[Crossing Books] The author is trying to clean up every day

"What are you mumbling about?" Yan An approached Chi Xianhuai and asked.

Chi Xianhuai didn't want Yan An to know about the sword spirit for the time being, he lied without changing his expression: "It's nothing, the grass in this grassland is all withered, it's a pity."

They have now entered the territory of the barbarians, and the vast grasslands are endless withered grass.

Yan An responded, "It's a pity indeed. I originally thought that I could ride a horse on the green grass and enjoy the beauty of nature."

there will be chances in the future.

Just as Chi Xianhuai was about to say this, Yas, who had been riding in front, had already rode over at some point.

The man smiled heartily and said: "Your Majesty is really a man of temperament. Yas did not take you to experience the comfort of the grassland. It was Yas' fault. Tomorrow I will let someone take you to the Bolun grassland for a gallop. At that time, please invite the prince to stay here for a few days."

The hospitality is hard to come by, Yan An responded with a smile: "Then thank you Prince Yasi!"

The team continued to move forward, during which Chi Xianhuai communicated with the sword spirit with his thoughts.

The sword spirit is much easier to communicate than he imagined, but Chi Xianhuai knew in his heart that this thing is moody and has the same temper as a three-year-old child, as long as he is made happy, it will be fine.

What Chi Xianhuai wants now is for the sword spirit not to make a fuss, and he has no intention of training the sword spirit for the time being.

One is that he is currently in the stage of transporting food, and he has no place to rest to use his skills. Second, there are too many people now. If the matter of the sword spirit is made public, then I don’t know how many people will be jealous. If he wants to come over to fight, the third reason is that he is not fully sure now. If he insists on practicing the sword spirit, he may be backlashed and become obsessed.

The cold wind blew across his cheeks, and the breath of winter was particularly obvious. From a distance, Yan An saw a group of people standing in front of him.

When they approached, Yasi and the Huren all got off their horses and bowed to salute.

Yan An didn't expect Da Khan to attach so much importance to this food exchange, and actually came to greet them in person. Da Khan was over half a hundred years old, but he was full of vigor and energy.

Yan An imitated the Hu people's unique way of saluting, put his right hand on his chest, bent slightly and said, "Yan An has seen sweat!"

Da Khan smiled and said, "Your Majesty Yan, you don't need to be too polite, you've worked hard all the way."

Yan An smiled, "It's not hard work, but it made Da Khan wait for a long time."

"Where."

The two exchanged polite greetings for a moment. Da Khan glanced at the sky, looked at Tu Suo who was standing beside him, and nodded to him.

Tu Suo walked towards Yan'an knowingly, cupped his fists in salute and said, "The food has arrived, please ask your son to let Tu Suo check the food, so as not to be wrong."

He didn't say what was wrong, but Yan An knew that he was worried that the food was adulterated.

He personally supervised the food this time, and it can be said that it is completely genuine, not to mention adulterated, and there is not even a little inferior rice grain in it.

Yan An nodded slightly, "Please go ahead."

Suo Tu was not polite either, he waved his hand and summoned two attendants, and asked them to count the food from front to back.

After giving the order, he didn't stand still, but walked around Yan'an, casually picked up one of the loads of sackcloth, pulled out the short knife hidden in his boot, and poked a small hole in the bag.

The white rice poured down the hole, rushing, and fell into a large pile at once. It can be seen that the rice grains stretched the bag to the extreme, and whenever there was a gap, they rushed out.

Tusuo was a little surprised. He didn't expect Yanguo to pack so much food, and he didn't mean to be short of catties.

However, Tu Suo did not stop because of this. He took a few steps forward, picked a cart at random, and punctured a bag randomly, and the white rice still flowed out of it.

Tusuo was extremely cautious about the important matter of the Hu people's winter. He made more than a dozen sacks and stopped when he saw that there were white rice in them.

At the same time, the attendants also counted the food, and both of them reported 66 carts of rice.

Da Khan laughed loudly when he heard the sound. When Yas signed the peace agreement, Da Khan didn't agree with it. He didn't think that he could exchange his beautiful fur for the food of the Yan Kingdom.

He had heard that the people of Yan State were cunning, so he came here in person today because he thought that if Yan State dared to deceive him, Hu State, he would directly kill Prince Yan and declare war on Yan State.

No one wants to fight, but they have no food in the Hu country. If there is no plunder, how many people will starve to death every winter.

When they attacked Mongolia a few years ago and occupied this vast expanse of prairie, the Hu country did not think about migrating, so they are a hunting people, but they are a country after all, and they have to settle down.

Although this grassland will be as dry and yellow as other places in winter, there are some places that are evergreen. If they can really make friends with Yanguo and exchange seeds with them, they can also sow seeds here. self-sufficient.

Da Khan took a step forward with a smile, and said: "In my country of Hu, there has always been a custom of cleaning up the dust. If the son is not in a hurry, he can stay with us for a while and enjoy the fun of the bonfire?"

