Zhu Qizhen's thoughts were not on these cattle, sheep and horses, but after chatting for a long time, he couldn't make sense without buying something.
So, he pretended to come to the cow pen and asked: "What is the price of your cow?"
Atulu did not answer directly, but asked instead: "Master Huang, are you going to settle the bill with cash or barter?"
Zhu Qizhen was a little surprised. He was not prepared before coming. How could he barter?
Fortunately, he responded quickly enough and immediately replied: "Anything is fine, it depends on the price."
Atulu didn't think much about it and said: "If the settlement is made in silver, a cow will cost fifty taels. If it is bartered, a cow will cost ten stones of rice and two bolts of silk!"
Zhu Qizhen asked again: "If we exchange, can we only use rice and silk?"
"You can also use raw silk, tea, salt, pig iron... However, I can only count rice and silk. If you use other things, you need to register at the exchange."
"Exchange?"
"Yes, the imperial court specially set up an exchange in Orkhon City. Is this your first time doing business here?"
"It's really my first time to make my brother laugh. I don't understand anything, haha..."
When Zhu Qizhen saw this, he knew he couldn't pretend anymore, so he had to laugh awkwardly.
Arturu was very disapproving and said: "Master Huang, there is no need to be modest. Everyone who comes here to do business has his first time. How about this? It's almost noon. Come sit in my house and I'll treat you to dinner. Let's
Let’s talk while eating.”
Zhu Qizhen smiled and said: "Isn't it appropriate?"
Arturu waved his hand and said: "We have friends coming from afar... We are all guests. We are all friends. You are welcome!"
Yuan Bin quietly tugged on Zhu Qizhen's sleeve, meaning he couldn't go.
Good guy, you didn’t even have a few words and then you went to someone’s house to eat?
It would be fine if you were really a merchant, but you are the emperor. Do you know the background of this person?
If something goes wrong with this meal, it will be the end of me as the commander of the Imperial Guard...
Zhu Qizhen looked back at Yuan Bin and said, "If someone is treating you to a guest, we will do whatever the host wants."
Yuan Bin looked horrified and was about to dissuade him when he saw Zhu Qizhen wink at him and shake his head slightly.
It seems that this meal is a must-eat.
Zhu Qizhen had his own plan in mind. He escaped from Beijing this time and no one knew about it.
The time agreed by Qishike was three days later, and she was still making preparations in Orkhon City.
Even if someone wants to assassinate someone, they have to know their itinerary in advance. In the current situation, even he himself doesn't know where he is going next. It is purely a matter of whim.
If you enter Orkhon City, you should naturally be extremely careful and treat it with caution.
Now, looking at this simple-minded Mongolian man in front of me, I don't know why, but I feel completely unguarded.
Atulu led the way and said: "It's just a bit messy. If you don't mind it..."
"No, no, no!"
Zhu Qizhen put his hands behind his back and said, "It's our first time here, so naturally we want to make some friends."
When Atulu heard this, his smile became even brighter and he said: "Our tents are not as strong as your Han people's houses, but they are comfortable to live in. Next time you come to Mobei, come directly to me!"
The tent door curtain was raised, and there was a woman and two and a half-year-old children inside.
Atulu said something in Mongolian, and the two children trotted out. The woman turned around and brought a tray with an iron kettle and several tea bowls on it.
Immediately afterwards, she muttered something, Artulu nodded, and then said to Zhu Qizhen: "Let's eat roasted whole lamb for lunch today!"
Zhu Qizhen is a little embarrassed. He is here to do business. He has not bought anything yet. They have arranged a roast whole lamb meal first. It seems that the Mongolian friend is very arrogant...
Atulu sat cross-legged on the ground, picked up the iron pot, and poured out the milky white juice.
"Master Huang, try our kumiss first!"
Zhu Qizhen was not polite and followed his example, sitting cross-legged.
"Brother Atulu, don't call me Mr. Huang, it's too annoying."
"What's that called?"
"Just call me brothers. We are all brothers in the world. Come on, have a drink!"
Zhu Qizhen picked up the wine bowl and drank it in one gulp.
Seeing that the other party was so happy, Atulu was even more sincerely happy and said: "Good brother, do it!"
Yuan Bin stood aside, his face full of bitterness.
If you drink it when someone brings it to you, you are so brave!
Have you forgotten that bowl of fish soup?
When Atulu looked up, he saw Yuan Bin's dark face and thought it was because he didn't toast to others.
"Brother, let's sit together and drink!"
Yuan Bin didn't know what to say, so he shook his head.
