When talking about this dispatch of troops, Burigude was not worried. In his opinion, this war was destined to be won. Maybe next time he saw him he would no longer be a centurion but a commander of thousands.
Seeing Burigude's high-spirited look, Zhu Shenzui couldn't attack him. He could only say a few words to let him be careful. After all, swords and guns are blind on the battlefield, and no matter how brave a general is, he will inevitably be injured. He didn't want a Mongolian general he finally got to know to be lost on the battlefield like this.
As long as Burigude can come back alive, what does it matter about the outcome of the war? With Burigude here, Zhu Shenzui will have a reliable trade route when he comes to the grassland in the future. This is the most important thing for him.
The specific transactions will be handled by the people below. Zhu Shenzui and Burigude are not worried about this. This transaction is also a win-win situation. Through the transaction, Buri Gude took a lot of advantage from Zhu Shenzui, and Zhu Shenzui actually did not suffer any loss. It was just a difference between making more and less. Through this, Buri Gude took advantage of Zhu Shenzui. Gude's relationship is far more worthwhile to Zhu Shenzui than selling these goods.
While chatting, the transaction outside ended. When Burigude's people and Ma Shizhou returned to the yurt and reported the completion of the transaction, Burigude felt even more comfortable.
In a good mood, he greeted Zhu Shenzui warmly and said that he would treat Zhu Shenzui and his friends to roast whole lamb tonight. Firstly, he congratulated the completion of the transaction, and secondly, he also thanked Zhu Shenzui and hoped that he would treat him first every time he came to the grassland in the future. Find yourself.
That night, in Burigude's camp, the enthusiastic Burigude not only invited Zhu Shenzui, but also found two centurions who were friends with the tribe to accompany him.
Several people were drinking wine and devouring roasted whole lamb. In addition, Zhu Shenzui specially prepared some other delicacies for them. This dinner was extremely enjoyable.
When the mood came, he inevitably drank too much. The half-drunk Burigude even started dancing himself. One centurion hummed a Mongolian long tune, another beat the rhythm happily, and even Zhu Shenzui also Being pulled off the stage by Burigude, he started dancing and dancing like Burigude.
Seeing Zhu Shenzui's somewhat awkward dance moves, everyone burst into laughter, and the atmosphere at the scene reached its peak.
Men and men, even one Ming Dynasty and three Mongolians, the best way to get closer to each other is nothing more than this. After this big drink, everyone who was drunk became good friends. The other two centurions were full of praise for the rice and other delicacies specially prepared by Zhu Shenzhui today.
In front of Burigude, they patted their chests and assured Zhu Shenzui that even if Zhu Shenzui came to their tribe in the future, they could go to them if Burigude was not around. As friends, they would definitely treat him well.
Zhu Shenzui's drinking capacity is very good, but compared with these Mongolians, he is still a little behind. He drank too much kumis today. After the banquet, Zhu Shenzui said goodbye to Burigude and others reluctantly and returned. When his yurt arrived, he dove in, laid down on the thick blanket with frivolous steps, and subconsciously reached out to grab the water bag placed aside.
I grabbed the water bag, opened the lid and drank from it, but I didn't expect that there would be no water in it after only two sips.
Shaking the empty water bag vigorously, Zhu Shenzui stood up to look for water, but he felt so dizzy that he couldn't get up, so he shouted outside the yurt.
After the shouting ended, a thin shadow came in from outside for a moment. After entering, he knelt down and lay motionless over there.
The lights in the yurt were dim, and Zhu Shenzhui couldn't see clearly who was coming. His mouth was dry and he asked for water again, but the other party didn't make any move.
Shaking his head, Zhu Shenzui looked hard, and then he saw clearly that the person kneeling over there was not his, but the youngest of the three slaves given to him by Burigude.
Compared with yesterday, after Ma Shizhou washed them, the slave smelled much lighter. His dirty clothes had also been changed, and he looked cleaner than before.
