Under the snow, a convoy of cars that could not see the tail was approaching Juyanhai in a mighty way. The herdsmen who were looking forward to the autumn greeted them like their brothers, and pulled the merchants of all sizes and big in the team to walk into the felt bag. The Mongolians were naturally generous, especially in the harvest year. Even travelers who had never met before would pull into their tents to have two drinks, not to mention that this time the old guests from the Guannei with silver were coming.

Lao Has and Lao Mintu supported each other and walked into the crowd. Today they drank a lot of wine, and their steps were a little staggering. A kind-hearted young man stepped forward to support him, but Lao Has pushed him heavily and hid away embarrassedly. At this time, the tribe was already as lively as a pot, and some impatient boys had driven out the cattle and sheep they were ready to sell out of the fence and gathered together, and they just waited for the elders and merchants in the tribe to negotiate the price and then started slaughtering. The women carried copper pots and wore flowers.

He shuttled through the crowd like a butterfly. Seeing that the bracelet's copper bowl was empty, he immediately walked up to pour a bowl of thick milk tea to dispel the coldness on his body. The happiest thing was that the children squashed in piles to the caravan's sales truck, exchanged the small copper coins he had won from playing "gacha" with his friends for one or two hundred firecrackers, and broke them apart one by one, holding the incense dedicated to the gods and couldn't wait to set them up in the snow. The sound of firecrackers and the pleasant smoke dotted the festive atmosphere.

"Gao Pai, what wind has blown you? Have you lived well for so many years?" Lao Mintu said, afraid that the younger generation would be too enthusiastic, and separated the crowd and squeezed into the fat man's mount.

Fatty Gao was greeting several acquaintances in the tribe. When he heard someone asking around him, he knew that it was the elder in the tribe who had come. He turned around and bared his teeth at the other party, "Northwest wind, what else can you have in the seaside in Yan for a year besides the northwest wind? Lao Mintu, you seem to live a strong life, you are worthy of being a man who grew up eating sheep whips."

"The old liar you killed this day is not dead. I'm not alive yet. Let's go into my bag. I have good wine to prepare." Lao Mintu smiled and replied to Gao Deyong, took a steaming tin pot from the tribal girl, poured a bowl of horse milk wine, and raised it high above her head.

The clan leader personally gave the dismount wine. Gao Deyong dared not drink it. He screamed and jumped off the horse's back. A big pit was smashed by the fat man on the snow, and the Turkic horse carrying Gao Deyong all the way was sniffed excitedly. He had to run aside to find grass under the snow. Obviously, along the way, the horse was also exhausted by Gao Fat Man's weight that was twice as much as an ordinary person.

"What's the matter? You ran to my house all the way. Shouldn't you be toasted with a bowl of wine?" Lao Min frowned angrily, and held the wine bowl in front of Fatty Gao.

"It's cold outside, can't we drink it in your bag? We will worship the immortal world that will protect our Mongolians from living forever, how about it?" Gao Deyong hugged Lao Mintu's shoulder and pressed down the other party's arm. The two of them took the initiative and raised the dismount wine into the air like good brothers who had not seen for many years.

The strong fragrance of wine drifted along the north wind, and the snow seemed to be intoxicated by the pure wine, spinning, turning from rapid to moderate. At this moment, the smell of meat came from every felt bag, and the joy came from every herdsman's home. The merchants walked behind the team arrived one after another, and according to the command of the old friend of the Liao and Menglian, they gathered their cars and horses in groups according to the types of goods carried on the car. Although the merchants came late this year, they far exceeded the scale of previous years. In a while, a car city appeared on the beach of Juyan, with people shouting and neighing, and it was unprecedentedly lively.

Strangely, why so many merchants came to my small temple this year. Lao Mintu patted Gao Deyong's thick back with his hand, and said alertly and punctually. "Fatty, I only respect my brothers, not outsiders."

Gao Deyong has been in the world all his life, so how could he not hear what Lao Min said, holding the other person's arm tightly, and laughed loudly: "Look at what you said, don't treat you as a brother, but I will lead the team in person? Our Liao Menglian is not a successor. Don't worry, this time, I won't ask about every transaction in your tribe, and leave it to the guys to take care of it. Our brothers just drink."