Yan An nodded and said, "Then thank you very much!"

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In the yurt, Yan An rolled a few times on the cushion, and when he rolled to Chi Xianhuai's side, a man wrapped his arms around his waist.

"Is that so happy?"

Yan An hummed, he had been to Inner Mongolia before, but the air there was not as fresh as here, and the kumiss was not as pure as here.

The Hu State he described was based on Inner Mongolia. He never thought that one day he would be able to come to this pure natural and pollution-free place.

Chi Xianhuai hooked his lips, and just about to tease Yan An, a barbarian soldier in a sheepskin coat reported outside: "Two distinguished guests, the bonfire party is about to start tonight, I wonder if the guests will move with the villain?" Walk to the venue?"

Yan An and the others didn't know where the bonfire party was held, so they naturally had to go with the soldiers.

The two arranged each other's clothes and followed the soldiers.

Not long after walking, Yan An found that the bonfire party was held on a large open grassland surrounded by tents.

Originally, Yan An wondered why their tents were built in such a strange way, but now they know.

Hu people like to sing and dance. Wouldn't it be great to be able to dance to a section at any time when you get out of the tent.

The surroundings were already full of people, Yan An and Chi Xianhuai went to the seats specially vacated for them, and sat on the floor.

Not long after they sat down, Da Khan also came with Ke Dun. He stood up and raised his glass to Yan An: "Young Master Yan, come, cheers, may our friendship last forever!"

"Cheers." Yan An thought it was kumiss in his hand, so he drank it in one gulp. Unexpectedly, the wine got into his throat, but he coughed with choking.

Chi Xianhuai patted Yan An's back lightly, looked at Yan An's face flushed with cough, and said worriedly: "An An, are you okay?"

Yan An waved his hand, and the profuse sweat on the tiger-skin soft seat sighed a little: "The wine brewed by the people of the Yan country is warm and mellow. Due to geographical reasons, our Hu country rides on horseback all the year round. They are all hot-blooded men, and the wine they drink is also the same. Spirits."

If others listen to these words, they may mistakenly think that the Great Khan is satirizing the Yan Kingdom.

Yan An didn't hear it, he knew that Da Khan was a man of true temperament, and even more of a rough guy, so there was no need to satirize them with words.

It is true that Yan Guo's wine is not one-tenth of that of Hu Guo's, so after drinking a small cup like this, the blood boils all over his body.

He said with a smile, "The Yan'an is too strong to drink, so please forgive me."

Da Khan waved his hand, signaling to the attendants to replace Yan'an's spirits with kumiss with very low alcohol content.

They drank and chatted, enjoyed singing and dancing.

When the night was dark, Yan An had already started to drink madly. He held up the kumiss and said, "Whoever wants to drink with me, I will not get drunk after a thousand cups, sir, let's play together!"

At this moment, he has returned to the fantasy of the real world. He never gets drunk, and no one dares to compete with him, except Chi Xianhuai. It's just that the other party will accompany him once or twice at the beginning. He was extremely childish, and never played games or drank with him again.

Who knows, at that time Chi Xianhuai didn't think he was childish at all, it was just that his drunken appearance was too charming, Chi Xianhuai was afraid that he would not be able to hold it in, not to mention holding it in for a long time would not work, so he simply Out of sight is pure.

Chi Xianhuai just cupped his hands and bid farewell to Da Khan, who nodded in agreement, and he walked towards the yurt with Yan An.

Yan An, who put all his weight on Chi Xianhuai, continued to shout at the top of his voice, "Come on! Don't go home until you're drunk!"

If you don't get drunk, you won't return, Chi Xianhuai thought to himself that he was already very drunk, but reasoning with a drunk person, there will be no result.

He shook his head helplessly, and when he was away from everyone's sight, he directly hugged Yan An who was staggering as he walked.

Yan An was quiet at this time. He opened his drunken eyes and looked at the beautiful tear mole that seemed to be shaking in front of him. Huai, I really like your tear mole, it's mine..."

Chi Xianhuai's footsteps were a little wandering. Ever since he knew that he was a stand-in, he paid special attention to the tear mole in the corner of his eye. He knew that this was the only difference between him and Chi Xianhuai, and it was also Yan An's favorite place.

Not like just now, Chi Xianhuai responded to Yan An's nonsense, "It's yours, it's all yours, even me, it's yours."

When he spoke the second half of the sentence, Chi Xianhuai deliberately put his mouth on Yan An's ear, trying to make him listen to the words.

It's a pity that no, Yan An still talked without beginning or end, some of which even Chi Xianhuai couldn't understand.

He knew that those were the words of the real world, and only the real Chi Xianhuai could understand these words.

The language thing is really amazing, Chi Xianhuai knows that he is jealous of the other party, but unfortunately he is not qualified, he can only speed up his pace, thinking of occupying Yan'an, to make up for the uneasiness in his heart that has nowhere to rest.