"Water! I want to drink water!" Because he drank too much, Zhu Shenzui's attention was a little distracted, and he didn't bother to ask why he came in, so he changed his words and said in Mongolian.
The little slave understood and responded quickly, walked backwards out of the yurt, and came back a moment later with a water bag in his hand.
"Master, drink water..." The little slave knelt down and came to Zhu Shenzui. He held the water bag in both hands and handed it to Zhu Shenzui. However, Zhu Shenzui was a little drunk now, and his eyes were in a trance. The next time he stretched out his hand, he failed to grab the water bag, and his whole body shook.
The little slave was startled. He quickly helped Zhu Shenzui, opened the cork of the water bag after hesitating, and carefully brought the water bag to Zhu Shenzui's mouth.
In a daze, Zhu Shenzui felt this, and he didn't care about anything. He opened his mouth and drank heavily under the service of the little slave. After drinking several sips of water, he felt more comfortable. After stopping, Zhu Shenzui Zhui let out a long breath, closed his eyes and closed his clothes, then lay down, and soon started snoring.
Seeing Zhu Shenzui sleeping so deeply, the little slave knelt beside him and did not leave. He stuffed the water bag and held it in his arms, then stayed in the yurt and waited quietly for Zhu Shenzui.
That night, Zhu Shenzui, who seldom dreamed, had a messy dream. In the dream, he seemed to be wandering in a desert. This desert was so big that there was no end in sight. The scorching sun in the sky was scorching people. Tired and thirsty. He stumbled around in the desert for a long time without finding a way out. Zhu Shenzui was so anxious that he was very thirsty. At this moment, the nectar from the sky made Zhu Shenzui drink a full gulp. After drinking, he continued on his way until he was thirsty. At that moment, the nectar reached his mouth at the right time, making him feel happy...
This strange dream lasted all night. It was not until Zhu Shenzui woke up the next day that he found himself lying in the yurt.
Shaking his head, which was still a little sore from drinking too much last night, Zhu Shenzui opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was the little slave sitting on his knees not far from him.
For a moment, Zhu Shenzui was in a daze. He couldn't remember why this little slave was in his yurt? But when his eyes fell on the water bag held in the little slave's arms, Zhu Shenzui remembered what he had experienced in his dream. He tried to remember again, and then he vaguely remembered that he seemed to have come back after drinking too much, and he seemed to be shouting again. The little slave brought himself water.
No wonder my dreams are so strange, and when my mouth is dry, I will feel the sweetness falling from the sky. It took a long time because the little slave had been waiting beside him all night and fed him water when he saw him calling for water in his dream.
Shaking his head with a wry smile, Zhu Shenzui couldn't help but laugh at himself, and at the same time subconsciously looked at the little slave.
He had never looked carefully at the three slaves Burigude gave him before. Moreover, the three slaves were so dirty that they could not see their faces clearly.
Now, because he had been washed and had changed into clean clothes, he could see what the other party looked like.
This little slave looked to be eleven or twelve years old at most. He had a standard Mongolian face, with slender eyes, a large face plate, high cheekbones, and a flat nose.
Maybe it was because the slave had not had enough to eat for a long time, so he looked very thin. After waiting beside Zhu Shenzui all night, the little slave was already exhausted. He was holding the water bag and shaking his thin body slightly, with his head and the chicken pecking at each other. He dozed off bit by bit like rice.
Zhu Shenzui stretched his body, but as soon as he moved, the little slave suddenly woke up.
When he saw that Zhu Shenzui was awake and looking towards him, a trace of panic suddenly flashed across the face of the little slave. He hurriedly knelt down to Zhu Shenzui and kowtowed, mumbling in his mouth. He asked his master for forgiveness in Mongolian.
"Okay, stop kowtowing and get up." Although Zhu Shenzui belonged to the clan, his family had long been in ruins. He had not had many servants since he was a child, and he had never been served like this.
