At the beginning of the civil castle, the Ming God of War was a little panicked

Chapter 451 Good brother, a quilt
Zhu Qizhen's mind is not on these cattle, sheep and horses, but after chatting for a long time, he can't justify not buying something.

So he pretended to come to the cowshed and asked, "What's the price of your cow?"

Artulu didn't answer directly, but asked instead: "Master Huang is going to settle the bill with cash, or barter?"

Zhu Qizhen was a little taken aback, he wasn't prepared before coming here, can he still barter?

Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough, and immediately replied: "It's all right, depending on the price."

Arturu didn't think so much, and said, "If the bill is paid in silver, a cow is 50 taels; if it's barter, a cow is worth ten stones of rice and two pieces of silk!"

Zhu Qizhen asked again: "If it is an exchange, can we only use rice and silk?"

"You can also use raw silk, tea, salt, pig iron... However, I can only count rice and silk. If you use other things, you need to register with the exchange."

"Exchange?"

"That's right, the exchange specially set up by the imperial court is in Orkhon City. Is this the first time Master Huang has come here to do business?"

"I made you laugh, it's really the first time, I don't understand anything, haha..."

Seeing this, Zhu Qizhen knew that he couldn't pretend anymore, so he could only smile awkwardly.

But Arturu was very disapproving, and said: "You don't need to be modest, Mr. Huang. It's the first time for anyone who comes here to do business. How about this? It's almost noon, come to my house and I'll treat you to dinner. Eat and chat."

Zhu Qizhen smiled and said, "Isn't it appropriate?"

Artulu waved his hand and said, "A friend comes from afar...they are all guests, everyone is friends, you are welcome!"

Yuan Bin tugged Zhu Qizhen's sleeve quietly, meaning he couldn't go.

Good guy, you ran to someone's house to eat without talking a few words?
It's fine if you're really a merchant, but you're the emperor, do you know the details of this man?

If there is a problem with this meal, I, the Commander of Jinyiwei, will come to an end...

Zhu Qizhen glanced back at Yuan Bin, and said, "He's a treat, so let's do whatever we want."

Yuan Bin looked terrified, and was about to dissuade him, but saw Zhu Qizhen winking at him, and shook his head slightly.

From the looks of it, this meal must be eaten.

Zhu Qizhen had his own plan in mind, this time he left Beijing secretly, no one knew about it.

The time agreed by Qi Qike was three days later, and she was still making preparations in Orkhon City.

Even if someone wanted to assassinate him, he had to know in advance what his itinerary was. In the current situation, even he himself didn't know where he was going next.

If you enter Orkhon City, you should be extremely careful and treat it with caution.

Now looking at the simple and honest Mongolian man in front of him, for some reason, he was completely unguarded.

Atulu led the way and said, "It's just messy, if you don't mind..."

"No, no, no!"

Zhu Qizhen put his hands behind his back and said, "It's our first time here, so naturally we also want to make some friends."

When Artulu heard this, the smile on his face became wider, and he said: "Our tents are not as strong as your Han people's houses, but they are comfortable to live in. Next time you come to Mobei, come directly to me!"

The curtain of the tent was raised, and there was a woman and two and a half children inside.

Artulu said something in Mongolian, and the two children trotted out. The woman turned around and brought a tray with an iron pot and several teacups on it.

Immediately afterwards, she also murmured something, Arturu nodded, and then said to Zhu Qizhen: "Today we will eat roasted whole lamb at noon!"

On the contrary, Zhu Qizhen felt a little embarrassed, he came here for business, and he didn't buy anything now, so he arranged for a meal of roasted whole lamb first, it seems that Mongolian friends are very arrogant...

Arturu sat cross-legged directly on the ground, picked up the iron pot, and poured out milky white juice.

"Master Huang, try our kumiss first!"

Zhu Qizhen was also polite, and sat cross-legged according to his appearance.

"Brother Atulu, don't call me Master Huang, it's too natural."

"What's that called?"

"Brothers, everyone in the world is brothers, come, have a drink!"

Zhu Qizhen picked up the wine bowl and drank it in one gulp.

Seeing the other party being so straightforward, Arturu was even more sincerely happy, and said, "Good brother, do it!"

Yuan Bin stood aside, his face full of bitterness.

You drink it when it is brought to you, you are so courageous!

Forgot that bowl of fish soup?

When Atulu looked up, he saw Yuan Bin's dark face, and thought it was because he didn't toast to him.

