In his sleep, Zhuang Rui seemed to be back in the desert again, trekking in the scorching sun. His lips were so dry that they were about to burst. He couldn't help but groan: "I'm thirsty, I'm dying of thirst..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhuang Rui felt a little wet around his mouth. He couldn't help but stretched out his hands, picked up the bowl of water that was handed to his mouth, raised his neck and drank it all.
"Huh? You...who are you?"
After smacking his lips, Zhuang Rui finally opened his eyes, and what he saw was a little girl squatting next to him, frowning and looking at Zhuang Rui with lively eyes.
"My name is Wu Yunqiqige, and Battle is my eldest brother. Is it you who defeated my eldest brother?"
The little girl was only fifteen or sixteen years old. She was wearing Mongolian-specific clothes, with many pigtails on her head, and a touch of plateau red on her face.
Wu Yunqiqige had been observing Zhuang Rui for a long time, but she couldn't see how this mainlander looked like a hero. How could he win over his invincible big brother?
However, many brothers and uncles came to visit Zhuang Rui early in the morning, and her father repeatedly told her to take good care of Zhuang Rui, who was the most distinguished guest in the family.
So even though the little girl was very dissatisfied with Zhuang Rui, she still stayed by Zhuang Rui's side dutifully.
Zhuang Rui shook his head and pushed his body up with his hands. He couldn't connect the tall and thick Bartel with the nimble little girl in front of him. The genes were completely different.
"Where's Brother Battle? We were tied yesterday. He didn't lose, and I didn't win either..."
After sobering up, Zhuang Rui returned to his usual humility. He also knew that he was drunk yesterday, but after being so drunk, Zhuang Rui only felt that his mind was inexplicably sober.
Zhuang Rui has been doing high-intensity work for a while. Although physical fatigue can be recovered by spiritual energy, mental fatigue cannot be adjusted. Yesterday's unusual drunkenness made him relax.
Quite a few.
"I'm telling you, you can't win against Big Brother. Big Brother is still sleeping..."
After Wu Yunqi Qige heard Zhuang Rui's words, a smile appeared on her face, but when she answered Zhuang Rui's question, her voice became softer again. At least Zhuang Rui is awake now and her elder brother is not. This wine fight is over.
Lost.
Zhuang Rui stood up and said, "Let's go see your elder brother..."
"Brother Zhuang, are you awake?"
Just as Zhuang Rui was raising the curtain of the yurt, two or three people came over.
"Brother Timur, I'm already up..."
Zhuang Rui saw that the man in the lead was Timur, the second hero in this gathering place, but he was also defeated by his men yesterday. Peng Fei followed him and suddenly seemed to wink at him.
"You brat, what the hell are you doing?"
Zhuang Rui didn't know what Peng Fei meant, so he looked at Timur and said, "Brother Timur, go sit inside..."
It is not the etiquette of hospitality to let guests stand at the door. Although this yurt is not his territory, Zhuang Rui always makes way for him.
"No, let's sit outside. I brought milk tea and food..."
Timur shook his head and raised the things in his hands. Zhuang Rui found that he was carrying a pot of milk tea and food in his left hand, but his right hand was holding a long object wrapped in cloth.
"Brother Timur, please sit down first while I wash up..."
Zhuang Rui saw Wu Yunqiqige taking an oilcloth and spreading it on the grass in front of the yurt. He quickly washed his face with a towel in the washbasin in the yurt. As for brushing his teeth, forget about it, because his toothbrush was nothing.
are all in the car.
After sitting down, Timur poured a bowl of milk tea for Zhuang Rui, presented it to Zhuang Rui with both hands, and said: "Brother Zhuang, you are good. I, Timur, admire the most heroes. From now on, you are mine."
A good brother..."
"Haha, brother Timur, I also have a few kilograms of strength. If I compare myself to others, I am not as good as you..."
Zhuang Rui smiled and took the milk tea. This was fresh goat milk that had been squeezed in the morning, and it still had a fishy smell. However, Zhuang Rui held his nose and drank it. It was just like doing as the Romans do.
"If you win, you win. In terms of strength, I, Timur, are not as good as you..."
Timur, an upright man, shook his head. He was a little baffled by his defeat at first, but after seeing Zhuang Rui defeating Battle with an overwhelming advantage, he realized the gap between himself and Zhuang Rui.
After simply eating something, Timur suddenly picked up the thing wrapped in cloth, put it in front of Zhuang Rui, and said solemnly: "Brother Zhuang, this is the lottery I lost to you yesterday, please accept it."
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"Hmm? Did we make a bet yesterday?"
When Zhuang Rui saw Timur's behavior, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. He was so drunk yesterday that he still remembered that he had made a bet with Timur.
"Yes, Brother Zhuang, if you win, this thing is yours..."
Timur nodded heavily and pushed the package in front of Zhuang Rui, but his eyes were full of reluctance.
