Zhang Xiaobao and the leader of the local tribe, Seymour Domo He? Luo Foche? When the two of them met, they didn't shake hands or hug each other. They didn't even get close to each other.
The two of them were ten meters apart. Zhang Xiaobao sat on a chair with his back facing the south. Seymour Domo He only had a stool and sat facing the north. When he looked at Zhang Xiaobao, he had to look up.
It was not that Zhang Xiaobao was deliberately making things difficult for him. It was the rules that represented the dignity of the Tang Empire. How could a leader of a small tribe be on the same level? He was already being merciful by not making him kneel.
As for why they could put their arms around each other's shoulders when they met, it was to show that they were close. When to be close and when to be dignified was decided by the person in charge. It was also decided by strength.
At this moment, Zhang Xiaobao decided to be dignified. After all, thunder and rain were the grace of the emperor.
"Seymour Domo He below? Luo Foche? Brother Hemo Wu, why are you here? "Zhang Xiaobao asked in a sarcastic tone.
Seymour Domo He? Luo Foche? Brother Hemo Wu felt very uncomfortable when he heard this. He was not your subordinate. What right do you have to treat me like this?
Although he was unconvinced, Seymour Domo He showed a respectful expression and replied, "We see that the envoy from your country has traveled a long way and have worked hard. Therefore, we are here to greet you personally."
After he finished speaking, he raised his head and looked at them, as if he was here to visit them, giving them a sense of being neither servile nor overbearing.
Zhang Xiaobao who was sitting on the chair sneered, "Haha, we are not here to visit you. We are here to kill. Since we are here, someone must die."
Seymour Domo He took a deep breath and forced a smile. He asked, "Who do you want to die?"
"Those who stare at us, die. Those who bare their teeth at us, die. Those who are disrespectful to us, die. Those who do not listen to us, die. Those who make me uncomfortable when they smile at us, die! Come, Seymour Domo He, give me a smile. "
Zhang Xiaobao rested one leg on the armrest of the chair and leaned against it, casually saying to Simo Domo He.
Beside him, someone had already raised his gun and aimed it at Seymour Domo.
Simo Domohe felt deeply humiliated. It wasn't just him. When everyone heard Zhang Xiaobao's words, they felt that Zhang Xiaobao was too much of a bully. He had come to take a look. Even if they didn't treat him well, there was no need to humiliate him.
Facing the threat of death, Seymour Duomo finally chose to compromise. He raised his head and gave Zhang Xiaobao a smile that he thought was the most beautiful. He really did not want to die in such a sullen manner.
"Yes! Not bad, but you need to practice more when you go back. We will go over tomorrow morning. Are you all ready to welcome the Shangguan Kingdom? "Zhang Xiaobao and Weiwei nodded and asked Simo Domo He.
"We're all ready." Simo Domo He couldn't say anything else. In truth, he hadn't been prepared at all. He had only just learned that the Great Tang had come and said that they wanted to trade. After learning that it was Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan's army, he had come with a nervous heart, intending to understand the purpose of their visit.
He hadn't expected that Zhang Xiaobao would treat him like a subordinate on their first meeting. After all, he was the leader of more than three thousand people, and yet he wasn't given the slightest bit of respect. This was too much.
After silently cursing, Simo Domo He felt much better. He adjusted his emotions and began to consider proper matters. Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan had come to his territory. He had helped the Arabs before, so if they used this to cause trouble again, how should he deal with them?
Zhang Xiaobao was satisfied this time. He didn't insist on making things difficult for this man. He had noticed that this man called Simo Domo He had an indifferent expression in his eyes. He was very calm, very relaxed, and very reserved. He wanted to be on equal footing with him and display the prestige of a leader of a small tribe.
For some reason, Zhang Xiaobao couldn't help but think of that Filipino President Aquino from a documentary. He was an idiot who couldn't see the situation clearly and had an extremely poor attitude. Every time someone died on his side, he would laugh. This was a sign of immaturity in political wisdom. Even if you were secretly happy and no one cared, you had to pretend. Even the President of the United States didn't dare to laugh, so what were you if you weren't an idiot? This was respect for life!
This Simo Domo He gave Zhang Xiaobao precisely this feeling. Say, you have a tribe of three thousand people that doesn't have anything, so what are you pretending for? What right do you have to appear equal in front of me and play neither servile nor overbearing? Haven't you read too many historical stories? No wonder the Great Tang spoke so smoothly.
With this thought in mind, Zhang Xiaobao waved his hand, closed his eyes, and leaned back to rest.
"Simo Domo He, you can go back now. We'll be there tomorrow. Why don't you stay for a meal? It's getting late. "
Someone immediately gestured to Simo Domo He, appearing rather polite.
"Okay, let's have a meal. We truly haven't eaten," Simo Domo He happily agreed.
"This way, please." This person was immediately depressed. He was just being polite, but this guy actually agreed. But since he had already said it, he naturally had to entertain him.
Seymour Domohe followed them and kept looking at the situation of the camp. He found that it was very messy. The tents were not arranged in rows or columns. Instead, there were tents here and there. It seemed like Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan's troops were really not good at marching and fighting.
