Chapter 43 Offering sheep, drinking in the tent (thanks to all relatives!)
. Arriving at the fire barrier, the dozens of Waci soldiers took the initiative to give up a road and entered Wilson's camp. Zhu Qizhen sat on the spread leather mattress and looked at the unexpectedly handsome man in front of him.
There was a set of porcelain tea sets that were clearly Ming dynasty style, but the aroma of tea coming out of the teapot was filled with a strong milky aroma.
Sipping milk tea, Zhu Qizhen looked calmly at what Wilson was saying at the entrance of the tent. From the open space of the tent, he saw a strong Mongolian man holding a short knife and quickly grilling one end of the tent.
The roasted lamb was browned with knives flying all over its body.
Not long after, the plate of mutton was brought in. Wilson personally took the wooden plate of roast mutton and placed it respectfully on the table in front of Zhu Qizhen. "Your Majesty, please use the whole lamb."
"Whole sheep?" Zhu Qizhen was slightly startled, looking at the mutton that weighed only one or two kilograms at most on the wooden plate. How could it be a whole sheep?
However, Haming, a general who had lived on the prairie for recent years, couldn't help but change his face slightly. Seeing Zhu Qizhen's expression, he quickly whispered in Zhu Qizhen's ear and briefly explained what a whole sheep was.
That is, roasted or boiled lamb meat, cut from its head, neck, blades, ribs and tailbone, is put together into a plate to serve guests. It is regarded as the most respected food by the Mongolians, and only the princes cannot enjoy it.
Hospitality.
Zhu Qizhen, who was slightly moved in his heart, glanced at Wilson, then picked up the knife handed over by Ha Ming, unceremoniously cut off a piece of roasted mutton, put it into his mouth, and followed it.
When his teeth were closed, there was a layer of fragrant fat under the slightly crispy roasted mutton. Zhu Qizhen couldn't help but raise his eyebrows with a look of enjoyment on his face.
Seeing Zhu Qizhen like this, Nelson and the centurions who were sitting with him in the tent also had a bit of joy on their faces, and they all began to pick up their knives and decompose and taste the delicacies in front of them.
The pale white mare's milk wine is sour and slightly sweet, with a faint fishy smell. The aftertaste is a bit astringent, not as good as the wine from the Central Plains. Moreover, the alcohol content is not high, at most it is not much higher than that of beer.
Zhu Qizhen was not polite to the toasts given by the Waci centurions. After drinking several large glasses of kumiss, he only felt his stomach was slightly bloated, but he did not feel drunk at all.
"Your Majesty is so generous, I admire you." Wilson couldn't help but smile.
"Yes, the courage of the Great Tomorrow is indeed unusual. Daleng has offended many people these days. I hope the Great Tomorrow will not blame Daleng for being rude and rude." At the banquet, a centurion stood up with a look of shame on his face.
He stood up and saluted Mayor Zhu Qi.
Several other centurions also took advantage of the situation and saluted Zhu Qizhen. Wilson also bowed. "Your Majesty, we treated your Majesty harshly because of personal grudges that day, but your Majesty never cared about us. Indeed,
He is a great man. That day at the capital city, Your Majesty was able to treat tens of thousands of people like me as nothing, talking and laughing freely... What we Mongolians respect the most is a good man, and Your Majesty you are even more so."
Looking at these Mongolian generals who looked guilty or bowed sincerely, Zhu Qizhen's eyes couldn't help but feel a little warm. Wa Ci and Daming had a real life-and-death feud. However, these upright Mongolian men hated the obvious behavior.
The faction made Zhu Qizhen feel a little warm in his heart. At least the heroic act he performed under the capital city at the risk of losing his life could win the respect of the enemy Mongolian soldiers. This is also equivalent to recognition.
Finally, my previous efforts were not in vain.
After Zhu Qizhen personally helped Nelson and others up, Nelson drank a large glass of kumiss, wiped the corners of his mouth and sighed: "Your Majesty, don't blame me for being rude before. Come on, I
These are all people who have a deep hatred against the Ming Dynasty. If this were not the case, the Grand Master would not have transferred us here to specifically guard His Majesty."
It turned out that Wilson and these centurions, either their fathers died in the war with the Ming Dynasty, or their own relatives died tragically at the sword of the Ming Dynasty soldiers. Each of them had a deep hatred for the Ming Dynasty.
This was also the reason why Wilson and others disliked Zhu Qizhen at first. Moreover, Zhu Qizhen was a treacherous official and led the Ming Dynasty's 200,000 elites to fight an extremely frustrating and tragic defeat. Naturally, they were even more displeased.
** Erxun looked at Zhu Qizhen with a bit more contempt and disdain.
However, they did not expect that Zhu Qizhen's series of performances after being captured were beyond their expectations. His bold words under the Xuanfu City, and the Grand Master who held the power of life and death did not even step forward in the slightest.
Don't be afraid, he seemed so neither humble nor arrogant to anyone along the way. Especially along the way, this pampered emperor was actually able to walk twenty or thirty miles a day with his legs in just one or two months.
Not even a word of pain.
His perseverance and determination, as well as his calmness in being in the enemy's camp, gradually made Wilson and others have a great change in their views on Zhu Qizhen.
When the city of Beijing fell, Zhu Qizhen put aside his own honor and disgrace and used his life to inspire the Ming army officers and men. This caused an earth-shaking change in the perception of him by Mongolians like Wilson who had always admired heroes. So,
That's why today's scene happened.
It was a very strange thought that moved Zhu Qizhen but also felt a little weird. He was obviously the enemy of life and death, but he just sat in front of him and praised him. Such an enemy is probably more powerful than his future colleagues in the workplace.
They all look much cuter.
Those Mongolian men came up to toast one after another, and Zhu Qizhen also happily put down his guard and started drinking freely. It seemed that Zhu Qizhen was not only tall and burly, but also had a strong tolerance for alcohol.
, after drinking at least a dozen glasses of wine, I felt slightly bloated, but no other discomfort at all.
Seeing Zhu Qizhen drinking until the glass was dry, not shy, talking and laughing, it made these straightforward men cheer frequently, and the admiration in their eyes became even stronger. When the wine was half drunk, Yuan Bin and Ha Ming also put down their vigilance and began to talk to each other.
They feasted on the food on the table, and all the Mongolian men simply let go of their restraints, and some even sang desolate and melodious Mongolian classical tunes.
** Erson hummed a desolate Mongolian tune with a red face, which made people feel like they were in the prairie where they looked down to see the cattle and sheep, and looked up to see the wind and frost. There was a sense of desolation in it, and Zhu Qizhen couldn't help but feel
Slightly moved, the atmosphere in the originally lively camp suddenly seemed a little dull.
Wilson seemed to have noticed something was wrong in the atmosphere, and coughed twice in embarrassment: "Your Majesty, I am thinking of my deceased father. Twenty years ago, my father fought with the Ming Dynasty in the Datong area.
, and never came back.”
"It would be great if there was no war between us." Zhu Qizhen took a sip of kumis, picked up a piece of cheese, threw it into his mouth and chewed it, and sighed with emotion. Later generations of national unity did a good job.
At least many of his classmates are Mongolian, and they have been to the edge of the prairie and felt the enthusiasm of Mongolian herdsmen. However, Zhu Qizhen couldn't help feeling that those memories seemed so distant and vague now.
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