"This brother, sit together and drink!"

Yuan Bin didn't know what to say, so he shook his head.

It's not that he doesn't want to drink, it's that he doesn't dare.

This place is unfamiliar, who knows what kind of changes will happen?
Zhu Qizhen was clear in his heart, so he said: "He can't drink, he...gout, do you understand, it hurts all over when drinking!"

Yuan Bin forced a smile, nodded, and thought to himself, if you say gout, gout...

Atulu nodded half-understanding, and said, "Then wait for the meat, and it won't hurt if you eat more meat!"

Zhu Qizhen picked up the wine bowl, drank it down again, then smacked his mouth, saying: "It tastes good, but it's too weak."

Artulu chuckled, and said, "It's too strong wine, I'm afraid you won't be used to it."

The two of you have a bowl and I have a bowl. After a while, the pot of kumiss has bottomed out.

Artulu couldn't help re-examining the person in front of him, he looked a bit refined, but he was surprisingly good at drinking.

Moreover, the style of acting is very free and easy, but not like a merchant doing business.

"Good brother, you wait!"

After speaking, Arturu got up and walked out of the tent.

Yuan Bin suddenly became nervous, came to the door of the tent, opened a gap, and looked out quietly.

I saw Atulu coming out of the small tent next to him, holding a jar in his arms, which seemed to be wine.

Yuan Bin returned to Zhu Qizhen's side calmly, and Atulu's rough voice came from the door: "My friend has some good wine, but I have kept this altar of wine for a year and I am not willing to drink it!"

Zhu Qizhen asked, "What kind of wine is this?"

"This is good wine!"

Atulu slapped Kaifengni with his palm, and the whole tent was immediately filled with a strong aroma of wine.

Zhu Qizhen sniffed and said, "Xinghua Village!"

"Brother Huang, you are so knowledgeable, it's Xinghua Village!"

Arturu was very excited. He filled two wine bowls and said, "Last year a wine merchant from Shanxi came here to do business, and I paid a lot of money to buy it!"

Zhu Qizhen picked up the wine bowl, put it under his nose and smelled it, and said: "It's not bad, the old Xinghua Village."

There are all kinds of good wine in the palace, and Xinghua Village is also the most mellow. In comparison, the quality of this jar of wine is still a bit poor, and the age does not seem to be very old.

However, in this kind of place, it is already very rare.

But I don't know how much Atulu spent to buy it, but today he is willing to share it with himself.

"Come on, try it!"

Arturu picked up the wine bowl very enthusiastically.

Zhu Qizhen also picked it up, took a sip, and sighed: "The mouth is soft, the mouth is sweet, and there is a lingering fragrance, like a fair lady, with light makeup, good wine, good wine!"

Already blushing on Arturu's face, he asked, "Brother Huang misses girls? Shall I introduce you to some girls on the grassland?"

"No...that's not what it means!"

Zhu Qizhen didn't know how to explain it for a while, it was just a metaphor...

But Artulu smiled meaningfully, and said, "Men, when you're away from home, you understand, you understand everything!"

Zhu Qizhen didn't know what to do, and was a little embarrassed.

A scent came out, and Atulu's wife was holding a big tray with a whole sheep on it!
Yuan Bin hurried over to help and brought over the roasted whole lamb, and the aroma became even stronger.

Artulu picked up the knife, cut a large piece of meat from the leg of lamb, and put it on the food plate in front of Zhu Qizhen.

"Try our roast lamb!"

During the process of holding the knife, Yuan Bin stared closely at him the whole time, seeing that he was not acting abnormally, he was a little relieved.

Zhu Qizhen picked up the leg of lamb, and it was still steaming, so he blew on it and put it in his mouth.

Immediately, the aroma overflowed in the mouth, and oil flowed down the sides of the mouth. The feeling was indescribable.

Arturu cut another large piece and put it on the tray in front of Yuan Bin.

"Come on, you eat too!"

Yuan Bin's face was tangled, not knowing what to do.

Zhu Qizhen smiled at him and said, "Try it quickly, it's much more delicious than the mutton in the capital!"

Yuan Bin was helpless, thinking what to do with love, I don't care.

If something goes wrong, I will die with you at the worst. How can I bear such delicious meat...

After making up his mind, he picked up the mutton in the tray and chewed it.

Seeing this, Arturu was even more happy. Wouldn't it be great to eat meat and drink in a big bowl!

