Bansheng City, Wo Lunkuo sat in his tent.
At this time in the past, he would take a group of Mongolian armored cavalry out to hunt. Not only could they bring back prey, but they could also complete the training given by Taiji.
However, he had no intention of going out for hunting today. He sat alone on a leather mat, with a wine jar and roasted mutton placed on the low table in front of him.
The wine was brought to him by the person from the Tiger Flag who met him that night, and he fell in love with it after just one drink.
If he hadn't received many benefits from the Fan family in the past few years, with this wine alone, he would be willing to let the tiger-character flag's convoy enter the grassland and do business with their herdsmen in Bansheng City.
While he was drinking, a Mongolian armored knight wearing leather armor walked in outside the tent.
As soon as the other party came in, he said, "General, the horse bandits have been notified. I believe there will be action within half a day. Those people in the Tiger Flag will never be allowed to walk out of the grassland alive."
Wo Lunkuo nodded and said, "The matter was done well. This bowl of wine is for you."
He picked up the wine bowl on the table and handed it to the Mongolian armored knight in front of him.
"Thank you, General." The Mongolian armored cavalry stood up, took the wine bowl, put it to his mouth and drank it all in one gulp. He wiped the last part of his mouth and said, "The wine from the Southern Barbarians is still tasty enough. General, why don't you give me another bowl, this time slowly?" drink."
As he said that, he stretched out the wine bowl.
Wo Lunkuo blocked the mouth of the wine jar with one hand, and knocked away the other person's outstretched hand with his other hand, saying, "There is less than half a jar of wine left in the jar. If you want to drink Nanmanzi's wine, I have two jars left." Whatever the Fan family sent here will be given to you when the time comes."
"Forget it." The Mongolian armored knight shook his head and put the wine bowl on the low table and said, "After drinking the wine in this jar, other wines will taste tasteless."
Wo Lunkuo said angrily, "I used to drink our kumiss every day and I didn't even think that you, Senaban, would dislike it."
"That's different." Sai Naban said, "Although the wine brought by the Fan family is also brewed by Nanmanzi, it is too sour compared to the wine I just drank. It tastes as uncomfortable as having a knife scratching your throat. Like the wine I just drank, it's so strong that after one sip, it feels like a ball of fire is on fire in your stomach, which is called soothing."
Wo Lunkuo looked at the half jar of wine at hand. The wine was indeed the same as the other party said, otherwise he wouldn't be reluctant to give out one more bowl.
Without this wine comparison, the wine brought by the Fan family is not bad, and is stronger than the Mongolian kumiss. But now that there is better wine, the wine from the Fan family has become as hard to swallow as horse urine. Not as good as their kumiss.
A Mongolian armored soldier in the tent said, "My subordinates think the tiger-character flag is pretty good. At least the wine they sent is good. It's not like the Fan family who use some bad wine that no one in the South Barbarians drinks." Fool us."
Mongolians are not stupid either. They naturally know the quality of the wine brought by the Fan family. However, due to the relationship between Liaodong and Liaodong, the Ming Dynasty has begun to tighten the horse market, cutting off the Mongolians' opportunity to exchange wine from the horse market.
"You talk a lot of nonsense, some drinking would be good." Wo Lunkuo glanced at the two Mongolian subordinates in front of him, and held the wine jar in his hand tighter.
There was only half a jar of strong wine left, and he couldn't give these two people a chance to drink it secretly.
Sai Naban said, "Since the Fan family got involved with Taiwan and Kyrgyzstan, they have become more and more fooled by us. They are not even willing to part with a little good wine. Every time they come here, they give us some wine that even the southern barbarians are not willing to drink. Why don't they just give us some wine?" Let’s forget about the Fan family’s motorcade driving out of our grassland.”
"Don't talk nonsense." Wo Lunkuo glared at the other party and said, "Because of the convoy that the Fan family brought to the grassland, our herdsmen in Bansheng City can live a better life than the herdsmen in Qingcheng. Didn't you realize that you are beating yourself up? After Emperor Nanmanzi tightened the horse market, our life in Bansheng City became better and better, and more and more herdsmen from Qingcheng came to defect to us, right?"
"That's true." Senaban nodded in agreement.
The life of the herdsmen on the grasslands is as poor as that of the people at the bottom of the Ming Dynasty. After a white disaster, too many cattle and sheep were killed and injured, and it is very likely that the herdsmen of small tribes will not survive the winter.
Originally, the herdsmen on the grassland lived scattered all over the grassland, living from grass to grass. Unlike the people in the Ming Dynasty, they needed a road to guide them when traveling far away. In order to survive, many herdsmen from small tribes would choose to join other groups than themselves. A richer tribe.
In the big tent, the Mongolian armored soldier was puzzled and said, "If the convoy of the Tiger Character Banner also comes to the grassland to do business with our herdsmen, wouldn't our Tumote's life be better? Why does the general let the horse bandits intercept and kill them?" Fan’s motorcade.”
Senaban on the side explained, "The horse bandits are not going to intercept the Fan family's convoy, but to intercept and kill the people in the Fan family's convoy with the Tiger Character Flag to prevent them from bringing back the news of the cooperation between the Great Khan and the Tiger Character Flag."
Wo Lunkuo said, "Tumote Khan should have belonged to our Taiji. How could Bushitu Khan look like a great Khan? He left everything to Kankantada Taiji to do, and there was no big brother." Khan’s name.”
The Mongolian armored soldier in the tent said, "The ministries now only recognize Bushitu Khan as the great khan of our Tumote. Then Murtaiji will never allow our Taiji to fight for the great khan of Tumute again."
Wo Lunkuo said, "The old Mu'er Taiji is already very old. How long can he live? Sooner or later he will return to the Immortal Heaven. By then, even if we, Taiji, don't compete for the position of Khan, we can let Xi Lingse compete for it." , He is the son of Taiji and a bloodline of the Golden Family. As long as our Bansheng City is strong and there are more herders, the position of the Great Khan in the future can only be our Taiji or Xi Lingse."
As Mongolians living in Bansheng City, they are all Mongolians who support Sanniangzi's lineage to succeed Tumed Khan.
Sai Naban said, "The general asked me to inform Ye Yaozi and the other horse bandits to intercept the Fan family's convoy in order to prevent the cooperation between Qingcheng and Tiger Flag and weaken Qingcheng's strength."
Wo Lunkuo nodded and said, "As long as Qingcheng and Han merchants are prevented from colluding together and the Taijis in Qingcheng are not made rich, more and more herdsmen will defect to our Taijis in Bansheng City."
"It's a pity that such good wine can no longer be drunk." Senaban looked at the half-jar of wine held under Wo Lunkuo's hand with a look of regret.
Wo Lunkuo said, "When the Fan family comes next time, I'm afraid there won't be any Nanmanzi wine to drink."
"The Fan family is dishonest and their wine doesn't taste good." Senaban curled his lips.
"Don't worry, I've already told them that the wine sent by the Fan family in the future must be the same as the wine we drank this time." Wo Lunkuo patted the wine jar at his hand.
Senaban licked his lips and said, "Next time the Fan family's team comes, I will definitely drink a jar of it."
"One jar," Wo Lunkuo said, "with such a strong wine, it doesn't take half a jar to make you drunk."
Senaban slapped his chest and said, "We Mongolian warriors, if we say one jar, we must drink one jar, no less than one sip."
Wo Lunkuo glanced at him and said, "Don't think that I don't know what your plans are. If you want to drink a jar of my wine for nothing, there is no way."
Senaban scratched the back of his head and smiled.
