Beiyang new warlord

For this great cause of enlightenment, Mao Xingjian still went all out. After hesitating for a moment, he took the earthen cigarette bag made of tree roots with great difficulty, and took a sharp sip, but the prince, who had no habit of smoking at all, immediately He was so choked that he coughed, and while puffing smoke, he also choked up tears.

But Mao Xingjian was in a dilemma, and the big Indian brother who was almost fifty in front of him was also in a dilemma. Seeing the fine stick handed over by Chen Zao, flicking it left and right, he was a monk Zhang Er who couldn't figure it out. He couldn't figure it out for a long time. And what baby is the wizard?However, he didn't dare to be rude when someone smoked it. You must know that the "Youniu Department" is much stronger than their Lakta Department!

It is estimated that Chen Zaofang's descendants are traitors, and he can't play when he sees Dalatda playing around, so he went up and conscientiously nodded and bowed, and gestured to his mouth: "Taijun, this end, stuff it in your mouth, and smoke!"

Following his example, Dalathda stuffed the butt of the cigarette into his mouth, and wrapped it up in a daze. He was busy studying smoking kung fu, when Chen Zao took an iron box and opened it in front of him with a bang. Bright flames suddenly appeared in front of him.

Chen Zao was still concentrating on lighting his cigarette, so he couldn't prevent the big Indian man from screaming, and retreated back like he had seen a ghost. , both sides are frightened like hugged into a ball.

Not to mention, even Su Yu had never seen this hand before, Chen Zao was trembling, and his mind was blank. How many wizards are there on the ground?There is also a wizard who can control fire?It's a sister-in-law eagle!

This time Mao Xingjian himself was the calmest. Seeing Su Yu was startled, he hurriedly snatched the iron box from Chen Zao's hand, put it on the ground, and slid over to the Indian chiefs on the opposite side with a clatter. Then he gestured with his hands in front of him.

"Lighter! Open the lid, fire! Fire! Lighter!"

Just like a scorpion on the ground, seeing the small box stuffed on the ground, and Mao Xingjian who kept gesticulating, a group of big Indian men were still afraid that none of them stretched out their hands, and in the end they were two well-informed One of the old witches boldly reached out and grabbed the box.

Bata~ imitating Mao Xingjian's movements, a bright flame jumped up, the old witch's eyes widened in surprise, and the twenty or so tribal leaders also gasped in surprise, and suddenly shrank their heads back neatly .

But only a moment later, these people hulaed around again as if they saw some treasure, and looked around in amazement. In this novelty, the small iron box was transferred to another witch again, with a click Suddenly, bright flames appeared again, and a group of chiefs gasped and shrank their necks neatly.

At the beginning, I was quite nervous, afraid of some diplomatic incident, but under the silent gaze of Mao Xingjian and Han Xiaomo, a group of uncles and old ladies who were hundreds of years old together fiddled with a lighter like an ostrich. It was so exhilarating, like an urchin, the crown prince was speechless immediately.

When these old men and old ladies had a great time playing, Chen Zao also came to his senses, no wonder the Chen family sent him here, the old boy really has a spirit of perseverance, and he stretched out his neck again, facing the Indian chief , Stretching out his hands and making gestures.

"Taijun, light, light a cigarette, smoke!"

Although he didn't understand, seeing him making gestures, Dalatda suddenly remembered that the diplomatic ceremony hadn't been completed yet!Hastily picked up the cigarette that had fallen to the ground and was stained with ash, and made do with the two witches. The witch holding the lighter chanted the spell as she did and handed over the iron box, facing the little flame that popped and danced, then Finally, a small bright flame blew up from a cigarette, and the butt of the cigarette was stuffed into his mouth, and Dallatda took a deep breath.

Ever since, a new cigarette smoker was born!

Chen Zao can be regarded as a boss-level figure in Liaodong. His soft China is not only the top shredded tobacco, but also the finest spices from Southeast Asia. After one sip, Dalatda, who is already an old smoker, is proficient. He swirled the smoke in his lungs a few times, and spit it out in a heavy mouthful. He almost didn't float up from the feeling, and looked at Mao Xingjian Chen Zao with his eyes, and he became more friendly all of a sudden.

Gifts were given to each other, the courtesy exchange of cigarettes was over, and the friendship between the "You Niu Department" and the Lakta Department was also strengthened. Finally, when it was time to talk about something serious, Mao Xingjian sat across from the porridge pot again. Mao Xingjian was very solemn begged.

