Not long after, someone outside shouted the clan leader's name.
After the visitor entered, he looked a little anxious. It turned out that the wind and snow were heavier than before.
The clan leader glanced at Yang Gan and motioned for everyone to go back. The remaining few people moved the sled to a sheltered place from the wind.
Based on the strength of the other party, logically speaking, he should not be able to harm himself and others. The gap in strength is simply too huge.
Seeing that the people on the other side could not hold on, Yang Gan was not worried about the Xuanjia Army at all, but still let them withdraw first.
At present, the Xuanjia Army is equipped with the best warm clothes. After arriving at Lake Baikal, they eat fish almost every day, plus the blessing of face cream.
Not to mention frostbite, there are no traces of wind and snow on the face or hands.
Now that he has negotiated with the leader of this tribe, Yang Qian naturally needs to give some blood. He can't bear to have his children to trap the wolf, and he can't bear to have his wife to trap the gangsters.
After giving the order, basins of delicious food were immediately brought up.
When had the three patriarchs seen such exquisite food? Even Yang Qian felt that the food was far inferior to that in Zhuangzi.
"grown ups...."
Yang Gan waved his hand and said, "Since your tribe has chosen to cooperate with me, then from today on, call me Junshang."
The clan leader nodded and said, "Your Majesty, although this wine is delicious, it is not strong enough, but it tastes really good."
The corners of Yang Qian's mouth raised. How strong can the newly established relationship be? After being shocked by force, he can drink wine and it will be done.
Isn’t it good for nomadic peoples and fishing and hunting peoples, especially people in bitter cold places? If you get some small favors at the end, your relationship will improve immediately.
Of course, this relationship is just a lie, but Yang Qian doesn't care. The importance of Lake Baikal. At this time, only hot springs and seal oil are attractive to him, nothing more.
A good relationship will not hinder him. If he puts eye drops on himself, Yang Qian will definitely make him understand that there are some people who cannot be messed with. Once he is messed with, the consequences will definitely be unacceptable to him.
After asking Qin Xiangru to pour the highest level of wine for everyone, Yang Qian took out the wine gourd and drank.
I drink medicated wine myself, and I am used to it. I take half a gourd every day to relax my muscles, activate blood circulation, and strengthen my muscles and bones. With the stimulation of wine, the effect is absolutely first-rate.
After seeing Qin Xiangru pouring wine again, the clan leader couldn't help but picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.
Yang Gan looked sideways, showing no sign of dissuading him.
One sip and the wine is gone.
The patriarch's entire face suddenly changed from white to red, and he suppressed the burning alcohol energy that was as sharp as a knife.
Yang Gan raised his eyebrows. It was true. If he coughed it out, he would be uncomfortable for a quarter of an hour in custody, but he was able to suppress the drunkenness, which was impressive.
This is a cup of wine, that is, a bowl of wine. The world doesn't know it, but in his previous life, Yang Qian rarely saw anyone taking a sip of high-strength liquor.
"Hoo~~~" After a while, the clan leader exhaled a breath of thick air. The two men next to him were already pinching their necks and coughing.
The clan leader looked at the wine that was as clear as water in disbelief: "What kind of wine is this? It's so spicy?"
"Not used to drinking? If you're not used to strong liquor, then use corn wine or fruit wine. I have both here."
Yang Qian said, but there was a look of disdain in his eyes, and the clan leader suddenly became embarrassed.
You can say that you can't do anything, but you can't say that you can't drink. But to be honest, as soon as I drank this wine, it didn't take long for my whole body to start sweating slightly, and everything I saw had a double image.
Krisna kept smacking her mouth. Such a strong drink was like a knife slicing through her throat. This is the drink that a warrior drinks.
If Yang Qian hadn't been in charge, I would have weighed a few pounds every day.
Yang Qian also restrained himself from drinking liquor. This thing is not corn wine and cannot be consumed as a drink.
If you drink it every day and develop cirrhosis of the liver, you will really die.
The glasses were exchanged, the wine had gone through five rounds, the dishes had gone through five flavors, and the two parties had discussed everything almost.
details as follows.
The Youshu Pei tribe gives Yang Gan hundreds of dried fish, oil from one hundred seals and their skins every year.
It is also necessary to provide additional local specialties, such as animal skins. Although they are a fishing and hunting people, they are also good at hunting, and wolf skins and the like are also considered valuable goods.
Yang Gan provided daily necessities such as fine salt, iron pots, tea, bronze weapons, and a small part of ordnance.
If new products are released every year, you can also give them a list of what they need.
The patriarch, You Shupei Siji, was shaking his body as if he was about to fall down at any moment.
But those bright eyes betrayed him deeply. At least in Yang Gan's eyes, this was a movie king who pretended to be drunk even though he was not drunk.
You Shupei Siji's heart swelled. As long as he had these things, his tribe would be able to develop rapidly and not only be able to defend against annexation by other tribes.
He could even annex others in turn. When he thought about the tribe's population rising, he almost trembled all over. .
As a small tribe, it is quite sad to live in the cracks. Seeing that he is the leader of the tribe, he lives in fear every day.
