At noon the next day, the Mongolians were notified by the prince-in-law, who was going to treat everyone to dinner and hold a bonfire party in the evening.
This year's harvest was very good, and the Prince Consort was also very capable. He managed the 100,000 slaves in an orderly manner, and perfectly completed the reclamation in the spring, sowing in early summer, and top dressing, and then a bumper harvest was achieved in the autumn.
In addition to seeds and rations, these 100,000 people also transported them to Chahanhot City, which was enough for the Chahar people to eat for three years and enough straw for livestock to eat for five winters.
Lin Danhan was so happy that he almost went crazy. He smiled from ear to ear all day long.
There was nothing happy for him this year.
Starting from summer, Huang Taiji personally led troops to seek bad luck for him. Conflicts, large and small, continued. He kept losing battles.
Only good news came from Tian Zili. His farming was a great success.
After waiting until it started to snow, Huang Taiji finally retreated. Lin Danhan was also exhausted and did not dare to pursue at all.
After the disaster caused by Daijin, the Chahar tribe could not afford to fight without two years of training.
Tian Zili's good work also brought benefits to all the Mongolian cavalry here. They also received rewards and praises from Lin Dan Khan. They also understood that this was a favor from the consort and they took a ride.
The prince-in-law had some trouble with them because they were too strict in managing the slaves. Now the prince-in-law took the initiative to invite them to dinner, and they were naturally willing.
Moreover, the Chinese dishes cooked by the Prince Consort are not only delicious, but also come in a wide variety. They especially like to eat them.
In order to ensure the nutrition of the slaves and prevent them from being exhausted under heavy physical labor, the consort racked his brains and studied a lot of food.
Mongolians do not eat offal, and they throw away the offal of cattle and sheep.
The prince-in-law asked people to collect all these offal, wash and peel them, and season them with spices and wild onions, wild leeks, and wild garlic from the grassland. Then he made a offal soup that made Mongolians drool.
Those who followed the prince-in-law had offal soup to eat, which made many people envious.
Tian Zili wrote to Teacher Yaoguang and asked him to entrust a caravan to send chickens, ducks, geese, and piglets to start a breeding industry. In autumn, not only was there a bumper harvest of food, but also poultry and livestock were successful.
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Tian Zili also organized people to go fishing in the river and make dried fish.
There are a lot of fish in the river here, but the Mongolians only know how to fish. They don’t have fishing techniques and tools, so they rarely eat fish.
In order to replenish the body of the pregnant princess, and later to induce lactation for the princess who gave birth to a daughter, Tian Zili often organized people to fish for crucian carp.
Fry the crucian carp in hot oil until both sides are golden brown. Then remove the mutton bones and add boiling water to boil. You can make an unusually delicious milky white mutton soup.
The remaining mutton soup was eaten by the captains. They had never tasted such delicious mutton soup in their lives.
The prince-in-law sent someone to inform him that a bonfire party would be held in the evening and five thousand Mongolian soldiers would be invited to dinner.
Five captains gathered together to discuss the matter.
Alatan was the person in charge sent by the Great Khan, and the other four captains all looked at what he wanted.
"The prince-in-law had some unpleasant troubles with everyone some time ago. This time he invited us to dinner with the intention of easing the relationship. In any case, he has a distinguished status. After all, there are differences between superiors and inferiors. It would be inappropriate for us not to go.
It would be bad if he spoke ill of us to the Great Khan." Captain Angqin said thoughtfully.
Gari said: "It's not good if you don't go. I think I still have to go. After all, he is the heart of the Great Khan now. But the Great Khan also told us in private to keep an eye on the prince-in-law to prevent him from escaping back to the Ming Dynasty. We also want to
Be careful and stay out of your way."
Wu Ritu said: "You are too nervous. Look at what season it is now. After leaving the camp, the horses froze to death after a long time. There was such a heavy wind and snow outside, and it was difficult to identify the direction. After leaving the camp, only
A dead end."
Bigler said with a smile: "You all went to the Prince Consort's place to eat. You all rushed to drink the milky white mutton soup. You even beat each other until your noses were bruised and your faces were swollen. Now you are starting to get scared."