Zhu Qizhen ate several pieces of mutton in a row, and the wine was almost drunk. He suddenly said: "I heard that many people have great opinions on the current emperor. Everyone misses the old days. How beautiful is it?"

"Are you the Grand Master first? Haha..."

Artulu blushed, with a bit of drunkenness, and said with a smile: "It's a fart first!"

Zhu Qizhen was stunned for a moment, how could it be like this?
Artulu continued: "Brother, you Han people don't understand, our days before were very hard!"

The Mongols are a nation on horseback, and they only admire the strong.

Zhu Qizhen swept across the desert, killed Yexian with his own hands, and completely wiped out Wala.

Since then, the Wala people have discovered that the grassland is not theirs, and the world is not something they can touch.

I thought that I could only be a slave of the Han people from now on, but I didn't expect that it was not the case.

The emperor issued an imperial decree, and countless Wala people were settled down. The imperial court assigned them tasks, such as mining, or working, or reclaiming wasteland... If you are unwilling, then continue to herd.

It's just that the current pastures are demarcated, and you can't roll up your tent and go wherever you want like before.

Then, they were surprised to find that as long as they were willing to work hard, they could get money.

With silver, you can buy food, salt, cotton cloth, and even pig iron!

In the past, pig iron was a contraband, and private circulation was strictly prohibited. If anyone was found to have sold pig iron to the Mongols, it would be trivial to kill them directly.
If the Mongols want to get pig iron, there is only one way, to grab it!

There is also a price for looting. Sometimes, it is normal to lose your life for an iron pot.

On the grassland, a life is far less valuable than an iron pot.

But now, as long as you have silver, you can buy pig iron casually.

It is not difficult to get money, as long as you are willing to work hard, you can earn money.

In the past, this kind of life was unimaginable to them.

"Don't talk about this, drink!"

Arturu picked up the wine bowl and drank it in one gulp.

Zhu Qizhen also took a sip and said, "But you are Mongolians after all."

Atulu was happy: "Mongols, Han people, what's the difference? In front of Changshengtian, they will all be born, old, sick, and die. They are all human..."

Zhu Qizhen asked deliberately: "Do you really not miss the old days?"

Arturu waved his hands with drunken eyes, and said, "When the Oirats were at their best, the Tatars were overwhelmed. You know, they call themselves golden blood, so what?"

The golden blood is the descendants of Genghis Khan, also known as the golden family, and has always been regarded as the orthodox on the grassland.

During the Northern Yuan Dynasty, the Tatar tribe claimed to be orthodox because their leader was of golden blood.

No matter how big and powerful the Wala people were, they could not get orthodox status. In the Yexian period, at most they were just grand masters.

"Brother, did you say that you should be the master first? But, my grandfather, my father, and I also went to fight first, and countless people around us died in battle. What did they get in return?"

Speaking of this, he actually looked sad and angry, his chest heaved and he was full of anger.

"When Ye Xian was there, he said that he wanted to restore the glory of Dayuan. The warriors of the tribe were willing to fight for him. Let's say that there are more than 2000 people in our tribe, and only less than [-] died in the end!"

"Even if we snatched things from you Han people, most of them belonged to Yexian, as well as his sons, and those nobles of the Yuan Dynasty. We worked hard and bleed, but in the end it was not enough for a few cows Sheep, a few bolts of cloth, and a meager ration.”

"The emperor of your Han people... no, it should be said now, it is our emperor!"

Zhu Qizhen smiled and said, "Yes, our emperor!"

Atulu grinned and continued, "What's the name of the emperor? Oh, yes, the orthodox emperor, you know, he is amazing because he didn't treat us as slaves."

"We are the people of Ming Dynasty now, and we no longer need to serve the nobles of the past, and we don't need to rely on them to survive. We have strength, can dig mines, work, farm, and herd..."

"As long as you are willing to work hard, you can earn money and support a large family. Isn't such a life good? Why do you still miss the past?"

That night, Atulu was very drunk.

He talked a lot, venting the dissatisfaction accumulated in his heart for many years.

For the lowest level people like him, it doesn't matter whether the ruler is Oala or Daming.

When Ye Xian was there, their life was still very hard.

After returning to Ming Dynasty, there was a significant improvement.

For ordinary people, it is enough to eat enough and dress warmly.

That night, Zhu Qizhen couldn't fall asleep for a long time, because beside him, Atulu was snoring so loudly that he almost wanted to lift up the yurt.

I don't know how his wife and children endured it...

(End of this chapter)