Chapter 335: The Qingyang Tribe of the Yi Nationality
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The arrival of the Wei people caused a slight commotion in the Yinrong camp.`
After all, the more than 500 Tiger Guards fully equipped with iron armor were still very shocking to Yin Rong, who had backward weapons.
However, with the personal greetings from the tribal chiefs and representative envoys of each tribe in the camp, the Yin Rong in the camp gradually calmed down.
During this period, Zhao Hongrun saw Du You, the Minister of Rites, negotiating with a burly Yin Rong.
It can be seen that the middle-aged Yinrong is a man with a cheerful temperament. It seems that he cannot speak in a low voice at all, and his laughter is like thunder.
"My people have set up tents for our distinguished guests, please."
"Thank you very much. I hope the friendship between the two races will last forever."
"May the friendship between the two races last forever."
"..." Seeing Du You, the Minister of Rites, and the middle-aged Yin Rong bowing to each other, a somewhat strange look appeared on Zhao Hongrun's face.
Yinrong...can actually speak the language of my great Wei?
Just when Zhao Hongrun was secretly surprised, his Sixth Prince Zhao Yuanli came to him at some point and asked with a chuckle: "Are you surprised that these people can actually speak Wei Yan... In fact, they
Not only can he speak our language, but he can also write our script."
"Really? These yin..."
Zhao Hongrun's eyes widened in surprise, and he was about to express his feelings, but before he could finish speaking, Zhao Yuanli covered his mouth.
Facing the puzzled Zhao Hongrun, Zhao Yuanli lowered his voice and said: "Don't mention Yin Rong here. That's what the people of Wei call them, and they have never recognized it."
After listening to the vague reminder from Zhao Yuanli, the uncle of the Sixth Prince, Zhao Hongrun suddenly realized that Yinrong was a derogatory name for these people in the Wei Dynasty. Come to think of it, who would be willing to use Rong as a tribal celebrity?
"You can call them Xiang." Zhao Yuanli said in a low voice as he released his hand covering Zhao Hongrun's mouth.
"籱?"
"Well, people from the Yi tribe." Zhao Yuanli nodded.
After Zhao Yuanli, the Sixth Prince's Uncle, explained it, Zhao Hongrun knew that "羱" was a special word created by the Wei State for Yinrong. Before the Yinrong tribe invaded the land of Sanchuan, the Wei State did not have this character. In other words, this character
It was generated later. In other words, it flowed in from the Yinrong side. Anyway, this word is specifically used to call the Yinrong tribe, and the Yinrong tribe also recognizes this title.
The word "籱" roughly means a tribe (ethnic group) that grazes sheep on the grassland.
The Yi tribe is an extremely ancient race in the Yin Rong. It has a longer history than the other Yin Rong tribes such as Qiang, Jiang, Jie, and Yi. It is equivalent to the existence of the Ji surname in Wei culture. Over time, it was born.
Many branch tribes.
While Zhao Hongrun was chatting quietly with Zhao Yuanli, the uncle of the Sixth Prince, Du You, the Minister of Rites, seemed to have already greeted the tribal chiefs and was ready to move into the campsite prepared for them by the Yinrong, or the Yi people.
Seeing this, Zhao Yuanli said to Zhao Hongrun: "Hongrun, are you following them or Uncle Liu?"
After hearing this, Zhao Hongrun was very puzzled: Is this sixth uncle planning to act alone?
Maybe he guessed the doubts in Zhao Hongrun's heart, Zhao Yuanli smiled and explained: "There are also friends of Uncle Liu among the Sheang people. Uncle Liu has already sent someone to contact them."
Real or fake?
Zhao Hongrun looked at Zhao Yuanli in disbelief and thought to himself that this sixth uncle really has friends all over the world. He even has friends among the Yin Rong people, no. Even among the people of the Yi tribe?
Just when he felt unbelievable, Wang Jun, the clan guard chief of the Sixth Prince Zhao Yuanli, came back from a distance, followed by a middle-aged Shen man wearing a sheepskin coat.
This middle-aged man from the Shen ethnic group looked to be in his thirties or forties. As he walked towards Zhao Yuanli, he said happily: "Ji Li, my good friend."
ha?
Zhao Hongrun was stunned for a long time after hearing this. He looked blankly at the middle-aged man of the Shen ethnic group and his uncle Zhao Yuanli, the Sixth Prince, hugged each other warmly, and then they kissed Zhao Yuanli on each other's chest.
Fist, his face was full of enthusiasm for seeing his best friend again after a long absence.
"Long time no see, my friend Amutu." Zhao Yuanli also said kindly.
On the side, Zhao Hongrun looked at him in a daze. After all, he had never met someone who would directly talk about the word "friend". Wouldn't this make him feel ashamed?
Later he learned that the customs of the Yi people were quite straightforward. If they liked or disliked a person, they would tell it directly. This was completely different from some Wei people who spoke sweet words but concealed swords in their smiles.
For example, the person in front of me, named Amutu, was a member of the Sheang tribe. It was obvious that he had a deep friendship with Zhao Hongrun's sixth uncle, Zhao Yuanli, so much so that they hugged each other as soon as they met. This kind of enthusiasm made it difficult for Zhao Hongrun to adapt.
"Let me introduce you."
Patting Amutu on the shoulder, Zhao Yuanli pointed at Zhao Hongrun and said, "This is my nephew, Ji Run. Hongrun, this is the leader of the Qingyang tribe, Amutu."
"Chief Amutu." Zhao Hongrun bowed respectfully.
He originally thought that the other party would also salute, but unexpectedly, Amutu came over and patted his chest, squeezed his hand, frowned and said: "Not a very strong little guy...but it doesn't matter.