Wu Ritu said: "Can it be the same? The mutton soup is leftover from the princess's drink. There can be no problem."
Bigler smiled and scolded: "Well, I'll make the mutton soup tonight, no one wants to compete with me."
Alatan said: "Since everyone thinks we should go, let's go. In this damn weather, we can't go anywhere except the camp. There is good wine at the Prince Consort's place, and he just wants to ease the relationship with us, so I took the opportunity to let him bring it out.
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Everyone laughed, and the prince-in-law secretly burned some distilled liquor, which was brewed from the crushed corn during threshing. Everyone knew that he hid it like a treasure and would not take it out. These Mongolians had already found out.
Just below the wooden building where the Prince Consort lived, there were a hundred and fifty large vats.
It's a pity that there are two vicious dogs there, which look like iron barrels. They can't steal it even if they want to. They are greedy and scratch their heads. But that is where the princess lives, and they don't dare to make mistakes.
In the evening, five thousand Mongolians came to the threshing floor in the center of the camp and lit countless bonfires. The surrounding houses blocked the wind, so it was relatively not cold here.
The prince-in-law and the princess sat on the main seat. Five thousand households and more than thirty officials sent by Lin Dan Khan sat on both sides. Han slaves roasted whole sheep on the fire. Chinese dishes were served in an endless stream.
"Stir-fried liver tips, radish and beef brisket, fried kidneys, beef tendons, fried tripe,..." Lu Shouli stood behind the consort and announced the names of the dishes as they were served.
Tian Zili kept raising his glass and toasting with everyone. He drank the kumiss freely.
Mongolians like wine, but supplies are scarce on the grasslands, and they don't have many opportunities to drink. On the contrary, Tian Zili is proficient in agriculture and animal husbandry and is in charge of production, so he has a lot of supplies.
The Mongolian officials all bowed down and drank the kumiss in one gulp. The kumiss was moved from the warehouse controlled by the Mongols with the consent of the consort, so they were not afraid of any problems.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! As the atmosphere became heated, a group of Mongolian girls came into the arena to dance. With the melodious playing of the Morin Fhuur, the Mongolians were all in high spirits, and the atmosphere also rose. They all came off the stage to wrestle.
For play.
Alatan came over and said with a longing look on his face: "I heard that you brewed a lot of strong wine, my consort. How about giving some to everyone to try."
Tian Zili calculated that they had been thinking about his liquor, and he was just waiting for them to bring it up.
"There's a lot, the princess and I don't have enough to drink by ourselves." Tian Zili rolled his eyes at him.
Seeing that Tian Zili refused to give it, Alatan said shamelessly: "Everyone has seen it. You have taken away all the broken rice. You feed the pigs with scarred heads and feed the pigs with distiller's grains. The smell of alcohol is all over you. Everyone smells it."
Here we are. Men on the grassland can’t help but feel happy.”
Tian Zili was defeated, so he had to say: "It's really not too much. Each person can only have one catty of wine. If there is more, there will be nothing."
Everyone laughed at the prince-in-law for being stingy.
Afterwards, the servants brought the wine jars, used funnels to beat wine grapes weighing a pound, and distributed the wine to the Mongolian soldiers.
The Mongolians shared the strong liquor and sniffed it with their noses, making their mouths water.
However, no one drank. They all looked at Altan. Seeing his disapproving expression, they reluctantly plugged the wine bags.
"Hey, aren't you clamoring for strong liquor? I've given it to you. Why don't you drink it?" Tian Zili asked strangely.
"Hey, hey, this consort has rewarded you with good wine. We need to take it back and drink it sparingly. Haha, hahaha." Alatan said with a dry smile.
Today, no one drinks soup. Roast lamb and pig are all cooked under the full supervision of the Mongols. There is no chance of drugging, the only chance is in the wine.
The Mongolians are not stupid either. They take it back and test it before drinking it.
After the banquet ended in the evening, thousands of households eagerly found a few Han slaves and poured them some strong drinks. Then they waited for two hours to observe their reactions.
It was already midnight after all the hard work, and their thirst for wine was almost crawling out of their throats. The Mongolians didn't even sleep, waiting to drink.
Seeing that they were fine, each of them couldn't bear it any longer and started drinking one after another.
