Chapter 89: Swallowing thousands of miles like a tiger (1)
Mabu Silin, the leader of the Dalandaba tribe, shrank like a frightened rabbit in front of Zhao Si.
Thinking about it from his perspective, someone suddenly brought 30,000 to 40,000 fully armed cavalry - his men counted them seven or eight times, with more and more, and finally decided on 30,000 to 40,000.
Carrying tents and driving cattle and sheep, I suddenly arrived at your home and said with a smile that I was a guest. If it were you, wouldn't you be frightened?
What a pity, there are less than 10,000 men, women, and children in the Babu tribe of Dharanta.
"Life on the grassland is miserable! There is no good wine, no good tea, and even the latest snow-cream candy is hard to come by. And mosquitoes surround you day and night... Needless to say, it's really pitying to see you!" Zhao
He said with a look of pity.
After listening to the translation, Malisitai muttered in her heart, life on the grassland is indeed hard, but you know it is so hard, why do you come here so dryly? You have lived a comfortable life, so you want to come here to eat hard.
But Malisitai, who had a flattering smile on her face, said sarcastically: "This is all the arrangement of Changshengtian."
Zhao Si glanced at him and handed him a bowl of wine.
Marisitai took it with both hands respectfully, and the nose, the frontmost organ on his face, was immediately baptized, and the rich and mellow smell of wine made him drunk.
Immortal Drunk! The famous Immortal Drunk on the grassland!
Malisitai's hands were trembling slightly. If his dignity hadn't stopped him at the end, his saliva would have flowed back into a river.
Ever since he drank it once in the royal tent of Chief Albati, he was conquered by this rich and fragrant wine.
That kind of ecstasy, the feeling that I am the only one in the eight wastelands, is more satisfying than becoming the leader of the Dalandaba tribe and marrying the most beautiful flower of the Dalimi tribe.
However, this "immortal drunkenness" was too expensive, and his financial strength was limited. Marisitai's extravagant thoughts were suppressed by the word "poor".
Only one kilogram can be drunk in a month. This is because Marisitai has saved many other expenses.
Holding the bowl of wine, Malisitai took a deep breath, then raised his head and drank it into his mouth in one gulp. He didn't dare to cut off the drink, as if he did, the aroma of the wine would escape.
After finishing the drink, Marisitai closed her eyes slightly and savored the feeling.
The strong liquor flows through the throat, like a sharp knife that separates the throat and falls straight into the stomach. But the liquor is also like a magic medicine from heaven, quickly healing the newly cut throat.
The pleasure of something bad coming back good again, of being lost and found again, fills my heart instantly.
The overbearing strong alcohol rushed through the stomach, causing the stomach to violently fight back. After several back and forth confrontations, a thick wine burp finally came out of the stomach.
This wine burp caused Maris's joints up and down the stage to tingle slightly, making her whole body feel comfortable. The smell of alcohol went straight to her forehead, soaking her brain in the wine.
This is the two kinds of enjoyment that the gods can experience immediately after drinking. After a while, when the alcohol becomes stronger, the feeling that the whole person seems to be floating is the highest enjoyment.
In that dizzy feeling, Marisitai felt that he was the illegitimate son of Changshengtian, the strongest man on the grassland. Even the snowfield wolves, which made everyone fearful, were just like a bunch of chickens in his eyes.
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Reach out and crush one to death, stomp your feet and trample one to death.
Looking at Mari Sitai's expression, Zhao Si asked with a smile: "Chief Mari, are you enjoying it?"
"Enjoyable!" Marisitai replied without hesitation.
"Do you want to have fun every day?"
Marisitai's eyes lit up. Could it be that this official from the Song Dynasty in the south was a fool and came to the grassland to do charity?
"I think!" Marisitai nodded sharply.
Zhao Si smiled but remained silent.
Now the Maris stand was stuck in the air and he couldn't get it down. It was like dozens of field mice had crawled into his heart, scratching him non-stop!
Marisitai calmed down and knew that pie would not fall in the sky. If you want to get benefits, you have to pay something. He hesitated for a moment, knowing that such a huge benefit would have to pay more price, so he hesitated.
But after he stopped for a while, he got drunk, and the ecstatic feeling made him extremely comfortable and comfortable. It also suddenly opened the floodgates in his heart, and his passion rushed out.
If I could drink such fine wine every day, I would still be willing to pay the price.
"The official family of the Song Dynasty, how can I have fun every day?"
"Move to our Song Dynasty." Zhao Si replied without hesitation, "You are now the leader of the Dalandaba tribe. If you move to our Song Dynasty, I will give you the official position of Xuan comfort envoy and the title of Guanglu doctor.