"Keep your word, your tenth wife is not allowed to interfere." Old Has quickly beat the snake and followed the stick, glanced at Qing'er holding the little blue girl.

Qing'er wore a big fire fox fur cloak on her shoulders, held a big black suitcase in both hands, and followed Gao Fatty quietly. It seemed that the excitement in the tribe had nothing to do with her. The more she did this, the more she highlighted her unique beauty. The snow on the ground just happened to be her deer-skinned boots, and the snow in the sky could not beat the fire fox fur, and she was dancing around her side in circles. Several young men from the tribe who came to greet the guests were not calm enough, and three-point souls were made to be hooked away by two and a half minutes. She followed Qing'er in a fascinating manner, unable to remember her responsibilities at all.

"It's easy to say, Qing'er, follow me to Lao Mintu's doghouse to drink. His felt bag is the largest and warmest in this radius of a hundred miles." Gao Fatty seemed to suddenly change his sex and replied carelessly.

Old Has coughed lightly, swung the palm-shaped slap of the palm-leaf fan as a fake slap, and woke up the young people who had lost their souls one by one. While patting, he ordered: "Why are you still stunned? Why don't you go to lead the way for Gao Ye, and then come out to my house alone and ask Xiao Jibu's mother to dig out a few jars of old burning knives from the snow. If you don't put down Gao Ye today, I will drive you all out of the tribe tomorrow."

A few young men were so embarrassed that their faces were red and jumped away like a frightened rabbit. Gao Deyong looked at their backs and laughed: "Don't be afraid of Mintu, this old man. He drove you out of the tribe. The Liao Menglian League is short of staff. I will write a letter of recommendation to each of you. I guarantee that someone will hire you. When you make money, marry ten or eight beautiful ladies and envy this old guy to death."

Everyone talked and laughed and went into the large felt bag for Mintu's house to treat guests. This felt bag was specially prepared for distinguished guests. It was usually unavailable and cleaned very clean. Several respected old people in the tribe were invited by Mintu. Everyone sat around the square table, and the room immediately added a little warmth. In a moment, Lao Mintu's daughter-in-law walked in with a few girls and placed various refreshments, fried rice, butter, and fresh cheese on the table. Several strong men carried it into a huge copper stove, filled it with charcoal, lit a candle with fire folds, and immediately a light red flame emerged from the copper stove, carrying a faint wood fragrance, warming the felt bag with the four walls.

"Authentic, I have never forgotten this smell for so many years." Fatty Gao picked up the milk tea in front of him, closed his eyes, took a deep breath of the fragrance, as if he was intoxicated. For decades, all happy days seemed to be brought back to his eyes with this fragrance.

"Arseleng, if you want to eat this, why don't you come back and stay. Are you still afraid that I will be poor?" Old Has called Gao Fatty's Mongolian name and patted him gently on the shoulder. Since Gao Fatty and Qing'er both entered the tent, the Mongolian business will naturally be handed over to the outstanding people among the younger generation to handle the matter. Lao Mintu and Lao Has don't have to worry too much. It is serious to concentrate on dealing with these two real masters.

"No, I'm old, my muscles can no longer bear the hellish cold wind on the beach. This time I accompanied the caravan to see the old guys. I'll leave my business to my sons next year, and I won't come next year." Gao Deyong sipped a sip of milk tea, as if he was the best delicacy in the world, and carefully savored every bit of fragrance left on the tip of his tongue.

The fat man really changed his temperament today. Old Has looked at the old men here suspiciously. The old men looked around incomprehensible. Not only did the fat man perform abnormally, but Qing'er's behavior was also strange. Since entering the felt bag, he has stood by the table according to the Mongolian rules and carefully poured tea and water for everyone. This pair of prodigal partners deceived many old worlds back then. No one has ever seen Gao Deyong give up the signature silly smile on his face, and no one has ever seen Qing'er become so quiet. But today, everyone has seen them. He saw the twistedness of their newlyweds and the sincerity of the herdsmen who have never gone far away.

