At noon the next day, Jiang Fan came to another world from his own world.
Because he was responsible for receiving the envoys from the Prairie Golden Tent, Jiang Fan did not go to the government office, but directly put on his official uniform, then got on the official sedan and headed towards the city gate.
It's a bit ridiculous to say that this is the first time Jiang Fan has actually put on this official robe of the Zhou Dynasty since he became a city captain.
During the previous period, Jiang Fan always traveled in plain clothes. Even when he went to the government office for duty, he never wore official uniforms.
If the city guard Gu Yan didn't say anything, others would not dare to ask Jiang Fan for this kind of thing, so that since he became the captain of Heyang City, Jiang Fan has become the only official who does not wear official uniforms.
Except for Jiang Fan, all the other ceremonial guards responsible for the reception had been arranged in the morning. Even the crown prince Zhou He had left the city in advance. Only Jiang Fan, the person responsible for hosting the reception, had not yet arrived.
The people of Heyang City also knew that a delegation from the Grassland Golden Tent would arrive today.
The interaction that occurs once a year makes the people of Heyang City not too curious, and clear hatred can be seen in the eyes of many people.
The prairie golden account plundered the Zhou Dynasty almost every year.
Those grassland people not only broke into the Zhou Dynasty to plunder property, but also robbed people and took them back to the grassland to serve as slaves. They even used slaves as a source of food when there was a serious shortage of food.
In short, in the years since the founding of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the hatred between the people and the Golden Tent on the Grassland has been so deep that it is almost impossible to resolve it.
In the eyes of Zhou people, the people living in the Golden Tent on the grassland were a group of barbarians, just like the barbarians in the Shiwan Mountains in the south, they were a savage species.
In the eyes of Prairie Golden Tent, Dazhou is just a piece of plump and tender meat. When he wants to eat it, he has to open his big mouth and take a big bite.
When Jiang Fan arrived outside the city gate in a sedan, the guard of honor had already been set up to welcome him.
Zhou He rode on the horse and went straight to the sedan. He said helplessly: "You really didn't show up until the last moment. Just now you went to the horse to report back. The envoy from the Prairie Golden Tent is already less than five miles away from Heyang. I was thinking about it."
If you still haven’t come, I’ll arrange for someone to find you as soon as possible.”
"Don't you need to be so anxious, young prince? Isn't it time to catch up? After all, we are the envoys of the Prairie Golden Account. If we take care of you too carefully and have an impeccable attitude, we will make the people unhappy."
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Jiang Fan walked out of the sedan, also mounted a horse that had been prepared, and said with a smile.
"That's different. Hatred belongs to hatred, and national etiquette belongs to national etiquette. Our reception represents the Great Zhou Dynasty, so it cannot be neglected."
Zhou He obviously disagreed with Jiang Fan's point of view and shook his head.
"However, many times, your humility and courtesy will only be regarded as a sign of weakness and bullying. Didn't you know that the young prince has ever gone into the mountains to hunt ferocious beasts?"
Jiang Fan suddenly changed the topic.
Zhou He was stunned for a moment, then continued to shake his head and said: "No, I have never practiced martial arts. It would be too dangerous to enter the mountain rashly. Even if there are guards following, there is no guarantee that there will be no problems. So the ferocious ones I have seen
Wild beasts are basically dead."
"Then the young prince probably doesn't know that when you encounter a ferocious beast in the mountains, you must always keep your eyes on the beast, and at the same time show strong vigilance and aggression with your body posture. Only in this way can the beast be
It creates an emotion of fear. But if you dodge your eyes and let the beast think that you are not as powerful as it thinks, the beast will probably knock you down and tear you into pieces."
Jiang Fan said with a smile.
Zhou He understood what Jiang Fan meant and could only say helplessly: "Prairie people are not wild beasts."
"Robbing the people of the Zhou Dynasty as slaves, and even using slaves as food, to be able to do such a thing... I think it is no different from wild beasts."
Jiang Fan's statement actually did not give Zhou He face.
But anyway, no one else around dared to eavesdrop on the conversation between the two, not to mention that Zhou He himself hated the prairie people very much, so he remained silent about Jiang Fan's statement.
Although I quite agree with it in my heart, because I have to be responsible for receiving the envoys after all, I can't agree with it at least on the surface.
The two of them were chatting like this one after another, and after a while, they saw a large motorcade appear in sight.
Lin Wanqing, who was next to Jiang Fan, suddenly raised his head with curiosity, wanting to see more clearly.
She had never seen what prairie people looked like, so it was normal for her to have such a reaction.
Soon, the motorcade arrived outside the main gate of Heyang City.
The team of nearly a thousand people, most of them prairie elites, was dragging a dozen carts and an extremely luxurious tent!
That's right, it's the kind of tent that prairie people live in every day.
The area of the tent seemed to be at least thirty or forty square meters, fixed on the cart board, and pulled by sixteen horses.
As the team stopped, the tent door was also opened.
A rough man with a beard, accompanied by a skinny old man, walked out of the tent.
Zhou He stopped chatting with Jiang Fan, got off his horse, and walked forward with a smile on his face.
"Welcome our friends from the grassland who have come from afar."
Zhou He opened his arms, and the rough man hugged Zhou He.
The corresponding reception official from Heyang had already come forward to introduce Zhou He's identity to the rough man and the old man.
There were also people from the envoys who stepped forward to introduce the identities of the rough man and the old man to Zhou He.
The rough man is the eighth son of the Great Khan of the Golden Horde and the eighth prince of the Golden Horde on the grassland, Batu A Shilan.
As for the skinny old man, his status is even more noble. He is the national preceptor of the Prairie Golden Horde and the contemporary pope of the Immortality Sect. He is known as the wisest man of the Prairie Golden Horde, Nasutu.
When the people from the mission introduced their identities, they added a lot of adjectives as prefixes.
Jiang Fan couldn't help but curl his lips when he heard this, knowing that this was a phenomenon that could easily happen under the slavery system.
As rulers have a higher status, they will naturally add many titles that sound unclear and powerful to themselves to show their power and transcendence.
"His Royal Highness the Eighth Prince, His Royal Highness the National Preceptor, this is our Lord Jiang Fanjiang, the city captain of Heyang City. Lord Jiang will be responsible for receiving this visit of your delegation. Although Lord Jiang is young, he is extremely capable.
Within a short period of time when I served as the captain of Heyang City, I have managed Heyang City in an orderly manner, which earned me the respect of my father."
After exchanging a few words with Batu Azilan and Nasutu, Zhou He pulled Jiang Fan over behind him and introduced him with a smile.
Batu A's lion-blue gaze followed Jiang Fan to Lin Wanqing beside him, and his eyes suddenly sparkled!