The show of the Yao King recruiting Ding Yi was very grand. Not only did the housewife come out to accompany the guests, but he also sent a salt letter, and invited several Yao people from Liannan to come over. Salt has a special status in the Yao people. The Yao people usually do not produce salt, but they cannot lack salt. The Yao people have to pay a relatively large price to get salt. Therefore, salt is a great gift from the Yao people to the Daogong and his close relatives. Anyone who receives the "salt letter" must throw away no matter how important it is and go to the appointment on time.

Ding Yi was naturally very moved, because in this way he could discuss everything with the leaders of the Yao tribe on Mengshan, without having to go to Lianshan again. As for specific and cooperation, there was no need to let Ding Yi, Jing Xibo from Guangxi, Yongzhen, go there personally. Even Du Ziteng, who had already looked like a general, had no choice but to do such a practice after his training.

Whether it is Fatty Wen, who is thicker than the city wall, or Zhu Yong, who comes from a general family, they are all qualified to do this. In fact, the kindness of King Yao's wolves sent by the team to pick up Ding Yi and the others. When the team of wolves saw Ding Yi, they immediately turned over and got off the horse.

In the Yao people, this is usually a etiquette that only elders have.

"After drinking oil tea, please drink wine, one bowl of sparse, two bowls of kiss, three bowls of sincere feelings!" King Yao sat there, laughing and raised the bowl to persuade Ding Yi to drink wine. There were many plates of snacks for wine on the table, including pine pupa, kudzu pupa, wild bee pupa, bee pupa, etc. This was washed, put it in the oil pan and stir-fry until golden brown before taking it.

Ding Yi was a little uncomfortable, but after all, he was a special forces, and he was in the wild. What's the point? What do you mean to come to King Yao to talk about borrowing troops? It's not okay to eat it, so he stretched out his chopsticks and took one, throw it into his mouth and chewed it, but he was quite surprised because it tasted extremely crispy and was better than fennel beans with wine.

"Jing Xibo, are you used to drinking the Yao people's wine?" Yao King could speak a mandarin language, although he had a little accent. At least Ding Yi didn't have much difficulty hearing it. He watched Ding Yi calmly drank oil tea and ate fried pupa. But he became happy, because in his impression, Han officials looked down on the food of these Yao people very much.

Ding Yi's answer was to raise his head and drink all the wine in the bowl. The Yao people's alcohol content was not too high. At least for Ding Yi himself, drinking three bowls was not necessarily difficult, and then neither he nor Yao King did not drink anymore. In fact, except for those who are seriously addicted to alcohol, drinking was not because of happiness or sadness, then it was just an attitude.

Of course, strictly speaking, happiness or sadness is actually an attitude. Ding Yi drank three bowls in a row, just showing that he had no malice in his coming out, and he did not intend to stand in a condescending position to issue commanders to King Yao. He put his position on an equal level.

The King Yao's advice to drink was not to drink, but to worry. The age of Yao was very long for people of this era. He had experienced too many things, including being deceived by the Han government, implicated by the rebels, exploited by others... and so on. At this age, Yao no longer cared about verbal things because he knew very well that he was not the smartest sage in the world, and there were many ways to deceive himself that could not be distinguished, so he trusted his intuition more.

When Ding Yi drank three bowls of wine, King Yao felt that Ding Yi was a good person.

It's not because Ding Yi can drink, dare to drink, and his face remains unchanged after drinking, but because King Yao, who can learn Chinese, knows very well what the concept of title like Jing Xibo and Yongzhen Guangxi represents: soldiers, land, food, and people. Ding Yi has mastered such resources and is willing to eat fried pupae and drink, let alone a third-rank civil servant, the earl of Guangxi in Yongzhen, even a county magistrate, has never seen anyone like Yao people.

Then even if Ding Yi was going to lie to him, at least he was still very sincere. Then King Yao would like to listen to someone else and see if it was a scam.

"This cloth is very beautiful." Ding Yi praised the Yao people's local cloth dyed and woven by himself, but said to the Yao King, "It's sold too cheaply. Next, the price of cloth in Heping Yuefu in Wuzhou Prefecture will plummet. Someone invented a loom. Using it to weave cloth will allow one person to surpass ten people or even more people, so the price of cloth will drop. Yao's cloth should be sold as a handicraft."

King Yao's old eyes shone with brilliance, and he was attracted by Ding Yi's words. Ding Yi not only proposed his own advantages, but also proposed a solution to him. Although he still didn't understand what a handicraft was, it did not prevent him from asking Ding Yi: "Isn't there any fewer people who buy it for expensive sales?"