, Delicious lamb has been prepared in the camp, eat it with ease, and you will become strong."
What's going on with this guy?
Zhao Hongrun was full of murmurs and secretly glanced at the Sixth Uncle, only to see the Sixth Uncle shrug his shoulders, to the effect that he told Zhao Hongrun: Amutu is a person with such a temperament.
Following the Sixth Prince Zhao Yuanli, Zhao Hongrun, the Zongwei, and the three daughters Princess Yulong, Mi Jiang, and Mi Rui, under the guidance of the patriarch Amutu, arrived at the Qingyang Tribe's camping site.
It was a huge sheepskin tent. Inside the tent, there were already many people from the Qingyang Tribe who were wearing thick sheepskin coats but looked unkempt. They should be the leaders of the Qingyang Tribe.
When these people saw Zhao Yuanli, they all looked happy and came up to hug Zhao Yuanli.
Zhao Hongrun quickly took a few steps back. After all, the smell of mutton on these people was quite strong to be honest.
"Uncle Six, why are they so enthusiastic about you?"
Zhao Hongrun asked in a low voice.
Zhao Yuanli heard this and explained with a smile: "Uncle Liu stayed in Qingyang in the early years and helped them with a small favor."
Before he finished speaking, a tall and powerful Qingyang tribesman stared and corrected him: "What a small favor, you are still so humble." After saying that, this person looked at Zhao Hongrun. He smiled heartily and said: "Your uncle once helped us Qingyang.
He defeated those shameless Wuyang people and took back the sheep that were snatched away by those guys. He is the benefactor of my Qingyang clan!"
"Whoa whoa--!"
The Qingyang people in the tent raised their arms and shouted, as if they were still recalling the victory.
Taking advantage of this moment, Zhao Hongrun asked Zhao Yuanli in a low voice: "Sixth Uncle, aren't you talking about Yin... Well, don't the He people fight among themselves?"
"Yes, but the prerequisite is not to rob what belongs to them... Qingyang, Wuyang, I remember there was also a white sheep. They were grazing on the same grassland at that time. The Wuyang clan insisted that Qingyang's flock belonged to them, so,
The two tribes had a fight." At this point, he added in a low voice: "Both sides did not use weapons, but sticks, so there were no sacrifices."
It turned out to be a group fight...
Zhao Hongrun suddenly realized.
At the same time, Amutu invited them to their seats.
It can be seen that this group of Yi people has some understanding of the customs of the Wei Dynasty. No, all the honorary seats on the left side have been vacated for Zhao Yuanli and Zhao Hongrun.
However, what makes Zhao Hongrun a little puzzled is that the Qingyang tribe also seems to use short tables and sit on the ground one by one.
It wasn't until Zhao Yuanli explained to Zhao Hongrun in a low voice that Zhao Hongrun suddenly understood.
Think about it, the land of Sanchuan was originally the territory of the Wei State. Hundreds of years ago, the Wei people built a city here. Although a large number of Wei people later moved eastward, the Yi people took advantage of it. But it is undeniable.
, many Yi people have inherited the Wei culture left here, such as language, writing, and the case before everyone at this moment.
At this time, Amutu, the leader of the group, said something loudly. Immediately, the tent was raised, and a group of exotic-style Sheo girls walked into the tent. They saw a huge hand in their hands.
Ceramic tile vase.
One of them, a girl from the Yi ethnic group, came to Zhao Hongrun and used the porcelain bottle in her hand to add a milky white drink to a huge horn cup on the table in front of Zhao Hongrun.
This is...goat milk wine?
Because he had done some homework beforehand, Zhao Hongrun could recognize that this milky white drink was the alcoholic beverage that the Yi people used to drink, a sweet and sour drink with a rich milky aroma.
Suddenly, Zhao Hongrun was stunned.
It turned out that when he was measuring the goat's milk wine in the cup, the Shen girl who was pouring the wine for him was blinking at him with a pair of bright eyes and smiling.
Suddenly, the girl's eyes rolled slightly, she leaned forward and whispered a few words in Zhao Hongrun's ear.
It's a pity that Zhao Hongrun didn't understand the language of the Yi people.
And just when he secretly guessed what the girl meant, his whole body trembled. It turned out that the Sheng girl gently licked his earlobe with the tip of her tongue.
…
Subconsciously reaching out to touch his earlobe, Zhao Hongrun stared dumbfounded as the Sheng girl exited the tent with her companions with a smile.
After that, he instinctively felt that the look in the eyes of the Sheo men in the tent when they looked at him, as well as the inexplicable smiles on their faces, felt a little strange.
What...what's going on?
Just when Zhao Hongrun was secretly shocked, his uncle Zhao Yuanli, the Sixth Prince, reminded him: "I usually see you as a very smart kid, so why are you so stupid now? ... What else could it be that someone has taken a liking to you? By the way.
Your boy does have a good face." After that, he lowered his voice and said with a bad smile: "In the evening, you can go to the girl just now, the Yi girl is very enthusiastic, fiery enthusiasm...
"
Is it really appropriate to say such things to my nephew?
Zhao Hongrun glanced at the Sixth Uncle with annoyance, but when he savored the fiery passion that the Sixth Uncle said, and then recalled the exotic and charming Shei girl just now, it was undeniable that he was a little excited.
.
At night...?
Zhao Hongrun smiled inexplicably.
At this moment, he suddenly heard a cold snort coming from behind him.
He turned back subconsciously.
At this time, Mi Jiang turned her head just in time, seemingly refusing to make eye contact with Zhao Hongrun.