"I have no personal relationship with your aunt at all...",
Chen Zhi said seriously to Hu Meng:
"She is my classmate and she did me a small favor, so I agreed to take her back to the past. This is her own wish and it is human nature."
"Hey, it's useless to say all this now...",
Humeng waved his hand hurriedly and lowered his voice to Chen Zhi and said:
"Brother Xiaozhi, remember, leave as soon as you have dinner and don't spend the night here.
If my uncle wants to provoke you, you must ignore him.
I know you are capable, but in this place, a man’s face is more important than his life. Once a fight starts, he must win~~~~ If a Mongolian man loses to a foreigner, he will lose his life~~~”
"I'll go! It's so scary...",
Upon hearing this, Fat Wei hurriedly took a few steps forward and patted Hu Meng on the shoulder:
"I'm telling you, Hu Meng, we are friends and we have a life-long friendship. I'll be quick to look at you, so don't leave us alone when the time comes~~~~"
"Okay!!" Humeng gritted his teeth and nodded.
"Don't worry about it then, I'll help you deal with it~~~~"
While Chen Zhi and the others were talking, they saw that the servants over there had already placed the dishes and invited them to come over to eat.
But for some unknown reason, Father Murte did not attend tonight, and Fu Yuanyuan did not show up either. There was no laughter at the banquet, and everyone in the family seemed to know about it.
Men, women and children all looked at the man's face, waiting for the conflict to break out...
Chen Zhi and Fat Wei awkwardly walked to the middle of the seats and sat down. The servants immediately ran over and put beef and milk pancakes on their plates.
But at this moment, there was a sudden "clang~~~" sound, and the Mongolian man slammed a large plate on the ground, breaking the plate into pieces!
The Mongolian man was in his forties or fifties, with an unshaven beard and a very rough appearance. Although he was not tall, he had a strong back and a straight nose. He was very difficult to mess with at first glance.
After breaking the plate, he pushed all the banquet items on the table to the ground, then pointed at Chen Zhi and shouted:
“Chinese, is this how you treat your guests?
We entertain you wine, meat and milk tea, but you have a private meeting with the host’s woman~~~
How dare you take the women of our Golden Family away from our tent, you are insulting us!!!"
Facing the provocation of this Mongolian man, Chen Zhi did not raise his eyes to look at him, but knocked the cup in his hand on the table~~
"I didn't have an affair with that woman. She had her own will and wanted to go home. So I took her away. It was reasonable and no one had the right to stop him!!!"
"But she is a woman from our family, she has no right to choose!" the Mongolian man shouted rudely in broken Mongolian.
"Everyone has the right to freedom of choice...",
Chen Zhi raised his head and looked at the Mongolian man in front of him with sharp eyes.
"Man is born free. This is a general rule of mankind and also the law of Mongolia. Do you think... that the Golden Family can not abide by the law?"
"this……",
When faced with the word law, the Mongolian man was speechless for a moment, and then his face turned red.
"Okay, I won't discuss the law with you...
But since this is Mongolia, we will act according to Mongolian rules. You take away the woman I like in front of my eyes, do you dare to fight me?"
After the Mongolian man finished speaking, he jumped out from behind the table with great agility, took out the knife from his waist, and stuck it on the table.
"Can you Han people know how to wrestle? Come and compete with me~~~~
We take this oath, and whoever loses will have his arm cut off to see what he can use to hug women in the future..."
After the man finished speaking, he pulled off his coat, revealing his solid muscles, and rushed towards Chen Zhi~~~
"boom------",
There was a movement of air, and the man was bounced back by the transparent airflow, and sat heavily on the ground.
After the man fell to the ground, he still didn't react. He scratched his head and jumped up.
"Why did I fall? I probably drank too much at noon and was a little dizzy. This doesn't count~~, let's do it again!!!"
Faced with such a challenge, Chen Zhi didn't wait to speak.
Suddenly, he saw Hu Meng next to him, jumped from the wheelchair with a bang, and pushed the man to the ground.
"Mrkeqi, do you think you are the number one Baturu in the clan?
You dare to challenge my friend? You are challenging me, come on, come on, I will fight you!"
After Humeng finished speaking, without hesitation at all, he rolled over and threw the man to the ground.
After the man stood up, he was so angry that he blew his nose and glared at Humeng.
"You boy, you are just a crazy little brat. Aren't you lame? You were sitting in a wheelchair just now, but now you can wrestle. How dare you throw your uncle?"
Humeng didn't back down at all, he grabbed the man's arm and started fighting with the man.
"There is no distinction between young and old in wrestling. Since you want to duel with wrestling, come on! I will wrestle with you. If anyone falls, I will cut off his arm and never hug a woman in my life!"
So, in the next few minutes, Humeng and the man began to wrestle each other desperately. Despite his age, the man was really a good wrestler, and his movements were very skillful, but Humeng did not suffer any loss, and
The men wrestled together and fought to a draw.
"Stop it~~"
Just when they were inextricably linked, a shout rang out from the crowd.
Everyone hurriedly followed the sound and saw Father Murte walking over with the support of the old manservant. Father Murte was holding his patriarch's crutch in his hand, followed by Fu Yuanyuan.
"Stop all of you, or the clan leader will punish you!"
The old manservant supported Father Murte, raised his neck proudly, and shouted to the two wrestling people:
"Everyone stand up and pat your clothes clean. Your elders have something to say to you~~~"
When the man and Humeng heard that Father Murt was coming, they stopped throwing each other and stood up quickly. They had just fought so hard that both of them were bruised and bruised, and they stood beside them with their hands hanging down.
But the man seemed unwilling to give in. He stepped over and pointed at Chen Zhi and said something in Mongolian to Mr. Murte.
Father Murte, however, reprimanded him seriously in Mongolian. Seeing this, the man no longer dared to be angry, and stepped aside, still looking at Chen Zhi fiercely~
“Go for it!!!”
Father Murte said to Fu Yuanyuan next to him, and then pointed at Chen Zhi,
"My child, there is no sun that never sets on the grassland. Your fate with the Golden Family is over. Go and return to your motherland..."
Fu Yuanyuan burst into tears when she heard this. She was wearing a very old dress, which was obviously the dress she wore in China a few years ago.
She didn't even have a package in her hand, only a transparent bag with documents. She saluted Father Murte, wiped her tears, and walked to Chen Zhi's side.
At this time, I heard Father Murte knocking the ground hard with his crutch and speaking to everyone in a stern tone.
"I now officially declare that this distinguished guest will be my Anda (friend in life and death) from now on, his arm is my arm, and his life is my life.
If you offend him, you offend me... From now on, if you challenge my distinguished guest, I will punish you according to the clan rules, and I will never be lenient. Everyone listens clearly!"
"Yes~~~"
Everyone bowed their heads and agreed.
The elders of the Mongols have the highest status among the tribe. In this case, no one dares to say anything anymore.