"The reason why I came to your department is because I want to borrow people! This year, the city of Gu has had a big harvest, but there are too few people in Gu to harvest it. If your ministry is willing to help and help harvest, Gu will give you rice In exchange!"

Su Yu, who had been exposed to the culture of the Central Plains, immediately put on a pose and began to translate.

"The tribe of the son of the son of heaven and the son of the Lord of Thousand Bulls needs to fight against rice. I hope that the tribe of Lakta will send out warriors to help fight against rice. In return, the tribe of cattle will give you rice to eat and come to spend the winter!"

The Indian tribe has not yet employed and accepted the concept of remuneration, so Su Yu made a huge deviation in translation. He heard that he was going to fight the rice, but looking at the rice in the basket, a group of elders from the Lacta tribe looked at each other, once again in a daze Water, which tribal alliance to join to fight against other tribes is a big deal. He lowered his head again, and a group of old men and women with feathers on their heads were discussing hurriedly.

Mao Xingjian didn't know it was split again, and Mao Xingjian was not in a hurry, he calmly waited for them to discuss, but there were so many moths today, and the sound of a gunshot made the dignified prince tremble in fright, and looked at him in astonishment. Looking outside the tent, he didn't care about negotiating, he ran out of the tent by rolling and crawling.

"What happened?"

He was still holding a smoking standard flintlock gun, seeing his leader's face turn green, and Dongfang, who was startled by a trembling, hurriedly stood at attention: "I tell you, the prince, these Su people are the ones who asked their subordinates to make gestures! "

While speaking, several Indian elders also walked out of the tent one by one. Dalatda, who was still smoking a cigarette, was about to ask his own people in astonishment, but at this time, a heavy object fell in front of him, blood And sprayed him in the face.

With a thud, more than 30 Soviet warriors with feathers on their heads directly knelt on the ground, raised their hands high, and screamed for some reason. In his stupidity, the blood on his face was not wiped, and he was stunned for a few seconds when he saw the mountain eagle lying on the ground, and the chief Dalatda slapped his square brain down hard. stand up.

"Laketa joins the war!"

Chapter 785. Naturalization of the Prince

The autumn wind is getting colder and harsher, and even a layer of frost can be found on the ground in the morning. Time is getting tighter and tighter, but for the prince, the situation is getting better and better.

In the paddy fields of Snake City, it is not only the young gold diggers in the town who are harvested by scythes. They are dressed in animal skin coats and rough but beautifully patterned Indian capes in bright colors. Like this, he harvested the rice with a sickle, tied a bundle and transported it to the central threshing ground of the town.

There, the women of the Talak tribe also learned how to shake the rice in a decent way, and they were threshing. Drenched in sweat, smashing rice with a big wooden pestle, just across from him, Su Yu's old friend, the clan chief Amalu who scolded him that day with a blushing face and a thick neck was also panting heavily and pounding the big wooden pestle down desperately.

Even though he still doesn't understand it, does that call him to join the war?

In the midst of the busy labor scene, a sweet voice suddenly rang out in the threshing floor. Wearing a big apron, Han Xiaomo, who was more competent as a cook than a reporter, wore a white towel on her head, and rolled up her sleeve collar. Watching the eldest girl in the town come out with a huge rice bucket.

"Guys! Let's eat!"

It is estimated that the word "eating" was the first Chinese vocabulary these Indians learned. Almost immediately, Genggenbo and Amalu put down the big wooden pestle in their hands, and rushed out, rolling and crawling. The big bowl made of shells directly I shoveled over a bowl, and it wasn’t too hot. I just squatted beside the big pot and swallowed it, and some Indians who couldn’t grab it behind me even anxiously spoke Chinese awkwardly. shouted.

"Give me a bowl! Give me a bowl of rice!"

With nearly 1000 middle-aged laborers joining, the children were liberated again, and they were confined in the big classroom of the Prince's Mansion. Fortunately, there is no longer a gentleman who shakes his head and memorizes the text with a rigid face. Mao Xingjian gave it ingeniously. The two tasks of the children are to teach the children of the Tarak tribe Chinese and at the same time learn their Sioux language.

Standing in the yard, watching the immigrant children in the classroom scratching their ears and scratching their cheeks and drawing on the sand table, they can’t teach them, their brows are full of sweat, and Mao Xingjian is distracted while holding "Mencius". But a huge sense of satisfaction rose in my heart.

This is the lonely city!

