Chapter 12: The Feast of the Hung Gate
Renci's idea is still a little too naΓ―ve, Bala Toast is not subdued, he has other plans, set up a Hongmen banquet, Ou Xuzi knows it, but he is just a snake and a snake, see what he wants to do next.
The Mongols are brave and good at war, this people on horseback have always been warm and bold, and the Mongols worship the wolf totem, just like the Han people worship the dragon. But wolves are cunning and greedy creatures, good at seizing any opportunity to attack instantaneously, and are ruthless and murderous. The Mongols slaughtered the Han people, frantically plundered property, and passed through thousands of miles of red land, Ou Xuzi deeply experienced.
He only has hatred and no friendship with the Yuan army, but for the sake of more than 30 villagers, he must endure, and the ninja is the best.
Bala Toast came late, surrounded by four beautiful Han maids, and said pretentiously when he entered the door: "Mr. Ou is sorry, he is busy with official business, forgive me, forgive me." β
A row of Mongolian girls who had been standing on the side for a long time saw the owner coming, and hurriedly served fresh milk. Bala Toast raised the silver bowl and presented white fresh milk to the two guests, indicating that he would welcome the guests with the most holy and auspicious food on the grassland, the highest etiquette of the Mongolian people.
Renji and Ou Xuzi ground the fresh milk in turn, dipped a little milk with the ring finger of their right hand, solemnly flicked it to the sky once, flicked it to the ground once, and finally tasted a little by themselves, in order to show their respect for the heavens, the earth, the gods and the master.
Immediately afterwards, Bala Tusi sang the traditional Mongolian greeting of the whole sheep in a clear and clear tone: "Honorable guest, please allow me to dedicate the fat whole sheep, its broad back is like the vast universe." Its fat limbs are like the four continents. Its high head is like the head of Sembul......"
Ou Xuzi listened silently, and this sinister and cunning toast only showed a little innocent and cute expression when he sang the greetings.
After the congratulatory speech, the steward of China turned the wooden tray so that the head of the sheep was facing the master. Bala Toast took out a delicate Mongolian knife from his body, cut a little around the whole sheep and put it in a small cup, and splashed it to the sky, which means that the holy food is first offered to the heavens and the earth. Then the whole mutton is skillfully unloaded into more than 50 pieces, which are not too big or small, and then the sheep's head is put on it. Finally, he clapped his hands and said: "Mr. Ou is Han, let's not come so much, come and come, drink wine and eat meat." β
According to the Mongolian tradition, after three glasses of wine, the atmosphere began to liven up, Bala Toast pointed to the roast sheep that had been scattered and said to Ou Xuzi: "Roasted whole sheep is a whole sheep banquet inherited from the court swallow in the Yuan Dynasty, which was invented by our Mongolians, with good color, fragrance, taste and shape, and it is the best dish of Mongolian meat that pays the most attention to cooking skills." β
Ou Xuzi also replied with a smile: "In the past, the Mongolians dug the ground to burn the meat, and slowly developed into the current roasted whole sheep, which has a high taste and really lives up to its reputation." β
How clever Bala Tusi is, he can't hear Ou Xuzi's hidden irony, when the Han people have already cooked exquisite food, you Mongolians are still drinking blood in Rumao, what is there to show off. There was a fierce glint in his eyes, and his face was random and full of smiles. With a look, the Han girls on the side came up to sing and dance, and the Mongolian girls sang wine songs with wine glasses in their hands, and toasted to Ou Xuzi and them, it seemed that they had to get drunk.
The taste of the Hongmen feast came out.
Although the milk wine is not easy to get on after drinking, it does not hurt the stomach, and it is known as "drinking does not hurt the body", but it does not mean that you are not drunk. Ou Xuzi is massive, and the liquor in Jiangnan can't get him drunk, and this bit of wine is nothing to him. I haven't eaten this kind of food for a long time, he gulped down the mutton and milk skin cheese, his stomach gradually became full, and he felt full of energy, looking at Bala Toast's sinister smile, Ou Xuzi knew that it was time to act, so he shook and fought and said: "Lord Toast, I, Ou Xuzi, on behalf of the villagers, toast you with a bowl of wine, thank you for letting us take root in the grassland again, and we don't have to continue to wander away." β
Bala Tusi replied with false affection: "This is won by Mr. Ou himself with courage, and the Mongols admire the hero and make every promise." β
"Yes, yes, our master is kind-hearted, and he is also a great hero on our grassland. "China and Bu Rigude desperately complimented, and Bala Toast was triumphant.
The wine was drunk until the sunset, and Ou Xuzi said, "Lord Toast, we should go back, the villagers are still waiting for our news." β
Bala Toast smiled and said: "Not busy, not busy, today we hit it off, don't go, you see that Brother Renci is drunk, there are empty rooms in Tusi Mansion, rest for a night, and it's not too late to leave tomorrow." β