"How is it impossible?"
Facing Batulu's astonishment, Qin Changfeng walked forward without noticing and filled himself with a bowl of fragrant braised pork.
He found a random place and sat down. The Indians around him greeted Qin Changfeng and joked.
"General Qin, I heard that you don't have a wife yet?"
"Oh, yes."
"Look at my girl. She is under thirty this year. I think she is quite suitable for you."
"Go, go, that girl of yours is obviously twenty-nine, and she's only a few days away from being thirty, and she's still pretending to be young."
"General Qin, what do you think of my girl? She is twenty this year."
A group of Indian gentlemen actually talked about matchmaking to Qin Changfeng at the dinner table. Seeing this scene, Batulu was a little confused.
First it was the meat, and then his own people actually started to want Long Yanren to be their son-in-law.
At this moment, he felt that his brain had been greatly impacted, and he could not understand why these people could treat a foreign colonist like this.
Those British and French people committed unforgivable crimes here.
Is there anything different about these Longyan people?
The reality and the original stereotype kept colliding in Batulu's mind. Finally, with his stomach rumbling, Batulu decided not to think about it for now.
Go ahead and finish the meat and eat it.
He ran over and was even more dumbfounded when he saw a barrel full of meat.
Although their tribe was a relatively wealthy place nearby, they would not eat luxury goods like meat in this way. In fact, in order to survive, they had to trade most of their meat with the Spanish in exchange for a little food.
Store it up to survive the tough winter.
Therefore, it is good for them to eat meat twice a year, and it is a small piece of meat for five or six people.
I have never been so luxurious, with a barrel of meat just sitting there.
Batulu asked Long Yan's chef in disbelief: "How much can I take?"
Long Yan's chef couldn't understand the Indian language and looked confused. At this time, the Indian eating next to him kindly said to him: "You can eat as much as you want, but one thing cannot be wasted!"
“You must not throw it away if you can’t eat it!”
Upon hearing this, Batulu exploded immediately, and it was wasted. This is meat, how can it be wasted!
Batulu shakily filled a bowl of meat and placed it on Qin Changfeng's table, gasping for air in disbelief.
What was placed in front of him was really a big bowl of meat!
Batulu stretched out his hand to grab the meat, but this barbaric and rude move was immediately stopped by others.
"What are you doing?"
"Is this how food is eaten?"
Baturu looked confused. Wasn't he eating it with his hands, or what was he eating it with?
Then he noticed two stick-like things in other people's hands and pointed at them: "Eat with these?"
The others nodded: "Yes, these are chopsticks, a good thing brought by General Qin."
Chopsticks? what is that?
Batulu was stunned. He had heard that Spain, Britain and France all used knives, forks, and spoons to eat, but he had never heard of such things as chopsticks.
Seeing Batulu staring at the meat in his bowl, but unable to eat it with his hands, the tears from the corner of his mouth were almost dripping.
Qin Changfeng laughed, and then shouted: "Take him with a spoon."
Soon, Batulu had a spoon in his hand. Although he was not using it skillfully, he at least got the meat into his mouth.
Qin Changfeng glanced at him and said nothing.
Batulu almost shed tears while eating, and soon the bowl was gone.
But my stomach said there was not enough food.
He looked at the wooden barrel containing the meat and wanted to eat it, but his legs were like cast lead and he didn't know how to move.
At this time, he saw the Indian who was eating at the same table with him and brought another bowl over.
He put it in front of his face and started eating, but he didn't know that his random move caused a storm in Batulu's eyes.
"What are you doing? Why can you eat two bowls of this meat?"
The man was stunned. It didn't look like he could eat it. He said, "Is there any problem?"
This sentence gently awakened Batulu's sleeping mind.
Qin Changfeng said calmly from the side: "Eat whatever you want."
When these words fell into Batulu's ears, his pupils suddenly shrank. He finally knew why the Longyan people could take his own people for their own use.
Why do those Indians regard the Longyan people as their own people instead of outsiders?
More of a colonist!
This group of Longyan people, at least Qin Changfeng, regarded these Indians as his family.
Do you still need to be so cautious when eating by yourself?
It’s not just about eating when you want and drinking when you want.
Batulu put down the bowl, and a convinced smile appeared on the resolute face of this nearby Indian chief.
Then he stood up and made a gesture that only the local Indians could understand.
This action represents surrender.
This kind of surrender was not the result of the British and French relying on force to force these Indians to surrender.
This kind of surrender is something the chief will do only if he truly approves of it.
"Long Yanren, you have convinced me!"
"From now on, we, Baturu, are willing to surrender to you Dragon Flame people!"
The Indians eating nearby saw this scene and dropped their chopsticks in shock.
Some of them didn't know what happened at the door, but when they heard these three words, Baturu, they were like thunder!
Batulu was also a very prestigious tribe before the colonists arrived. After the colonists arrived, they showed off their guns and artillery. Forced by death threats, some large tribes chose to surrender.
But Batulu never surrendered, and even vowed to fight these colonists to the end.
His tribe was also united, but suffered a devastating blow. It is said that his only son was killed in the battle, and countless young men and women in the tribe were killed and injured.
He himself was captured by the French.
But Batulu was never discouraged, even in France's cell, he did not surrender.
But at this moment, this iron-clad man actually showed his surrender.
Surrender to the Longyan people!
Qin Changfeng was stunned. He didn't expect that the Indian chief would surrender like this.
"General Qin, your policy towards our Indians is..." Batulu didn't know what words to use to praise.
Qin Changfeng smiled and waved his hand: "This is not my credit."
Batulu was stunned. Everyone knew that Qin Changfeng Yuncheng was the city lord. All Long Yan's orders must have come from him, but why didn't he admit it?
"Who is that? General Qin, you are the city lord of Yuncheng. If it weren't for you, who would give such an order?"
Qin Changfeng exhaled a sigh of relief as he recalled that Lord Long Yan, the man who single-handedly promoted Long Yan's prosperity.
"I'm just following orders."
"The person who actually issued such an order is our Chief Assistant of Long Yan, Mr. Liu Zheng Liu!"