"I think you have a lot of money. Just like Lao Has and I, the old bones on the horse's back every day, can be dispelled by any cold. It's better if you don't come. In the future, we will go to Zhongyuan to see you and live in your house and not leave." Lao Mintu tried his best to tell jokes and adjust the atmosphere, so he didn't believe Gao Deyong's nonsense. In addition to the palace, there are places in the world where Fatty Gao dare not stay!

"That's good. I must serve you all with good wine and food. Don't think that the road is long." Fatty Gao drank his own milk tea and turned to Qing'er and greeted him: "Qing'er, take out the gifts we have given to a few old friends."

Qiao Qing'er agreed, lifted the suitcase placed beside the door, took out the key from her waist and carefully opened the copper lock on the suitcase, and gently placed two jade bottles carved from her jade and a few jade cups on the table. The red wine light instantly emerged from the bottle, forcing the flames in the charcoal basin to lose their color.

The eyes of several old Mongolian men suddenly turned from milk tea to wine bottles, and they thought to themselves that such a beautiful wine bottle had never been seen before. Fatty Gao was indeed rich enough to rival a country.

"Open a bottle, and then sit next to me and add wine to the brothers." Fatty Gao patted the squid beside him and asked Qing'er to sit down.

"I'm still giving you a bar, you guys drink, how can I sit over?" Qing'er answered obediently like a young wife, turned around and went to the suitcase to find the wine bottle.

When Mongolians eat, women are not allowed to sit at the table as usual. Lao Mintu knew that Gao Deyong did this and did not want Qing'er to stand and suffer. He was so happy to make a favor. He smiled and ordered: "You might as well be a guest, you don't have to abide by this rule. Besides, we can sleep in the open all the way, so how can we let you stand again?"

Qing'er pursed her lips, smiled gently, walked to Gao Deyong in small steps, slowly uncovered the lid of a bottle of wine, and then carefully twisted the plug out with a curved Jiashi.

"Grape wine luminous cup", several warm jades carved into cups, and a faint blue mist slowly rose from the mouth of the cup. The aged wine fragrance floated all over the room with the blue mist, drilled into everyone's nostrils, and drilled into the chest along the throat. It scratched the heart a few times like a baby's hand, making people tremble up and down.

"Good wine, good cup, tall fat man, you really know how to enjoy it." Old Has was the first to hold up the luminous cup and drink it all. The strong wine slurry immediately burned his old face to the color of a fine wine. Seeing this, the younger generation who was serving the table quickly ran out to urge the food. The two girls put a cooked sheep in on a copper plate, and put it gently on the table.

Qing'er picked up a silver knife from the copper plate, cut off the mutton head meat, and placed it respectfully in front of Lao Mintu. The child was polite. Lao Mintu nodded, and also picked up the silver knife from the copper plate, cut off the fat and tender part of the sheep ribs and gave it to Qing'er. As we went back and forth, it seemed as if the two were two generations of shepherds of father and daughter, and they took their son-in-law to visit relatives.

The atmosphere in the room gradually became stronger. Qiao Qing'er waved her knife and kept clothing her meat in front of all the elders. These were the etiquettes that Fatty Gao said when she chatted with her. It was rare that she was willing to remember everything clearly.

A bottle of red wine was instantly seen, "This is thirty years of craftsmanship, you think it's a knife." Fatty Gao kept muttering with pain when he saw everyone drinking like a cow chewing peonies.

Old Haas tried to compete with him, grabbed the bottle, poured the last one or two of wine directly into the mouth filled with mutton, enjoying the strength and tenderness of the interweaving of ice and fire, and muttered like a demonstration: "I feel sorry, don't take it out with my heart. Such a good wine, won't you let the caravan transport more? We have packed all of them."