It's not that he doesn't want to drink, it's that he doesn't dare.
If you are unfamiliar with this place, who knows what kind of changes will happen?
Zhu Qizhen knew it clearly, so he said: "He can't drink, he... has gout, you know, his whole body hurts when he drinks!"
Yuan Bin forced a smile, nodded, and thought to himself, if you say gout, just gout...
Aturu nodded as if understanding, and said: "Then just wait to eat meat. If you eat more meat, it won't hurt!"
Zhu Qizhen picked up the wine bowl, drank it all in one gulp, then smashed it into his mouth and said, "It tastes good, but it's too bland."
Atulu chuckled and said: "The wine is too strong, I'm afraid you won't be able to drink it."
You two had a bowl and I had a bowl. After a while, the bottom of the pot of kumiss had been reached.
Arturu couldn't help but re-examine the man in front of him. He seemed to be somewhat polite, but he had a surprisingly good drinking capacity.
Moreover, his acting style is very free and easy, and he does not look like a businessman doing business.
"Good brother, just wait!"
After saying that, Atulu stood up and walked out of the tent.
Yuan Bin suddenly became nervous, came to the tent door, opened a crack, and quietly looked out.
I saw Arturu coming out of the small tent next to him, holding a jar in his arms, which seemed to be wine.
Yuan Bin calmly returned to Zhu Qizhen, and Atulu's rough voice came from the door: "My friend is here and there is good wine. I have been hiding this wine for a year and I am not willing to drink it!"
Zhu Qizhen asked: "What kind of wine is this?"
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Aturu slapped open the mud seal, and the whole tent was immediately filled with a strong aroma of wine.
Zhu Qizhen took a breath and said: "Xinghua Village!"
"Brother Huang, you are so knowledgeable, you are Xinghua Village!"
Arturu was very excited, filled two wine bowls, and said: "Last year, a wine merchant from Shanxi came here to do business, and I bought it at a big price!"
Zhu Qizhen picked up the wine bowl, put it under his nose, smelled it, and said, "It's pretty good, aged Xinghuacun."
There are all kinds of good wines in the palace, and Xinghua Village is also the most mellow. In comparison, the quality of this jar of wine is still a bit poor, and the vintage does not seem to be very sufficient.
However, it is already rare in a place like this.
But I don’t know how much money Arturu spent to buy it, but today he was willing to take it out and share it with himself.
"Come and try it!"
Aturu picked up the wine bowl and was very enthusiastic.
Zhu Qizhen also picked it up, took a careful sip, and exclaimed: "It's soft in the mouth, sweet in the mouth, and has a lingering fragrance, like a fair lady, lightly combed and lightly made up, good wine, good wine!"
Atulu's face was already flushed, and he asked: "Brother Huang misses a girl? Do you want me to introduce you to some girls on the grassland?"
"No...that's not what I meant!"
Zhu Qizhen didn't know how to explain it for a while. It was just a metaphor...
Atulu smiled meaningfully and said, "Men, when they go out, they understand everything!"
Zhu Qizhen didn't know what to do and was a little embarrassed.
A scent of aroma came to my nose, and I saw Atulu's wife carrying a big tray, with a whole sheep on it!
Yuan Bin hurried over to help and brought the roasted whole lamb over, and the aroma became even stronger.
Atulu picked up the knife, cut a large piece of meat from the lamb leg, and placed it on the plate in front of Zhu Qizhen.
“Try our roast lamb!”
When he was holding the knife, Yuan Bin kept a close eye on him the whole time. He felt relieved when he saw that he didn't do anything unusual.
Zhu Qizhen picked up the lamb leg and it was still steaming, so he blew on it and put it in his mouth.
Suddenly, the aroma filled the mouth and oil flowed down the side of the mouth. The feeling was simply indescribable.
Atulu cut another large piece and placed it on the tray in front of Yuan Bin.
"Come on, you can eat too!"
Yuan Bin looked confused and didn't know what to do.
Zhu Qizhen smiled at him and said, "Have a try. It's much more delicious than the mutton you eat in the capital!"
Yuan Bin had no choice but to say, "How about love? I don't care."
If something goes wrong, I'll die together with you. How can I hold back such delicious meat...
After making up his mind, he picked up the mutton on the tray and started chewing it.
When Atulu saw this, he was even more happy. He ate a big mouthful of meat and drank a big bowl of wine. Wouldn't it be a pleasure?
