I'm dressed as the villain of the novel

Chapter 165 Meat wine natives, nobles and old soldiers
"Think about those clansmen outside, they can't even eat enough rice."

The old man spoke slowly again.

The strong man glanced outside subconsciously. The bonfire outside was still burning, but no one was singing anymore.

I don't know if he fell asleep, or he was drooling while looking at those Qin people's barbecue in the yard.

The strong man thought to himself: "Those worthless guys are probably drooling."

However, he finally picked up the spit-out piece of meat and stuffed it into his mouth according to the old man's request.

It's not that he approves of the old man's words, it's just that he doesn't dare to disobey the old man's authority.

The old man is not only his father, but also the leader of their natives.

He can sit in the post house and eat meat instead of under the eaves, and he can't even eat the rough wheat rice cooked in a crock pot, which is partly because of this.

Anyway, the natives in the mountains are not that particular.

Then he said sullenly: "Father, can we really get the prince of Qi to promise to give us salt and iron this time, instead of our clansmen fighting for them?"

The old man had put down the knife by this time, and wiped his hands and lips with a rough cloth.

Then he pinched some Sisicao from his purse and put it in his mouth.

Sisicao is what the natives call it. The old man doesn't know what the people outside the mountain call it, and he is not interested.

He is the wise man among the natives, knowing what is useful and what is not.

For example, Silk Grass is useful, it can keep his teeth strong and sharp until he dies, so that he can continue to eat meat.

And what is Sisicao called outside the mountain, it is useless, and he is not interested in useless things at all.

The old man chewed slowly, and also pinched a pinch of silk grass for the strong man and the girl.

Then he said unhurriedly: "Don't worry, the thing in our hands is very important to them Qin people.

His Royal Highness is a wise Qin people, they know how to choose. "

The strong man had also finished eating at this time, and without hesitation, he squeezed the shreds of grass that the old man gave him and stuffed it into his mouth, biting it loudly, and said: "Father, if the Qin people value that thing so much, it should be What kind of treasure is it?"

The old man glanced at him, then lowered his eyes and said: "That doesn't belong to the natives, keeping it forcibly will only bring disaster to the natives.

Salt and iron are the things that are useful to the natives, and the things that allow the natives to survive in the mountains are useful things. "

"hey-hey……"

The brawny man's thoughts were seen through, and he smiled embarrassingly, but he argued in his mouth: "I didn't say anything else, that is, since it is a treasure, it should be replaced with something more useful."

The old man sneered and ignored him.

While listening to the conversation between the two, the girl at the side frowned slightly at her handful of silk grass.

She doesn't like this kind of thing, because it makes women's teeth dark and dark.

All women in the mountains are like this, grandma [grandmother] is like this, mother-in-law is like this, even the young sister-in-law is like this.

She used to be able to chew, but after going out with grandpa and dad a few times, she didn't want to be like grandma and them at all.

Although this would make the women in the mountains laugh at her for having white teeth like a wolf cub, she didn't care.

Anyway, she didn't want to have a mouth full of pitch-black teeth, which would be ugly.

But she didn't want to disobey Grandpa, so she could only pretend that she didn't care, and then deliberately changed the subject: "Grandpa, why do the people of Qin still have to fight each other in the most prosperous town in the best land in the world?"

In fact, this question was something she couldn't figure out all the time.

The natives also fight among themselves, she can understand, because there are only so many prey in the mountains, and every bunker hopes to have more prey to feed more and stronger cubs.

She also understood that the natives were fighting with those hunters and medicine hunters because those hunters and medicine buyers wanted to rob their prey and medicinal materials.

But why the Qin people had to fight among themselves, she didn't understand. It is obvious that the Qin people still have to farm on such a piece of land. Even if they win, most of the Qin people will go to other places to farm. .

Moreover, the land of the Qin people is so fertile, and the cities of the Qin people are so rich, it is said that the Qin people have only one headman.

Why even fight?

Let's fight the war, why should we bring in the natives?

This obviously has nothing to do with us natives.

But the old man didn't answer her, maybe this question was too complicated for the wisest native sage.

But the strong man gave her a look, "What do little girls know, don't inquire about adults."

Then he pointed to the unfinished pot of white meat and said, "Go, take these out and share among the clansmen. That hyena is very good. He is a warrior. Give him more."

"Humph."

The girl pouted and snorted, then stretched out her hand and stuffed the pinch of silk grass into her mouth, then went out with the meat basin.

When he came to the door and saw that there was no one around, he spat out the bunch of silk grass into the grass with a bah.

Then he looked back quickly, then stuck out his tongue, with a bright smile on his face, and walked out with brisk steps.

……

"Good meat is really good meat, it tastes even better when it smells good!"

The old pawn took a bite of the meat, then drank the wine, and first praised, "The meat is good meat, and the wine has a unique flavor. It's ice-cold to match this roasted meat. My son is indeed a nobleman."

Then he shook his head again, and said with some regret: "It's a pity, I'm old, although this cold wine is good, I dare not drink too much!"

As he said that, he was about to put down the wine bowl.

Zhao Xin however laughed and said: "Old man's words are wrong, life is dissatisfied with a thousand years of worry, as long as a man is alive, he only needs to keep the golden cup from empty to the moon, why bother about old and young, what will happen tomorrow?"

The old pawn was taken aback when he heard the words, then he couldn't help laughing, nodded and said: "It makes sense, then give the old man another bowl."

Everyone couldn't help laughing when they heard the words, Xiaocui picked up the wine jar and was about to pour wine for the old soldier, Nan Luoying hurriedly stopped her and gave Xin Zhao a white look.

Then he picked up another wine jar and said, "Master, you should drink something warmer, your body is the most important thing."

As he spoke, he poured a bowl for the old pawn himself.

The old soldier laughed again, but he was neither modest nor restrained.

Although he knew that Zhao Xin and Nan Luoying must be noble people, but at his age, with some knowledge, he would naturally be open-minded.

What is cheap and expensive? I can't say that I have seen it through, but it is also clear.

I don't want that young man like Yicheng, seeing him like this is really worrying, for fear that he will offend the nobleman.

Fortunately, Xin Zhao and the others looked very friendly and casual, so he relaxed a little bit.

But seeing Nan Luoying actually pouring wine for the old pawn in person, still frightened the Yicheng. I don't know if it was because the barbecue was too hot, or because of the fright, the sweat on his forehead became profuse.

Seeing that the old pawn actually picked up the wine bowl and took another sip, he shook his head resentfully and said, "Sure enough, the taste is still a bit off."

Everyone couldn't help laughing again, they all thought this old soldier was interesting, even though he was just an old soldier, he also lived a bit of a wise man.

But Yi Cheng almost lost his old waist.

Seeing this, the postmen on both sides also grinned and followed silly, envious and surprised at the same time.

They have never seen a noble person who can drink and chat with an old soldier, talking and laughing freely.

I have never seen a lady who personally poured wine for an old soldier and cared about the old soldier's health.

They all secretly said in their hearts: "These nobles are really different from other nobles."

But no one dared to come forward to talk to Xin Zhao and others, or ask for a bowl of wine.

(End of this chapter)