After hearing what his father said, Battle waved his hands nonchalantly and said, "It's just a piece of jade, it's okay. Feizi is my good brother, and what's his is mine..."
Even though Battle is grazing on the grassland now, his life is no worse than that of ordinary people. If all his herds of cattle, sheep and horses were sold, they would be worth at least 1.8 million, even in the mainland.
The upper class is middle class.
And in Battelle's view, such a piece of jade is worth a few thousand yuan at best. With his relationship with Peng Fei, there is really no need to care about it.
"You know what the heck, that's jade, the best jade, but it's a valuable thing..."
The old man glared at his son with dissatisfaction. The old man's father, Bartle's grandfather, was the steward of a prince in Mongolia before liberation. The old man had seen many rare treasures when he was young, and his eyes were poisonous.
Still sitting.
And now that the consulting industry has developed, even in this grassland yurt, there are everything from TVs and refrigerators. According to the old man's estimate, this thing must be worth at least tens of thousands.
It is true that Mongolians are generous and have the habit of giving gifts to each other, but the old man did not dare to accept a gift worth tens of thousands of dollars when they first met.
Peng Fei saw that the little guy in his arms was anxiously preparing to take off the jadeite from his neck after hearing his grandfather's words. He quickly said: "Uncle, it's okay. Battle and I have a relationship like Anda.
It is also appropriate to give something to your little nephew..."
In fact, Peng Fei didn't know how much this thing was worth. He only knew that Zhuang Rui gave it to his son. It was greener and more transparent than this one. It was said to be worth tens of millions. Zhang Qian was so afraid that he broke it.
I have never brought it to the little one.
Peng Fei sneered at this. It was just an external possession. If it was broken, it would be broken. So even though he estimated that his piece of jade was not cheap, he gave it away generously.
On the side, Battle also said carelessly: "Yes, Dad, please stop talking. Feizi and I have a life-long friendship, don't mention money..."
After hearing his son's words, the old man said nothing more, but his eyes towards Peng Fei and others became softer, and he called the three of them to sit down in the yurt.
Although this money can't mean anything, people who regard money as dirt can't escape the evaluation of "generous and generous". This is also in line with the temperament of the Mongolian people.
After Zhuang Rui and others sat down, the yurt began to become lively. Battelle's wife also rushed over from the yurt next to her, bringing steaming milk tea to serve to several guests one by one.
Afterwards, according to the Mongolian rules, three snow-white hadas were hung around the necks of Zhuang Rui and the others. I heard that guests were coming to the Battelle family, and a bonfire banquet was going to be held in the evening. Many men and aunts in the yurts also gathered there.
In front of Battle Gate.
When the sky darkened, a three- to four-meter-long bonfire was lit in front of the Bater yurt. Four or five clean and skinned whole sheep were placed on it. People gathered around the bonfire happily.
, talking loudly.
"Brother Zhuang, Brother Ren, let's go and sit outside..."
Zhuang Rui and the others were the protagonists today. After the bonfire was lit, Battelle invited the three of them out, but he stayed at the end and gave Peng Fei a hand.
"Feizi, how much does that jade cost? My old man just scolded me again..."
Although he has a good relationship with Peng Fei, when accepting gifts from others, one must know the value, right? Battelle knew nothing about these things, so of course he turned around and asked Peng Fei.
"I don't know either. It was given to me by Brother Zhuang. What he sold is probably worth at least several hundred thousand, right?"
Peng Fei said a little dissatisfied: "I gave it to my little nephew, why do you care how much it costs? I said, Dad, we haven't seen each other for several years, why have you become so boring?"
"How many...hundreds of thousands? No, we can't let that little brat take him..."
Battelle was frightened by Peng Fei's words of hundreds of thousands. He went home and worked hard for several years, and now he was worth hundreds of thousands. A piece of jade around his son's neck was actually worth that much. No matter how generous Battelle was, he still felt his heart beating.
It's a bit unacceptable.
Battle's voice was a bit loud. Zhuang Rui, who was walking in front, couldn't help laughing when he heard Battle's words and said: "Brother Battle, it's okay. These things are just personal belongings. Let Bayar take them with you."
, which can keep you safe..."
Hearing Zhuang Rui's words "keep safe", Battelle was stunned for a moment. What parents want most in the world is for their children to be safe.
"Okay, thank you two brothers. I'm going to toast you today, so be sure to drink it..."
Battelle was not used to saying words of thanks. After leading Zhuang Rui, Peng Fei and others to sit down by the campfire, he turned around and ran back to his yurt. When he came out again, he had a bottle of wine under each arm.
Can.
"Brother Battle, are you willing to take out this wine?"
"That's right, this is daddy's baby. Aren't you afraid that your butt will blossom?"
"Yes, Barter, when you got married, you were not even willing to drink this wine..."
