in his family since he was a child, let alone been served like this.

Although he knew that in Mongolia, slaves were the lowest existence, and the value of a slave was probably not as good as that of a sheep.

Ma Shizhou once said to Zhu Shencone that after he was brought to Mongolia, he became such a slave, doing more than cattle and horses every day, but eating worse than animals, and the slave owner, that is, the so-called master, was slightly unsatisfactory and scolded or beaten, even if the slave was beaten to death by the master, it was commonplace.

No one cares about the life and death of a lowly slave, such a life is simply not something that people can live. It is precisely because of this that when the little slave found that Zhu Shencone had woken up, but he was actually asleep guarding his master, it was normal for him to make such a gesture in fright.

"Come here, help me get dressed!" Zhu Shencone said to the little slave, the little slave looked up in horror, and saw that Zhu Shencone didn't seem to want to punish him, so he was a little relieved, and hurriedly put down the water bladder and came to Zhu Shencone's side, and helped Zhu Shencone take off his robe with some clumsy hands and feet, and then helped him put on a clean robe.

Then, serving Zhu Shencone washed his face and rinsed his mouth, and after doing this, Zhu Shencone no longer looked like he was drunk yesterday and recovered his usual spirit.

"What's your name?" Zhu Shencone sat down and asked the little slave.

"Back to ...... Back to the master, the slave is called Dari. ”

"Dari?" Zhu Shencone was slightly stunned, because in Mongolian Dari means the sea, and in the same Ming Dynasty, Dalian is actually Dari, which also represents the meaning of the sea, but it is written as Dalian for the sake of different pronunciations.

"Yes, master......." Dari replied on his knees.

"What's your last name?" Zhu Shencone asked.

"Back to the master, the slave has no surname." Dari replied humbly.

"No surname? So who gave you that name? ”

"It's the little master who started by himself." To Zhu Shencon's surprise, Dari gave him such an answer, and Zhu Shencone asked him with great interest why he gave himself this name.

Dari told Zhu Shencone that because he had lived near Qi'er Haizi since he was a child with his previous master, he didn't know where he came from, and he hadn't seen his parents since he was a child.

Because of the beggar Haizi, Dari gave himself such a name, although the Mongolian people live in the grassland, but the heart yearns for the sea, usually also called the lake "Haizi", Dari is the same, he has heard people talk about the vastness of the sea, in his heart hope that one day he can see the real sea with his own eyes.

"Did well last night, say Dari, what reward do you want?" Zhu Shencone asked flatly, although it was not Zhu Shencone's intention that Dari served him all night, but anyway, Dari was there this night, and he did not suffer after being drunk.

If there is a mistake, it will be punished, and if there is merit, it will be rewarded, this has always been Zhu Shencone's character. Although Dari is just a slave, Zhu Shencheng's soul is a modern person, and he doesn't pay much attention to class, and the other party is a poor Mongolian child, so he asked.

Dari was stunned for a moment, his expression seemed to be in a trance, or he didn't understand the meaning of Zhu Shencone's words.

After all, in his heart, as a slave, no matter what he does for his master, he should do it, even if his own life is his master's. But now Zhu Shencheng's inquiry has exceeded Dari's normal thinking, and he doesn't know how to answer for a while.

Seeing that he was stunned, Zhu Shencone continued to ask, and Dari came back to his senses.

After hesitating for a moment, Dari kowtowed to Zhu Shencone again and again without saying a word, and even if he was in the yurt with a blanket, he could hear his kowtowing sound coming from bursts.

"Dari, I asked you what reward you wanted, you don't have to kowtow, just say what you want." Frowning, Zhu Shen said.

Dari stopped moving, still didn't dare to raise his head, he clenched his hands into fists and said to Zhu Shencone in a somewhat trembling voice: "Merciful master, the slave doesn't need any reward, the slave only hopes to be able to follow the master forever and serve the master's ...... well." ”