The Yi people have a habit of "beating sheep" and "beating cattle" to welcome guests. Whenever a guest comes, they will kill an animal to entertain the guest. According to the identity and degree of intimacy of the guest, they will be treated as cattle, sheep, pigs, chickens, etc.
treat.
As soon as Mrs. Shexiang finished speaking, a Yi man came to the front of the hall with live cattle and sheep, and asked the distinguished guests to take a look before slaughtering them to show respect for the guests.
Respect is respect, it’s just slaughtering now, when will it be delicious and hot to eat?
As a result, before the food was served, the wine was served first. Mu Ying told Lao Liu that these Luo Luo people had the habit of drinking before eating. Lao Liu was speechless and drank on an empty stomach. Who can withstand this? Fortunately, he came before
Dried a leg of lamb...
Moreover, Mrs. Shexiang and Mrs. Liu also resigned and left the banquet, leaving only Old Bimo and a bunch of rough guys to accompany the King of Chu to drink. What interest would Lao Liu have in drinking with these people? Alas, boring...
Old Bimo led the leaders to serve two glasses of wine to the noble guests from afar. If it weren't for the funeral, he would have to sing a toast song. According to custom, Zhu Zhen would also sing to express his thanks after drinking the wine. Fortunately...
He didn't have to sing a song, but he had to reciprocate, otherwise it would be disrespect for the barbarians. And no matter who toasted him, he had to reciprocate, and ended up drinking too much in a daze.
Even though he was young and had a heavy drinking habit, he was dragged out by Mu Ying and Hu Xian in the end.
When he woke up, it was already midnight.
Mu Ying was reading a book nearby. When she heard the noise, she quickly stepped forward to support His Highness.
Hu Xian also hurriedly made a cup of strong tea for His Highness.
Zhu Zhen took it and drank it all in one gulp. He breathed a long sigh of relief, pressed the back of his head and said: "Damn it, what kind of bad wine will make my head explode."
"Yes, the wine they drink is really evil. It tastes very light and is very intoxicating." Mu Ying was deeply touched and massaged the Guanchong point on His Highness's ring finger to help him relieve his hangover and headache.
"What's wrong? It's just that the brewing technology is too poor and there are too many impurities." Zhu Zhen said depressedly: "Next time, I'll use our own wine. I'm afraid I'll go blind if I drink theirs again."
"His Highness has given them too much face. He will not refuse anyone who proposes a toast, and he will also offer a toast in return." Hu Xian sighed and said, "Are they worthy of it?"
"Didn't Brother Wenying say that if you drink more, you look up to them, and if you drink less, you look down on them?" Lao Liu squinted and said, "How about it, do they feel valued?"
"That's for sure." Mu Ying nodded and said, "After drinking, those people's eyes changed when they looked at His Highness. They must think His Highness is interesting."
As he said this, he said with shame: "If General Mo had a better drinking capacity, why would His Highness have to fight in the wine shop himself?"
"Hey, you are good at fighting and killing, and I am good at eating and drinking. Let's each show our strengths." Zhu Zhen waved his hand and said with a smile: "You are really in charge, my head doesn't hurt so much anymore."
"That's good." Mu Ying said with a smile: "I'll give His Highness a little more time and I'll be able to completely relieve the hangover."
"Hmm..." Zhu Zhen snorted comfortably, closed his eyes and reviewed, "I thought that old Bimo was a figure at first, but later I found out that he didn't have much status."
"Yes." Mu Ying smiled bitterly and said: "The general also misunderstood at first, but later I found out that the Luo Luo people are divided into five grades, namely, Mo, Bi, Ge and Zhuo."
"How?" Zhu Zhen asked curiously.
"'Zi' means Ju Mu, monarch, ruler; 'Mo' means officials, those like Mu Kui and Mu Zhuo."
"The third class is the 'Bi Mo', but their status is actually quite high, but they have no actual power. In front of those Mu Kui who have fiefdoms, their words are useless." Mu Ying explained:
"As for the latter two, they are craftsmen and serfs. The peasants here are slaves of the leader, and the status of craftsmen is higher."
"Hmm." Zhu Zhen said slowly: "So, in the beginning, Old Bimo greeted me and toasted me, purely because he speaks Chinese well?"
"Maybe it's because he presides over the etiquette," Mu Ying said.
"The person who presides over the ceremony cannot have such a say in this kind of slave society." Zhu Zhen shook his head and said: "I think those leaders have disrespected the old Bimo. I'm afraid there is another reason."
"Then is it necessary to talk to him alone?" Mu Ying asked softly.
"It's necessary." Zhu Zhen nodded and said, "And the two...widows..."
"..." Mu Ying and Hu Xian had strange expressions on their faces when they heard this.
"What's wrong?" Zhu Zhen asked strangely.
"No, it's nothing. Your Highness continued." Mu Ying coughed quickly.
"It's inexplicable." Zhu Zhen shook his head speechlessly and continued: "They obviously had something to say today, but they were stopped by those guys."
Then he told Hu Xiandao: "I guess they will still look for me, so don't stop them."
"Understood, make arrangements." Hu Xian nodded hurriedly, with a mean smile on his face.
"..." Seeing this, Zhu Zhen became more and more suspicious, but he refrained from asking questions for now. He said to Mu Ying: "After initial contact today, I found that what I told you is very different. Their minds are indeed competing for positions now.
I don’t care at all.”
"That's right." Mu Ying sighed: "No one mentioned the imperial errands. It's really infuriating."
"A tough melon is not sweet, so let's choose Ju Mu first according to their wishes." Zhu Zhen said in a deep voice: "I deliberately said today that when will I be buried and when will I leave? I am doing it for them.
Put pressure on them to make a decision quickly."
"Then are we really just going to wait like this?" Mu Ying asked.
"How is that possible? I like to take the initiative." Zhu Zhen smiled evilly, licked his lips and said: "Since they are here, they have to listen to me. They have to do whatever I tell them to do!"
"Then do you want to ask a few more Mu Kui to chat?" Mu Ying asked.
"No need, just meeting the three of them is enough. What are you doing with so many people? I can't even explain it." Zhu Zhen shook his head and said.
"The future ambassadors and colleagues will be born from those people." Mu Ying advised: "Although they are all rough guys, your highness still wants to meet them, right?"
"What are you talking about? Is it because the king doesn't see them because they are rough men?" Zhu Zhen asked strangely: "It's because they are not my favorite candidates."
"Ah? I'm afraid that old Bimo is not very good, right?" Mu Ying couldn't help admonishing: "He doesn't have his own territory, he doesn't have soldiers in his hands, and no one will obey him."
"This king is not talking about him." Zhu Zhen said speechlessly: "He is an old man in his sixties. If you bother to push him up with Baal, you will have to change him again in two years."
"Oh..." Mu Ying suddenly said: "Your Highness, are you talking about the two little widows?"
"..." Hu Xian's mouth opened silently, and his chin almost fell to the ground.
"What kind of little widow? She is a widow with a son." Zhu Zhen coughed and said seriously: "The serious Madam Xuanwei and Madam Tongzhi have both received a good Chinese education, what is inappropriate?
"
"..." Mu Ying smacked her lips, not knowing how to answer for a moment.