Fatty Gao smiled and shook his head, and opened another bottle of wine, saying, "Do you think this wine can be bought casually? This is the heroic blood brewed by the first ripe grapes on Peking back then. It was hidden in a wooden barrel for thirty years. Last year, Old Muhammad took off his post as the principal of the college. He was bored and steamed again. He steamed the wine in a barrel. The remaining one was less than ten kilograms. He divided it into eight bottles and filled it with Lantiancui bottles. Old Muhammad privately hid one bottle, and the remaining two bottles were divided by the King of Yan to all tribes at the Mid-Autumn Festival. Only the tribes of Nuzhi and Jinshan tribes who attended the meeting were lucky to sip a cup. This time I came here to bring my own bottle and Lao Guo's bottle, which was originally collected for the old brother Mintu..."

The heroic blood brewed in Peking spread all over the world with the great reputation of the Zhenbei Army. Whether it is an enemy or a friend of the Zhenbei Army, the men on the grassland were proud to be able to drink a cup of heroic blood. When they saw the jade bottle, Lao Mintu knew that this wine must be extraordinary. When Gao Deyong said it was the heroic blood brewed by Lao Muhammad thirty years ago, he regretted it to give everyone a bottle. He heard that there were only seven bottles in the world, and each hero at the Nadam Conference was given a small cup. His heart skipped a beat, which was even more uncomfortable than stabbing it with a knife. When he heard Gao Fatty, he could no longer hold back and quickly reached out to stop Gao Deyong from pulling out another bottle of cork. Before he could stop it, Gao Fatty had already raised the jade bottle. Several old men didn't care about the expression of the patriarch's face and took the jade cup and delivered it to Gao Deyong one by one.

Hero's blood, it's almost the same to drink my blood. Lao Min Tude groaned, for fear of falling behind, and could not wait to stuff his wine glass into the eyes of Fatty Gao.

How could two bottles of wine be enough for everyone to be at the bottom? After dividing the remaining red wine, Lao Has's knife was smelled of drinking water, so he barely brought it up. He patted the mud seal, and everyone pushed the cups and shouted. Sometimes, a junior student came in to toast Fatty Gao, and the girl came in to celebrate the wine jar to offer songs to the guests. Fatty Gao refused everyone, and the big bowl was dried, and even Qing'er drank a few bowls with him.

With the dizzy eyes, Lao Mintu gradually woke up from the heartache. He held the wine bowl and touched Gao Deyong, and cursed with a smile: "Fatty, I thought you had changed your sex today, but I didn't expect to be fooled by you again. Since you were given these two bottles of wine to me for collection, how could you say it when everyone was halfway through it? It was obvious that you wanted to share it with everyone, but let me give you more favors. Say, what do you want to do today? Don't hide it. The more you hide it, the less I feel. It's better to agree to you cleanly and tidy, everyone can drink it happily."

Of course I have to work with you, otherwise I am still fat. Gao Deyong picked up the wine bowl, touched Lao Mintu and drank a big gulp, and said with a smile: "Old brother, except for these two bottles of wine, I have brought you other gifts today. Do you want to see?" Although the tribe on the Juyan Sea is small, its geographical location is very important. If a hero on the grassland wants to enter Yumen Pass, he must first seize the place to settle the troops. The last battle between the Ming and Meng in Hongwu year occurred here. After the war, the court adopted a small feudal policy to split the Mongolian tribes around Juyan Sea. Lao Mintu's tribe was enfeoffed here because there were many old and weak people. However, this old and weak people have surprisingly high generation among the small tribes in Western Xinjiang. Among the Mongolians who value clans, generation means appeal, and the old people sometimes have prestige than those princes who lost power.

"What gift?" Everyone at the table put down the wine bowl and widened their longing eyes. The two bottles of heroic blood just now were really worthless. Now there is no wine color in the bottle, which shows the quality of the wine bottle, which is crystal clear and tempting. I'm afraid this wine bottle is worth hundreds of sheep. Now that I heard that Gao Deyong has other gifts, how can everyone not be moved by it?

"Take it out, I will take it all together this time. At worst, I can sell my life to you, and I am afraid that I will not be able to repay you." Lao Mintu said with a passionate smile.
Chapter completed!