At the same time, he was thinking about what he had done wrong. According to the books of the Great Tang, many of them said that when one went out to meet the leader of another place, he would be neither servile nor overbearing and would criticize the other party. In the end, when the other party said to push him out to be beheaded, the person who was pushed out would laugh a few times and be asked why he was laughing.
After that, it would be easy to handle. He would say his own words, and the other party's leader would think that it made sense, so he would succeed.
But today, he didn't say that he was going to push Xiaobao out to be beheaded. Instead, he aimed the gun at Xiaobao. If Xiaobao were to laugh, would he die before Xiaobao could ask him why he was laughing?
He had seen that spear before, and it was more formidable than a bow and arrow. If the arrow was far away, he might be able to dodge or block it, but the spear would not give him the time. By the time he heard the sound, he would already be dead.
For a moment, Simo Domo was very depressed. He also knew that the other party didn't want him to stay for dinner, probably because he had helped the Arabs before. Those damned Arabs, they actually lost, and they even ran away so quickly.
*****
"Okay, get up. Xiaobei and the others are waiting to eat hot pot. You go and cut them. Xiaobei says that he wants to eat thin strips. You think of a way."
Zhang Xiaobao was still lying on the chair when Wang Juan came over to urge him.
In truth, she could also cut, but she could not compare to Xiao Bao. In order to make her little brother and sister eat happily, she needed Xiao Bao to do it.
Zhang Xiaobao was indeed a little tired, not physically, but mentally. He knew that it didn't matter what kind of attitude Seymour Domokhe had just met. What mattered was whether Seymour Domokhe had the same idea as his people.
A leader's influence on the people under his rule was extremely large, second only to the influence that parents and teachers had on their children. If Simo Domo He's daily propaganda was hostile to the Great Tang, then the more than three thousand people probably had the same idea.
As he got up and walked to the kitchen, Zhang Xiaobao said to Wang Juan, "When the Japanese invaded, let's not talk about invasion and just talk about integration, they also started teaching Japanese in the three northeastern provinces. From this, one can see how smart the Japanese are. But in the end, they failed. I'm worried that Simo Domo He will also have nothing better to do and educate his people. If that's the case, we won't be facing the same opponent."
Wang Juan smiled and said, "I can see that Simo Domo He is using his cleverness in the wrong place. He probably thinks that we're always high and mighty and lack someone who dares to communicate with us normally, so he wants to play this role.
In truth, he still has too little understanding of our Chinese culture. There's no such thing as equality, and no leader would be so cheap, including Li Longji. We really do treat him this way, but it's not because he lacks feelings in this aspect. It's because we can provide him with benefits.
He laughed and was very happy when Xiaobei stole food from him, but without us, Xiaobei wouldn't have had a chance to steal food. Even if he did, would he still be happy? He's being magnanimous by not teaching Xiaobei a lesson, but he'll definitely teach Xiaobei's family a lesson.
If Xiaobei was an ordinary person, Li Longji would teach a lesson to the local officials. As for us, we can communicate with the people of Tang equally, but Simo Domo He thinks that we're used to being high and mighty, so he wants to give us a special impression. Pooh! "
"Well said. Where's the meat?" Zhang Xiaobao had already arrived at the big tent that served as the kitchen. He saw the washed wild vegetables, but he couldn't find the meat that he wanted to cut.
"Little Young Master, here, here." Someone outside answered and brought in a tray. There was a large piece of venison on the tray. It was estimated to be around 40 jin.
Zhang Xiaobao glanced at it and said, "It's too much. Xiaobei, the children in the tribe, and the four injured people can't finish it. There's still other dishes."
"It's not much. Don't we have Little Young Master and Little Miss? Five jin is enough for the two of you. After dipping it in the soup, the weight of the venison will be lighter."
The person who came in looked at Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan with an expectant gaze.
"We'll eat with you …"
"Little Young Master, we need someone to watch the little ancestors when we eat hot pot. Tonight, we have two dishes. One is braised with a variety of flavors, the other is wild vegetable dipping sauce, and the other is fish soup. It's not worse than hot pot. The main dish is hot dry biscuits."
The person introduced what they were going to eat tonight. He meant that they didn't need to eat with them. They ate well, so they could accompany the little ancestors to eat hot pot.
"Uh!" Zhang Xiaobao hesitated and looked at Wang Juan. Seeing Wang Juan nod, he said, "Okay, Cuckoo and I will be extravagant today. We won't eat with you. Find Duoduo and invite him to eat. He probably hasn't eaten our hot pot before."
"That's great. Here, put the meat." The person answered happily and ran out.
Zhang Xiaobao began to cut the meat. As for the strips that Xiaobei mentioned, he didn't care at all. If the meat in hot pot was cut into strips, it would disappear when it was put into the pot. Even thin slices like this had to be prepared for the children in the tribe. Otherwise, with their movements, the meat couldn't be picked up at all. It would become the bottom of the pot after a few dips.
Zhang Xiaobao's movements were very fast. He cut the meat according to the horizontal lines. When he cut, he first destroyed the lines. When he dipped the meat, he slightly froze it and kept the moisture. When he cut it, Weiwei pulled and pulled, and it immediately became a roll.
Wang Juan looked and had nothing to do, so she praised, "Good knife skills."
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