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However, Dajiao and the others didn't realize it. As a large amount of food poured into the various sub-tribes of the Cheyenne tribe, the clan members who were originally murderous and full of fighting spirit began to feel at ease. There was no imminent danger of starving to death. There is enough food in the center for the winter, and they are not willing to fight to the death with the seemingly invincible bison herd of the Sioux.

This is very similar to the relationship between the Ming Dynasty and Mongolia. For more than 100 years, the Ming Dynasty defended Mongolia to the death, strictly strangled all routes on the nine sides, and the trade between the two sides was close to nothing. As a result, Ming Dynasty and Mongolia also fought bloody battles year after year. In the later period, when China and France became weak, the frontier army was decadent and loose, and all kinds of smugglers went crazy, the Ming Dynasty and the Mongols could not fight each other. Later in the Qing Dynasty, all the Mongolian princes became big businessmen and established Guozhuang to traffic inland Wearing fur and camel hair, in the entire Qing Dynasty, except for Western Mongolia, which was out of reach, there was no grassland lord who could rise up to compete with the Central Plains for hegemony.

Now Mao Xingjian is using the method used by the scholar-bureaucrats in the later Ming Dynasty to deal with the Mongols.

This trick was really effective, and in the second month after he had been in the Cheyenne tribe, he was invited into the Cheyenne's cowhide chieftain's big tent again.

This time it was much more lively than the last time he was entertained. Not to mention that the large wooden temple built with tens of square meters was full, and there were even Indian warriors wearing feather crowns looking inward outside. Those who could sit inside were at least the Phratry The patriarch and the great wizard are at the same level, and the minor wizards and the clan chiefs and clan wizards who constitute the basic level of the North American Indians are not even eligible to enter.

Sitting cross-legged, Mao Xingjian also has five more strong men who look like iron towers. In the middle, there is still a Cheyenne chief with long horns wearing a buffalo head shell. The braids hang down from the cheeks, and what is particularly noticeable is that the hiccup bone in the middle of his nose seems to be shortened inward, making the tip of the nose extraordinarily large and drooping thickly, a bit like those hideous apologists in Hinduism. , King Kong.

The other face is more normal, a typical Indian appearance, with eight thick eagle feathers on his head, but his coiled feet are bare, and he does not wear a pair of soft leather shoes like other Indians And it's extra thick, and it's painted black with unknown paint.

On the right hand side, the chief of the Zuni people should also be a wizard. Instead of wearing a warrior's feather crown, he wrapped his hair around three withered eagle heads. He held a wooden staff in his withered hand. The same three huge rattlesnake skulls full of ferocious fangs and mouths were tied to the head of the staff with cowhide bands.

But the most fierce one here should be the chief of the Shoshone people. The height of North American Indians is generally between 1.6 meters 1.7 and 1.9 meters [-], which can be regarded as the general height of northerners in this era. The whites are actually not much taller than them now, but this strong man is [-] meters and nearly two meters in size, which is a circle bigger than other Indians. He has a hideous face, and he does not wear a hair crown. Instead, it carried a wooden frame on its back, and five shriveled human heads were hung on the frame, like strange fruits.

Looking at this posture, most of the leaders of the remaining five clans in the north are here.

A little annoyed and a little helpless, Dajiao was the first to groan in a dull voice.

"After the clan assembly, the Cheyenne, Zuni, Shoshone, Hoo-nosed, and Blackfoot tribes are willing to make peace with the Sioux and Apache tribes and respect each other's territory. The five tribes will not go to the Snake River Hunting on the plains, but the Sioux must ensure that the deal with the five tribes must continue!"

Even if you don't like businessmen, you have to be this businessman!Mao Xingjian nodded happily.

"The Sioux agree to peace and trade!"

It was still the familiar big cigarette pipe. Dajiao personally lit the pipe pot and handed it to Mao Xingjian. Now he is familiar with it. For Dajiao, the five burly and hideous Indian chiefs took a puff of the pipe and pot, and this peace agreement was completely settled.

But of course Mao Xingjian was not satisfied with just a peace agreement. After the peace salute, Mao Xingjian was full of excitement and shouted loudly.