Ding Yi picked up a small stone from the ground, pulled the jade on his belt, and said to King Yao: "If you can sell this stone as jade, even the worst jade will be more valuable than the stone; the person who buys the jade is not the same group as the person who buys the stone... The old man misunderstood that Zhu Jing is good at such matters. If the old man is interested, he can send Mrs. Zun to discuss the matter with Zhu Jing, and he should get something."

King Yao nodded as he heard this, but the young Yao man standing beside him gradually became ugly.

After eating this meal, King Yao invited Ding Yi to rest in the prepared house. After all, he was old and King Yao could not support him for a long time. The old man had to take a nap for a while, and the leaders of the tribes who sent a salt letter to invite had not arrived yet. It was not time to talk about the serious matters.

Ding Yi did not urge him, but when the young man next to King Yao, the son of King Yao, led the way to rest, something unpleasant happened. Because Fatty Wen had a conflict with several Yao youths, Fat Wen was preparing to fight the five Yao youths one by one.

"What's going on?" Ding Yi frowned as he looked at it. King Yao's son also pulled the young people away. He had a good feeling for Fatty Wen. Fatty Wen had been here a few times before and had a good relationship with the people in the Yao village. Otherwise, he would not have taken the wolf soldiers back.

But after listening to the narratives of several young people, the Yao King's son's sword-like lips pursed, and when he looked at Ding Yi's eyes, he felt a lot of malice. The Yao people were more straightforward than the Han people. If they hate someone, they would show it very directly.

On this side, Fatty Wen was reporting to Ding Yi about the reason for the conflict: "The First Company of the Guard Battalion was building fortifications, so they did not agree, saying that they were responsible for the safety when they arrived in Yao Village. They said that we did this, but they just didn't trust them. Young Master, the fat man would just take care of this." Ding Yi nodded and said nothing.

"Deng Jia's life is very expensive, you are doing something wrong." Fatty Wen said to King Yao's son. He shook his head and looked at Ding, and said to King Yao's son, "Fatty is here, so you are responsible for food and drink. Even if you die in the mountains, it's his life, but my nephew's young master cannot do it, the whole people of Guangxi..."

The son of King Yao impatiently interrupted the fat man: "Okay, don't say anything more." Then he took those young men and the wolf soldiers who had just sent Ding Yi away. This was incredible for any second-generation Han official on the land of China, even if he was a county magistrate or the son of a chief clerk, he was unbelievable. No matter how arrogant he was, he was dissatisfied. Even if his father was about to turn against the other party and impeach him, he would at least have to explain a few words or two of his scenes, scold his subordinates, etc.

But for Deng Jiaming Yigui, he had his own principles and standards for dealing with things, and reasons for being angry. When he left with those people, he did not even be in front of them to hide his dissatisfaction with Ding Yi: "I don't like him, that Han official." He had his reasons, "My father called him Jingxibo, what did that official call my father? Old man! Even if you can't speak Chinese, you know what this means! He does not respect my father, he looks down on us, and there is no difference from other Han officials."

"That high-ranking official looks like a scholar, and I don't think he is as good as that fat man!" Someone said this, and someone immediately agreed, "The fat man is very good. The last time I came, I compared him to archery, and he was very fond of him." Some even said, "Forget it, that high-ranking official is afraid that he will cry if he falls..."

At this time, a coughing sound came from behind. Everyone turned around, but found that Yao King was standing there with his hands behind his back. Looking at these young people of the Yao tribe, Yao King sighed: "Don't talk nonsense in front of the guests, don't deceive others' youth. They have high generations. You should be respected by elders. Do you remember? Also, you are not allowed to flirt with Jing Xibo and still play with fists. No one is going to do such a thing with the elders, which will make the guests laugh to death. When it is heard, people will laugh at them. We Yao people are ignorant barbarians. Okay, go and get some prey. In the evening, the leader from Liannan will come over to greet them."

The young people responded one after another, took their own bows and arrows, and went to the forest. Deng Jiaming Yigui also wanted to go with them, but was stopped by King Yao and signaled him to follow him. Although King Yao was old and was not very energetic, he walked in the mountains all year round, and his waist and legs were strong. When he reached a cliff, he found a stone to sit down and signaled Deng Jiaming Yigui to sit down.

"The Han people have the rules of Han people. It's not that Jing Xibo doesn't respect us. You sit and listen to me." Lao Yao King looked at the declining plants and trees in the mountains, just like his gradually withering life. This section is happening irreversibly. He finally wants to hand over the Yao people's village to his son's hands, or, after his death, the other Yao tribes will elect a new Yao king, but no matter what, this is his tribe. "Don't care about these things. It depends on what Jing Xibo gave to Yao people. Do you understand?"
Chapter completed!