He was afraid that some powerful tribe would come over, kill him, and then annex his own tribe.
His own death was a small thing, and he was afraid that his family would also be poisoned. Usually during annexation, the immediate family members of the old clan leader would die violently, except of course women, because women are trophies.
Yang Gan also had red cheeks, licked his tongue, and hugged his right uncle Peisiji affectionately.
"We will have the goods you want, as much as you want. Of course, if you have the opportunity in the future, you can come to our Central Plains to play. I will be the host myself, and I can entertain you well then."
"However, I have a request. If there are enemies who don't want to surrender in the future, you can raise them and make them our slaves."
Your uncle Peisiji was not an idiot. He rolled his eyes and said, "Here, this person needs to eat. Raising a person who doesn't work is just an expense."
"Hahahaha, it's easy to say, let's do this. I will pay you twice as much as a slave eats. This is enough to be a friend."
"Hahaha, my friend, you have the final say."
The two looked at each other and smiled, probably seeing the glint in each other's eyes, and feeling quite sympathetic to each other.
The men brought the sled over, and a dozen mastiffs kept jumping around. Although they were playful, they did not neigh too much, and they were obviously well tamed.
At this time, Yang Gan opened his mouth with a look of disbelief. The telescope was really good and he could spot the enemy very far away.
However, Yang Qian didn't specially observe these so-called mastiffs.
"Zhang Yumeng, come here~~~!" Yang Gan suddenly shouted behind him.
At the foot of the mountain col not far away, Zhang Yumeng, who was wrapped like rice dumplings, couldn't help but rush out.
She was always a little worried every time Yang Qian went to negotiate. After performing too many costume dramas, she found that many tricks could kill people.
For example, she would find some people to ambush or poison him, etc. She was afraid that Yang Qian would be too confident and fall into someone else's trap, but sometimes she would also admire him.
Yang Gan is really an old fox who can always scheme against others. Can anyone really set a trap for him?
No matter what, Zhang Yumeng quickly ran over with the girls.
"Yang Gan, you...wow, you are so cute, can I touch you?"
Zhang Yumeng originally planned to ask Yang Gan about his situation, but when he saw the mastiff dogs around Yang Gan, he immediately walked up and pushed Yang Gan away.
Her eyes sparkled with the heart of a girl, and she looked at a loss. She saw that the mastiff that her right uncle Peisi Ji mentioned was actually an Erha with its tongue sticking out.
Yang Qian was almost staggered by the push, and immediately said dissatisfied, "Hey, hey, hey, it's just a few dogs, you actually pushed me?"
Zhang Yumeng said nonchalantly, "Hey, you look like a cow. You won't die if you push me. Wow, you're actually a dick."
"I didn't expect to see Erha in this place in this day and age. I'm not dreaming."
Zhang Yumenghui
He glanced at Yang Qian, his eyes full of warmth, "You still know that I like Erha?"
Yang Gan's eyes wandered and he said, "I remember you mentioned it. I don't know if it's a mistake. I just remembered it and asked you to come over and have a look."
The corners of Zhang Yumeng's mouth raised, and his eyes immediately softened, "May I ask if I can buy a few?"
Zhang Yumeng used to have one at home. Until she traveled through time, she was still planning to go home after filming a good show, so she bought some toys and other things for Erha at home.
Yang Gan shrugged and said in Xiongnu skillfully, "Clan Chief You Shupei, these mastiffs look quite pleasing to the eye. I wonder if I can part with them? The price is easy to say."
Your uncle Peisi said casually, "It's just a few mastiff dogs, but these are adults. I'm afraid they won't be easy to keep after I come back with you, and they have a certain viciousness."
"How about I go back to the clan and select a few mastiff puppies from different litters for you. You can raise them from young and make them easier to drive."
Yang Gan nodded and said something to Qin Xiangru. After a while, a wooden barrel was pushed over.
Your uncle Peisi asked curiously, "What do you mean by this?"
"Some refined salt, tea leaves and a small iron pot, a small gift to show your appreciation."
Right uncle Peisi Ji couldn't help but widen his eyes, and without caring about his demeanor, he quickly hugged the barrel in his arms, as happy as a three-hundred-pound child.
It has to be said that Lake Baikal is rich in products and mineral resources, but it is a pity that they cannot use them.
So it is extremely difficult, but with these things, at least the next few months will be no problem.
If your uncle Peisi Ji is cruel and enjoys it for himself, it will be fine for a year.
Your uncle Peisiji said excitedly, "Your Majesty, please go and do your work first. I'll come as soon as I can. However, the little mastiff is weak and needs to be kept warm. I hope Your Majesty can prepare a warm kennel."
He got on the sleigh and started heading home. There was so much fine salt that his right uncle Peisiji felt like he was holding a gold mine.
The strong sense of uneasiness made him have the urge to go home quickly and hide it in the most secretive way.
No, this is not an impulse, it needs to be acted upon immediately.
Yang Qian looked at the appearance of his right uncle Peisi and let out a long sigh. He obviously didn't expect that only about half a bucket of fine salt could have such an effect.