Seeing the reluctance in Timur's eyes, Zhuang Rui laughed immediately, pushed the package back to Timur, and said: "Haha, brother Timur, I just made a joke yesterday, don't take it seriously.
Yes, you should take this thing back..."
Although the cloth wrapped outside was not opened, Zhuang Rui could tell from the shape of the object that it should be a sword-like object.
And seeing how solemn Timur looked, it was probably something passed down from his family. No matter how valuable the sword itself was, Zhuang Rui didn't want to take it away from others.
"What? Take it back, Brother Zhuang, who do you think I am, Timur? A villain who breaks his word?"
But Zhuang Rui didn't expect that as soon as he said these words, Timur, who was sitting cross-legged opposite him, became furious and stood up with his legs.
"If you lose, you lose. We Mongolian men will not default on our debts. If you don't want it, just throw it away..."
Timur seemed to feel the shame. After saying these words, he turned around and left. Zhuang Rui quickly stood up and grabbed him, saying with a wry smile: "Brother Timur, can't I accept it?"
Zhuang Rui had heard of people forcing good girls into prostitution, but this was the first time he had seen someone force others to accept gambling debts. However, as soon as he said the words, he didn't regret it anymore and reached out to pick up the package on the grass.
"Damascus knife?" Zhuang Rui couldn't help but exclaimed behind the layers of cloth.
Because of Huangfu Yun, Zhuang Rui also has some knowledge about the world's swords. The Damascus sword he just mentioned was produced in India. It is made of Utz steel ingots and has a cast pattern on the surface. It is one of the three famous swords in the world.
The one in Zhuang Rui's hand is the most common scimitar shape of a Damascus sword. It is made of Utz steel. The blade is covered with various patterns, like moving clouds and flowing water, which is extremely beautiful.
Zhuang Rui knew that this pattern was formed during casting. The pattern can make the blade microscopically form serrations that are indistinguishable to the naked eye, making the sword sharper.
The handle of the knife is inlaid with more than ten turquoise and rubies the size of rice grains and soybeans, and the blade is also made with enamel, gold and silver interlacing and other techniques.
Holding this murderous weapon in his hand, it looked like an exquisite handicraft. He raised the knife and looked at the sunlight above his head. Zhuang Rui immediately discovered that its veins were like silk texture and had an unusual luster.
"Brother Zhuang, what's the name of this knife? We've kept it in our family for many lifetimes, and I really don't know what to call it..." Timur next to him had a simple and honest smile on his face.
"Brother Timur, are you crazy? This has been passed down from generation to generation in your family. How can you just give it away casually?"
While Zhuang Rui was sighing at the ingenious craftsmanship of this knife, Wu Yunqiqige on the side had a look of shock on his face. You know, Timur usually hides this knife very deeply, and most people can't even take a look at it.
Disaster.
Timur shook his head and said: "A good knife must be used by a good man. Qiqige, this knife is most worthy of Brother Zhuang..."
"Idiot Timur, I don't care about you, you have given away the family heirloom..."
When Wu Yunqiqige saw Timur's appearance, she knew that he had made up his mind. She stamped her feet, turned around and trotted away. She wanted to find Bater to reprimand Timur. She knew that this big man always listened to his elder brother the most.
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"Good knife..."
Zhuang Rui stretched out his index finger and flicked the blade, and the full moon scimitar suddenly made a crisp sound.
However, Zhuang Rui's brows furrowed and he looked at Timur and said, "Brother Timur, do you think this sword was handed down from our ancestors?"
Timur scratched his head and said: "Yes, I heard from my ancestors that this sword was given to me by the emperor when my ancestors followed the Mongolian ancestors in the southern and northern wars. I don't know whether it is true or not..."
"Huh? Is this the Yuan Dynasty Uzi steel sword from Mongolia?"
Zhuang Rui suddenly remembered a piece of history. In 1219, the Mongols launched three western expeditions that made the world tremble, destroying countless countries along the way.
In 1260, Hulagu, the grandson of Genghis Khan, captured Damascus, Syria. After the massacre, Hulagu robbed a large number of craftsmen. The Yuan Dynasty government had a "Bin Iron Bureau" under the general manager of the Ministry of Industry, which specialized in smelting bin iron.
The production capacity of Uzi steel swords in the Yuan Dynasty should be the highest.
However, due to their exquisite craftsmanship, most of these swords were used as gifts for collection by Mongolian nobles. Unfortunately, few of these self-produced Uzi steel swords have been handed down to this day.
"If Huangfu Yun sees this, he will probably go to great lengths to get it, right?"
Holding this heavy sword, Zhuang Rui felt a little embarrassed. Should he keep it or not?
Zhuang Rui could tell that this thing was definitely a family heirloom of Timur, and even today, its market value must be at least 500,000 RMB.
"Brother Timur, do you know how much this knife is worth?"
Zhuang Rui estimated that Timur did not know the actual value of this sword, but he would never accept it without conscience.