Zhu Qizhen ate several pieces of mutton in a row and drank almost all the wine. He suddenly said: "I heard that many people have great opinions on the current emperor. Everyone misses the old days. At that time, I followed the Grand Master.
How beautiful?”
"Master Ye Xian? Haha..."
Aturu's face was red, and he was a little drunk, and he smiled and said: "It's a fart first!"
Zhu Qizhen was stunned, could this be possible?
Atulu continued: "Brother, you Han people don't understand. Our past life was very difficult!"
The Mongols are a nation on horseback, and they only respect the strong.
Zhu Qizhen swept across the desert, killed Ye Xian with his own hands, and completely destroyed Oara.
From then on, the people of Wala discovered that the grasslands did not belong to them, and the world was not theirs to touch.
I thought I could only be a slave of the Han people from now on, but I didn't expect that this was not the case.
With an imperial edict from the emperor, countless Wala people were settled down, and the court assigned them tasks, such as mining, work, or reclaiming wasteland... If they were unwilling to do either, they could continue to herd.
It's just that the pastures now are designated, so you can't just roll up your tent and go wherever you want like before.
Then, they were surprised to find that as long as they worked hard, they could get money.
With money, you can buy grain, salt, cotton cloth, and even pig iron!
In the past, pig iron was a contraband and was strictly prohibited from being circulated among the people. If anyone was found to have sold pig iron to the Mongols, it would be a light punishment to be beheaded directly. Three tribes, or even nine tribes, would be killed at every turn!
If the Mongols want to get pig iron, they have only one way: grab it!
Robbery also comes with a price, and sometimes, it is normal to lose one's life for a piece of iron pot.
On the grassland, a life is far less valuable than an iron pot.
But now, as long as you have money, you can easily buy pig iron.
It is not difficult to get money. As long as you are willing to work hard, you can earn money.
In the past, this kind of life was unimaginable to them.
"Stop talking about this and drink!"
Aturu picked up the wine bowl and drank it in one gulp.
Zhu Qizhen also took a sip and said: "But you are Mongolians after all."
Atulu was happy: "Is there any difference between Mongols and Han people? In front of the Immortal Heaven, everyone will grow old, sick and die, they are all human beings..."
Zhu Qizhen asked deliberately: "Don't you really miss the old days?"
Arturu waved his hand with his drunken eyes and said: "When the Wala people were at their most prosperous, the Tatars were overwhelmed. You know, they claim to be of golden blood, but so what?"
The golden bloodline is the descendants of Genghis Khan, also known as the golden family, and has always been regarded as orthodox on the grassland.
During the Northern Yuan Dynasty, the Tatar tribe claimed to be orthodox because their leader was of golden blood.
No matter how big and powerful the Oara people were, they could never get the status of orthodoxy. In the Yexian period, at most they were just Grand Masters.
"Brother, you said that the Grand Master is the first to be famous, right? However, my grandfather, my father, and I also went to fight first, and countless people around me died in the battle. What did they get in exchange?"
When he said this, he actually looked sad and angry, his chest heaving and angry.
"When I was here, I said that I wanted to restore the glory of Dayuan, and the warriors of the tribe were willing to fight for him. I just said that our tribe has more than 2,000 people, but in the end, only less than 200 people died!"
"Even if we snatch things from you Han people, most of them are the first ones, including his sons and those nobles of the Yuan Dynasty. We fought hard and shed blood, but in the end we only got a few cows.
Sheep, a few bolts of cloth, and meager rations."
"Your emperor of the Han people... no, now I should say, he is our emperor!"
Zhu Qizhen smiled and said: "Yes, our emperor!"
Arturu grinned widely and continued: "What is the emperor's name? Oh, yes, the orthodox emperor. You know, he is amazing because he does not treat us as slaves."
"We are now the common people of the Ming Dynasty. We no longer need to serve the nobles in the past, nor do we need to rely on them to survive. We have strength, can mine, work, farm, and herd..."
"As long as you are willing to work hard, you can earn money and support a large family. Isn't this a bad life? Why do you still miss the past?"
That night, Atulu was very drunk.
He talked a lot, venting the dissatisfaction that had accumulated in his heart for many years.
For people at the lowest level like him, there is actually no difference whether the ruler is Wala or Ming Dynasty.
When they were still here, their lives were still very hard.
After surrendering to the Ming Dynasty, there was a significant improvement.
For ordinary people, it is enough to have enough food and warm clothes.
That night, Zhu Qizhen couldn't fall asleep for a long time, because beside him, Atulu snored so loudly that he almost lifted the yurt.
I don’t know how his wife and children endured it...