"I learned from the Apache tribe that originally the six tribes were fighting each other for their own territory, but in order to deal with the Spanish barbarians, they formed an alliance of six tribes and defeated the white barbarians on the coast of Mexico in succession. The alliance mediated Territory and conflicts among the tribes, distribution of hunting grounds, since both the Sioux and the Six tribes have reached a peace agreement, Gu proposes, why don't we build a bigger alliance?"

"Oh?"

The five great chiefs each with their pipes in their mouths raised their heads with interest. Looking at this scene, Mao Xingjian spoke more quickly and hastily.

"Not everyone is born suitable for hunting! Instead of letting these people starve to death, it is better to let them learn farming. If a major alliance is formed, the Sioux will allocate land for these people to farm. The bravest of the tribe The warriors and hunters can still organize to hunt and express their respect to the God of Hunting! There is no need for war between the seven tribes, and once other tribes invade, the seven tribes can also deal with it all at once, wouldn’t it be great!”

The words have begun to impress these tribal chiefs. These days they have eaten rice porridge, white noodles, and steamed buns. They are definitely not willing to let these hunters who dance and shoot guns bend down to farm. The best of both worlds, seeing this long and pensive look, Mao Xingjian stepped up to strike while the iron was hot, and with a bang, he pulled out the big health hanging from his waist again. The high-quality steel mouth and light sword body attracted those Indian chiefs Not subconsciously looked over.

"Furthermore, after the alliance, the Sioux can fully liberalize trade and provide you with better weapons, stronger armor, arrows made of steel, and even muskets and gunpowder."

It is conceivable how attractive weapons are to these tough guys. Seeing the things that the arms dealer Mao Xingjian put out one after another, the chief of the Shoshone couldn't help but reach out and take them. After receiving Mao Xingjian's big health care, his rough fingers tried slightly on the sharp edge, and a bloody gash was immediately revealed on his thumb. He was not angry but happy. , as if caressing the delicate body of a peerless beauty.

Reaching out for a large handful of arrowheads that Mao Xingjian took out from his pocket, and taking out his own stone arrowheads from one quiver, Wufeng, the great chief of the Blackfoot, also showed an expression of interest.

But the alliance is a big deal, and everyone is not a fool. The Sioux tribe has provided so much. The future big alliance will definitely be dominated by the Sioux tribe. There are still many opposition voices within the big guys. The current chieftain of the alliance is still dignified. shook his head.

"Great Sorcerer of the Sioux Clan, the five clans still need to consider and discuss your proposal!"

Mao Xingjian also knew that now was not the time to be in a hurry. What he could do was to maximize the weights, stood up with a smile, and slapped the outside, imitating the Indians. Mao Xingjian also yelled boldly.

"Finally, please take a look at the gift of the corn god brought by Gu, and see the benefits brought by farming!"

Following his slap and waiting outside, Han Jinnong's youngest son, Han Gufeng, hugged a huge jar excitedly, knocked on the seal, and a strong fragrance came out, attracting a group of Indians , especially the cut-nosed people, the big chief hunting cattle, all twitched their huge noses heavily.

The good stuff that hasn’t been on the scene these days, booze!

Chapter 8. The prince's chapter is in the wine

The racial differences are subtle enough to the components in the blood, and have developed independently for thousands of years. Although they are both East Asian Mongolian races, they can develop in isolation for tens of thousands of years. The genes of New World Indians and Daming people have already occurred to varying degrees. Changes, from snacking on grains, often using rice, rice wine and white wine brewed from corn, Ming people have a unique alcohol-decomposing enzyme in their blood.

But it is because of this lack that Indians are more likely to be addicted to alcohol! The American emperor who invaded in later generations once had such an evaluation. For a bottle of wine, these Indians can pawn their last piece of clothing! In order to prevent alcoholism, American The imperial government issued a decree prohibiting the sale of alcoholic beverages to Indians, but unexpectedly, it caused a huge Indian riot.

Of course, it is impossible for Mao Xingjian to study in such detail, and it is impossible for him to know the methods used by the later American emperors to anesthetize and control the Indians, but he also learned this from the drunkards of the Sioux who even fought with the Han people for alcohol. Ethnic preference for alcoholic beverages.