You can live anywhere in Xi'an, Taiyuan, Luoyang, or Kaifeng. The price of Shenxianzui in the mainland is one-tenth of that on the grassland. You can drink the wine as water."
Marisitai blinked and said, "The official family of the Song Dynasty, what about my subordinates?"
"I will give you as many acres of land as your tribe has. The property rights are yours and can be passed down to your children and grandchildren. In the future, you will have thousands of acres of land to collect rent. You will not be poor even if you sit or lie down. Goddess
If you get drunk, buy two jars a day, drink one jar, and pour one jar!"
Zhao Si's words were like Sanskrit sounds in the fog, making people's thoughts follow involuntarily. Marisitai swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva and saw a bright future, but in his heart, he still couldn't bear to part with the inheritance passed down by his ancestors.
Zhao Si had interacted with so many people in this life and in his past life. Malisitai's thoughts were almost written on his face, how could he not see it.
"Chief Mali, think about it carefully. The greatest advantage of being a tribal leader is to become a superior person, a popular drinker. But on the grassland, even if you become a superior person, so what? The life you live,
I'm afraid it's not even comparable to that of an ordinary person in Kaifeng, Xi'an."
"People can eat what they want, drink what they want, wear what they want, and play what they want. What about you, leader Ma Li? Besides mutton and mare's milk, what else do you have to eat and drink? Even if the gods are drunk, they still have to hold their hands.
Count on your fingers. And the risks are high on the grassland. For example, Mogus, the leader of the Kled tribe, was the co-leader of your nine Tatar tribes a few years ago, the distinguished King Kled. What about now?"
"I heard that he was nailed to a wooden donkey (siege vehicle) and cut into pieces with a thousand knives before he died. It was so miserable! There was also the Yefu tribe, who paid tribute a few months late and was killed.
The Khitan people captured Tyuan and incited and instigated other tribes to attack him. It was said that the leader of the tribe and his descendants were quartered by five horses, and his wife and daughter were distributed to other tribes as slaves."
Zhao Si's words made Marisitai couldn't help but feel moved.
These bloody facts did happen, and the officials of the Song Dynasty did not lie. Moreover, these people were much more powerful than themselves, and yet they ended up like this.
Even without the Khitans as troublemakers, the various tribes were still fighting each other endlessly. The Dalandaba tribe was a small tribe, and it was only by being attached to the Albati tribe that it was not swallowed up by the bloody storm on the grassland.
But the chief of the Albati tribe is not a good person. When did he have the idea to directly merge the Dalandaba tribe into the Albati tribe, wouldn't his whole family be in trouble?
The laws on the grassland are so cruel.
Useless people either go to fertile land so that lusher grass can grow in the next year and feed the cattle and sheep; or they feed the wolves so that when the wolves are full they will stop harming other people or cattle and sheep.
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But after moving to the Song Dynasty, all these dangers were useless. No matter how ignorant Malisitai was, he still knew that life in the Central Plains in the south was many times better than the grassland.
With so much land, you don’t have to worry about food and drink; with an official position, you don’t have to worry about being bullied. The most important thing is that you can live such a good life for a long time.
Seeing Marisitai, Zhao seemed to know that he was already attracted to her, but there was just one step missing.
"If the leader agrees, I plan to organize your department into Xuanwu Qimu Xieyi. You can leave two of your sons, starting with a household, a hundred households. As long as you are willing to sacrifice your life, you can work with thousands of households, ten thousand households, and even
The guards can do it. Chief, by then, you won’t have to worry about anything."
At this moment, the sound of singing rang out outside, and hundreds of people were echoing it. The officials of the Song Dynasty, with tens of thousands of soldiers and horses, were stationed around their tribe.
This thought eliminated Marisitai's last hesitation.
He poured a bowl of mare's milk, bent over and walked forward respectfully, knelt on one knee, raised the bowl, and said loudly: "Officials of the Song Dynasty, please accept Malisitai's sincerity. From now on, I will obey your orders."
, it’s like following the oracle of the Immortal Heaven.”
Zhao Si took the kumiss poured by the guard and nodded with satisfaction. This Marisitai was so honorable in what he said, and he was such a fastidious person.
Next to them, Changsun Moli, Li Gang and others looked at each other, and the officials repeated their old tricks. They had a steel knife in one hand and fine wine in the other. Everyone knew how to choose.
As soon as Marisitai returned, it was equivalent to buying a horse bone for a thousand gold, and the rest of the matter would be easier to handle.
You are a genius, remember in one second: Red Oasis: This chapter has been completed!