Seeing Barter coming out with the wine cans, people around him started shouting and making noises, which made Zhuang Rui, who didn't pay much attention at first, also look at the two cans of wine.
The wine jar is not very eye-catching, but it is not small. It is estimated that one jar can hold seven or eight kilograms of wine. The jar is completely black, the mouth of the jar is sealed with red mud, and it is also wrapped with a layer of silk.
Battle's father stood up and said loudly: "What nonsense are you talking about? Today is Battle's Anda, who is also the most distinguished guest of our family. What's the point of taking out two jars of wine..."
"Okay, Brother Battle's Anda is also our brother. Wait, I'll go home and get two jars of good wine..."
"Well, I still have the puree wine that I got from the wine shop last time. I'll go get it too..."
It can be seen that Battelle has a high prestige here. As soon as they heard that it was his sworn brotherhood, several young people got up and went home to get drinks.
"Brother Zhuang, my grandfather left this wine before. My father was reluctant to drink it, so he left it to me again. Let's drink it all today..."
After Battelle sat down, he patted open the seal of a jar of wine with his hand, and a strong aroma of wine suddenly filled the venue.
There were three large bowls placed in front of Zhuang Rui and the others. When the wine was poured from the mouth of the jar, you could see with the naked eye that the yellow wine was very viscous and not a drop of it spilled out when poured into the bowls.
After pouring wine for Zhuang Rui and others, Battelle poured wine into the bowls of his father and some older elders, and then walked to the middle of the venue.
"Today, my good brother Peng Fei, as well as his eldest brothers Zhuang Rui and brothers Ren, came to our prairie. I present this bowl of wine to them. I wish our friendship will last forever and our brotherhood will be stronger than gold!"
Not to mention, although Battelle was tall and thick-set, he delivered a toast very well. After finishing his speech, he walked over to Zhuang Rui and picked up Zhuang Rui's wine bowl first.
The first bowl of wine was served to Zhuang Rui first, because Battelle already knew that Zhuang Rui was Peng Fei's godbrother, so he respected Zhuang Rui very much.
"Thank you, Brother Battle, and I wish our friendship will last forever..."
Zhuang Rui knew that the etiquette of toasting between Mongolians and Tibetans was similar. He took the wine bowl with both hands, dipped a little wine into his ring finger, and nodded in the direction of heaven, earth and the bonfire to show respect to the gods of heaven, earth and fire.
After doing this, Zhuang Rui put the wine bowl to his mouth, raised his neck and head, and drank the bowl of wine.
"hot……"
After drinking a bowl of wine, Zhuang Rui only felt a burning sensation from his throat to his lower abdomen, but fortunately, the wine did not rise so quickly. After drinking, Zhuang Rui turned the mouth of the bowl down with both hands, so he did not
A waste of wine.
"good!"
"Good man!"
"Brother Battle is a good man, and his friends are also good men!"
Seeing Zhuang Rui downing almost half a kilogram of wine in one gulp, the audience suddenly burst into applause.
In northern China, whether a person is generous or not is judged by his drinking capacity. Zhuang Rui's performance undoubtedly made these Mongolian men have a great impression of him.
"Zhuang Rui, aren't you harming me?"
It didn't matter that Zhuang Rui drank half a kilo of wine in one breath. Dr. Ren, who was sitting next to him, frowned. In fact, according to Mongolian rules, those who don't know how to drink can just drink it. But Zhuang Rui was in front of him, and Dr. Ren couldn't do anything.
Sorry to take a sip, right?
Sure enough, Battelle's second bowl of wine was served to Dr. Ren. When Ren Chunqiang saw this, he risked his life to accompany the gentleman. He imitated Zhuang Rui and wanted to drink the wine in one breath.
"Cough... cough cough..."
It's just that Ren Chunqiang's drinking capacity was indeed a bit low. When he drank more than half of the bowl of wine, he was shaky, and half of the remaining half bowl of wine was spilled on himself.
"He is also a good man, Wuyun, hurry up and cut the meat and bring it over..."
Battelle raised his thumb at Dr. Ren and asked his wife to cut the roasted mutton. Although Dr. Ren was a little drunk, he was thoughtful and worthy of the respect of the Mongolians.
But when the golden mutton was served, Dr. Ren had already leaned on Zhuang Rui. This bowl was most likely hundreds of years old, and he sent Ren Chunqiang directly to sleep.
Seeing Dr. Ren's appearance, there was a burst of good-natured laughter all around. This situation is very common in Mongolia. Many tourists from the mainland are so polite when drinking, and they end up drunk on the ground.
Battelle called a man and asked him to send Dr. Ren into his yurt, and then toasted Peng Fei with a bowl of wine. The toasting ceremony was finally over.
The atmosphere in the stadium became more and more lively. A man in his thirties stood up and said loudly: "Brother Battle, you are happy today, how many falls do you want?"