On the east coast, in the colonies established by the British, there are actually many Indians who have naturalized Christianity and live with the British, so it is not impossible to change the Indians.

In this regard, Ming people even have an advantage. After all, in appearance, Indians and whites are two races of skin color, but Indians who have experienced vicissitudes of life and gold diggers who have also experienced vicissitudes and beards are really indistinguishable. The difference naturally reduces a layer of barriers.

In particular, the white people mentioned by the European center are arrogant. In the history of the development of the United States, white supremacy has occupied the mainstream consciousness of society. Indians are only a little higher than black slaves. They are also bullied and discriminated against. The liberal and democratic U.S. imperialism also drove the Indians into wild and poor reservations, separating them from the mainstream society. Even before Mao Jue crossed over, the Indian reservations were still the poorest and most forgotten part of the United States, a developed country. .

But now, the old men of the Ming Dynasty and the old men of the Sioux ethnic group are sitting on one side, talking about homework with ducks, and smoking the old man’s cigarettes together, and the women on the other end are working together in the house with their legs crossed. Spiritually, Confucianism is more tolerant than Christianity. There are too many, and the scholars who talk about the strange power and chaos in their mouths should go to the temple to burn incense and still go to the temple to burn incense, and they should dance to the gods and dance to the gods. Basically, the Ming people can treat these indigenous groups equally.

At least temporarily.

While working and eating, the Eastern Civilization of the Old World and the Civilization of the New World completed their first slow integration.

With the joining of the strong men of the Tarak tribe, Snake City finished harvesting in time for Luoxun. The [-]-acre rice fields were only left with ridges, which were gradually covered by falling snow.

However, the "construction period" ended, and the Tarak tribe did not leave. Instead, Mao Xingjian ordered the implementation of an evil policy. The immigrants from the Ming Dynasty who lived on the left side of the threshing ground temporarily lived in the homes of relatives and friends, and vacated a hundred houses for these Su people. .

Although families who vacate their houses can get tax-free rewards, the living environment in Snake City is actually super spacious now. There are 3000 houses for [-] people, and each house has only one or two people, living on the second floor of two to three hundred square meters. It can be said that the wooden building can't be lived in, but the house that I worked so hard to build can be given to outsiders, and I have to move out by myself. In Snake City, it still aroused a lot of opinions from the residents.

In the streets and alleys, there were many discussions.

For the Indians, this can be regarded as a great benefit. The cold winter is coming soon, and the knife wind in northern North America is not necessarily weaker than that in Liaodong. Living in a house warmed by the Ming people is obviously better than living in a valley. Strong cold wind.

Not only did they live in, but the Sioux people of the Tarak tribe also set up a totem pole on the edge of the threshing ground just like the camp in the valley, with the bones of the head of a bull hanging on it, led by two old witches in the tribe, a total of more than 30 people Three clans formed six phratriarchies, and more than 40 people, including the tribal chief Dala Tada, happily danced the sun dance around the totem pole to offer sacrifices.

As the "Chief" of the "Cattle Department", Mao Xingjian was also invited to watch the ceremony. Standing next to the stone mill in the threshing floor, he watched the sun dance that was quite magical in the Northeast, and pinched his chin. The crown prince looked at the two pinches of hair with great interest.

But Nangong Bingwen, Chen Zao and other officials from the East Palace followed behind him, hesitating to speak, bowing their heads from time to time not knowing what to think about, they had a lot of worries, but Han Xiaomo didn't have so many worries, turned his head, and just looked at Geng Geng Neck Jin Lao Liu and the others looked at this in disgust, turned around and spat on the ground, and couldn't help it, she tugged Mao Xingjian's sleeve heavily.

"Nephew, why did you rob people's house in our town? It made everyone dissatisfied"

"grab?"

Hearing this, Mao Xingjian's mouth turned cold and stern, full of disdain, he sneered and snorted: "These houses are the land that was given to them so that they can rest, and the food that was given to them keeps them from starving Death, built under the gift of Gu, can be bestowed by Gu, why can't it be taken back?"

Before Han Xiaomo opened his mouth to refute in disbelief, the crown prince shook his head heavily again.

"Besides, it won't be long before they will all be satisfied, and even grateful that they have taken over their house. Hmph, people want to benefit, but people don't want to be old!"

Inexplicably, Mao Xingjian complained angrily again, and Han Xiaomo was confused when he heard it, but since Mao Xingjian had already made plans, Han Xiaomo had to swallow the words back to his stomach.