Although he knew that in Mongolia, slaves were the lowest existence, and the value of a slave was probably not as good as that of a sheep.
Ma Shizhou once told Zhu Shenzui that when he was brought to Mongolia, he became such a slave. He worked more than cattle and horses every day, but ate worse than animals. The slave owner, the so-called master, was slightly unsatisfied. It was common for slaves to be beaten to death even if they were beaten to death by their masters.
No one cares about the life or death of a lowly slave. Such a life is simply not something people can live with. It is precisely because of this that when the little slave found that Zhu Shenzui had woken up, but he had fallen asleep while guarding his master, it was normal for him to act like this in panic.
"Come here, help me change my clothes!" Zhu Shenzui said to the little slave. The little slave looked up in horror. Seeing that Zhu Shenzui didn't seem to want to punish him, he felt a little relieved. He quickly put down the water bag and came to Zhu Shenzui's side, hands and feet Somewhat awkwardly, he helped Zhu Shenzui take off his outer robe, and then helped him put on a clean robe.
Then, Zhu Shenzui washed his face and rinsed his mouth. After doing this, Zhu Shenzui no longer looked like he was drunk yesterday and regained his usual energy.
"What's your name?" Zhu Shenzui sat down and asked the little slave.
"Go back to Master, my name is Dali."
"Dali?" Zhu Shenzui was slightly stunned, because in Mongolian, Dali means the sea. Also in the Ming Dynasty, Dalian is actually Dali, which also means the sea, but it is written because of the different pronunciation. Just arrived in Dalian.
"Yes, Master..." Darry replied, kneeling on the ground.
"What's your last name?" Zhu Shenzui asked.
"Master, slaves don't have last names." Dali replied humbly.
"You don't have a last name? Then who gave you such a name?"
"I gave him the title of master when I was young." To Zhu Shenzui's surprise, Dali gave him such an answer. Zhu Shenzui asked him with great interest why he gave himself this name.
Dali told Zhu Shenzui that because he had lived with his previous master near Beggar Haizi since he was a child, he did not know his origin and had not seen his parents since he was a child.
Because of the beggar Haizi, Dali gave himself such a name. Although the Mongolians live on the grasslands, they yearn for the sea and usually call lakes "Haizi". The same goes for Dali. He heard people talk about it After crossing the vastness of the sea, I hope in my heart that one day I can see the real sea with my own eyes.
"You did a good job last night. Tell me, Dali, what reward do you want?" Zhu Shenzui asked calmly. Although it was not Zhu Shenzui's intention for Dali to serve him all night, no matter what, this night was worth it. Darry was here, and he didn't suffer any consequences after being drunk.
Those who commit mistakes must be punished, and those who have merit must be rewarded. This has always been Zhu Shenzui's character. Although Dali was just a slave, Zhu Shenzui's soul was that of a modern man, who didn't attach much importance to class, and the other party was a poor Mongolian child, so he asked this question.
Dali was stunned for a moment, his expression seemed to be in a trance, or he didn't understand what Zhu Shenzui meant by his words.
After all, in his heart, as a slave, no matter what he does for his master, he should do it, even his own life belongs to his master. But now Zhu Shenzui's inquiry had gone beyond Dali's normal thinking, and he didn't know how to answer for a while.
Seeing that he was in a daze, Zhu Shenzui continued to ask, and Dali finally came back to his senses.
After hesitating for a moment, Dali kowtowed to Zhu Shenzhui repeatedly without saying a word, with such force that the sound of his kowtow could be heard even in the yurt covered with blankets.
"Dali, I ask you what reward you want. No need to kowtow. Just say what you want." Zhu Shenzui said with a frown.
Dali stopped and still didn't dare to raise his head. He clenched his hands and said to Zhu Shenzui in a trembling voice: "Kind master, I don't need any reward. I just hope that I can follow my master forever and serve my master well... .”