Seeing Mao Xingjian pick up the wine bowl, grinning his teeth and taking a sip, he was full of curiosity. He also poured himself a bowl with his palm like a cattail fan. Grinning his teeth, the muscles on his face twitched, and he clicked his mouth in an ugly way, but amidst the stunned expressions of the other Indian chiefs, he flicked his cheeks a few times, and the big man took another big gulp, and immediately Reaching out to take the jar, he poured himself another bowl.

Aroused by his curiosity, the Zuni chief Serpent Eagle also took the jar, poured some for himself, and clicked his mouth twice, but the old Indian wizard showed a familiar but surprised look, and followed suit, He filled himself with a jar of slow filling.

One after another, Han Mancang and the others brought in more jars, and the wine bowls were distributed to every patriarch wizard, and a crazy drinking conference started. Under Mao Xingjian's unbelievable eyes, the big guy who cut his head was stunned. Hugging the big jar, he poured it upside down, and then a somewhat ridiculous smirk appeared on his ferocious face, and he snickered and grabbed another jar.

"Enough is enough, no more!"

Afraid that he would die from drinking, Mao Xingjian sadly stretched out his hand to stop him, but he couldn't hold back the big man, he pushed him aside with a slap, and slapped the second jar away, and he poured his head up again, still drinking. Well, this time it was only half-drunk, and the guy fell to the ground like a bear, drunk and dazed.

The jars were passed one by one, and the entire cowhide temple was full of Indian chiefs pushing cups, some of them were drinking, and suddenly laughed like crazy, and some were stupidly muttering to the wall, it seems, The corn shochu was quite in line with their preferences, but watching this scene, Mao Xingjian shook his head helplessly.

He added another crime to this simple and primitive society, alcoholism!

Shaking his head, pulling Han Xiaomo's little hand who was also pouring wine into the bowl, Mao Xingjian walked out with mixed worries and joys, who knew that the grassland wild girl had the potential to be a drunkard, looking at the mouthfuls of jars, she continued to whine protested.

"Why don't they give me a drink if they can?"

"If you say you can't do it, you can't do it!"

"Humph"

The two left the temple arguing, just thinking that Mao Xingjian was about to go to the carriage, but suddenly a slap was slapped on his shoulder, and he turned his head in astonishment, and immediately Mao Xingjian walked back vigilantly After two steps, he asked in astonishment.

"Who are you?"

Hell, in a tribe full of Indians, he saw a white ghost with brown hair and blue eyes and a big nose.

And what surprised him even more was that this white fan ghost actually greeted him with an unskilled Sinicization, and clenched his fist jerky at him.

"Your Excellency, are you Ming?"

Seeing Mao Xingjian's shocked expression, the ghost suddenly made a gesture of invitation to the side with great excitement.

"Brother! Take a step to speak!"

Being carefully pulled by this guy to the side of the Snake City carriage, when Mao Xingjian threw off his sleeve impatiently, the white ghost spoke excitedly again.

"This brother, I used to be a royal merchant in the Spanish Luzon colony, and was later transferred to the Mexican colony as a sugar buyer. Henry Westmeet, are you a merchant or military officer in the Ming colony?"

"Spanish!"

Hearing the name, Mao Xingjian immediately roared angrily.

"You Spanish barbarians slaughtered more than [-] people of our Ming Dynasty in Luzon. You barbarians dare to appear in front of Gu!"

"That was the murderous hand of that idiot Andolema. I have always advocated ruling those barbaric natives together with the civilized people of Ming Dynasty! That's why I left my post and went to Mexico! Besides, didn't your country take revenge? Put Spain in the East Indies Tens of thousands of overseas Chinese were beheaded and enslaved!"

Clearly not wanting to argue more about this, little Henry, who was also combing the Indians, lowered his voice hastily.

"Da Ming has also taken his fancy to this colony, hasn't he? My lord, now is a god-given opportunity! Taking advantage of these idiots' unpreparedness, my lord can ask them to swear an oath at the Holy Land of Bison Valley, two miles away from Spain, and then invite them there. Drinking alcohol, as long as two hundred musketeers are ambushed, it will be enough to kill all these idiots! At that time, more than 8 barbarians from the five barbarian tribes will be scattered, and Da Ming only needs a little force to wipe them out and fill them up. Be a slave to the plantation! Without these barbarians, Da Ming can take complete control."