During the meal, Zhang Xiaobao was very happy and personally sent Simo Domo out of the camp.
Seymour Domohe was not full yet. He had many things on his mind. At the same time, he felt a lot of pressure, so much so that it was unbearable.
The people who followed him here ate quite well, especially the salted vegetables prepared by the camp. Basically, each of them ate at least two plates. Finally, they saw salt that was free and not bitter to eat. They reckoned that they could drink water to their hearts' content before going back to sleep.
Walking back in the darkness, Seimo Domo was still regretting that he had chosen the wrong person. He shouldn't have been swayed by the Arabs' words. Even if the king had ordered him to stay so far away, disobeying a little wouldn't have been a big deal.
He had helped the Arabs, but he hadn't received any benefits. Now that trouble had come, the King had offered no help at all. He didn't believe that the King wouldn't be able to get some information. It seemed that just like how he didn't care about Duoduo's hundred-some men, the King didn't care about him.
"The stakes are too high. You want to wipe out my clan?" As Seymour Domoga walked, he remembered the last bet they had discussed. He stopped and looked up at the sky, muttering to himself.
The sky was pretty good tonight. There were stars twinkling, and there was also a crescent moon.
But Seymour Domo always felt very oppressed, as if there was going to be a heavy rain. The content of the competition was decided by him. When the time came, both sides would discuss the specific rules to ensure fairness.
However, the stakes could not be changed. If the tribe won, they would be forgiven by the Great Tang. Furthermore, in the future, large amounts of salt would be sent to them every year. Just like what they ate today, there was no bitter taste, just a comforting saltiness.
If they lost, the tribe would have to follow the Tang people. They would hunt, carry things, and dig for wild vegetables. Of course, they would also be able to obtain salt. However, the food would depend on what the Tang people gave them. There was definitely no good rice, and there were other foods that they had never seen before.
"King, let's fight it out with them." He didn't know what had happened to the King, but he could feel that the King was not happy. "That's right," one of the bodyguards said to Simo Domoga.
Using the light of the moon and stars, Simo Duomo looked at the person who was speaking. The corners of his mouth moved as if he was mocking himself. He said, "Fight? More than three thousand of us? They won't be afraid of us dying in front of them. They won't hesitate to kill us. Go back and have a good rest today. I'll think of something. "
The group sped up and returned to their home. The place where Seymour Domo lived was not bad. It was not a shack. He had a stone house, a courtyard, and a woman in the courtyard.
Today, he was not in the mood to pamper the women. He knew that he had to think of a few good competitions to win against the Great Tang people first. As for whether the Great Tang people would be angry after winning, the worst result would be that he would lead his people to act together with the Great Tang people as if they had lost.
As for the children, they ate the candy and were taken care of by Xiao Bei and the others. He didn't betray the tribe, but the tribe didn't treat him as a member of the tribe.
The happy Duoduo did not care about his own people when Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan were drinking tea. He joined in the fun. He had never drunk something that was a little bitter and then a little sweet.
Zhang Xiaobao was in charge of making tea. He did not put out the Kung Fu tea. There was an outsider, and an outsider who did not understand Kung Fu tea. Zhang Xiaobao felt that it was better to just chat casually instead of explaining from beginning to end.
It was just a teapot filled with tea leaves. He washed it and then poured it into the three people's tea bowls.
Duoduo was not afraid of the heat. After pouring more than half a bowl, he drank it directly. He watched as Zhang Xiaobao refilled it and drank it again. The bitter taste in his mouth seemed to be very comfortable.
"Fill it up for me. There's always a gap." Duoduo found that every time Zhang Xiaobao poured tea for him, there was still a gap between the bowl and the mouth. He felt that he was drinking less.
Zhang Xiaobao still poured more than half a bowl for Duoduo and explained, "It's rude to fill the bowl with tea. It's not convenient to hold the bowl when drinking. In our Tang, it's called 'bullying the guest when the tea is full.' When you go to the Tang in the future, you must be careful. What competition do you think Seymour Duomo will propose? "
Wang Juan slowly lifted her own tea bowl and drank gently. She tasted two small sips and then drank a big mouthful. She also thought about Duoduo. After all, the other party was the most familiar with the local traditions.
Duoduo first felt that Zhang Xiaobao's words about not filling the bowl to the brim were very interesting. Then, he was stumped. He also could not guess what kind of competition the original chief would propose.
It seemed that his people had no advantage over the people of the Great Tang. Competing in eating and drinking? The difference was too big. Competing in hunting? The Great Tang people had guns. Competing in fighting with warriors? When Zhang Xiaobao set up camp at night, the knife that suddenly appeared seemed to be very powerful.
Shaking his head, Duoduo said embarrassedly, "I don't know. Maybe … maybe it's a competition of strength to move big stones."
"Oh!" Zhang Xiaobao nodded and began to ponder. He tried to determine if the people on Simo Domo He's side were strong or not. According to their race, daily nutrition and training, he found that the people on Simo Domo He's side did not have any advantage. There were a few strong people in his team who were born with great strength.
"There's no need to think about what competition. If there are rules, we can continue to talk." Wang Juan was very relaxed and did not seem to be anxious.
"That's right. If they want to move stones, we can add tools in the rules. I don't believe that their tools can be compared to ours."
Zhang Xiaobao said with a smile. He raised his head and drank the tea in the bowl. Then, he poured more for the three people.
Duoduo drank and felt that this thing called tea was very magical. In the past, he had only heard about it from others but had never tasted it. Even the people of Great Tang who saved him did not let him drink it.
He watched as Zhang Xiaobao squeezed a small ball into the flask and poured the water non-stop. The water that flowed out had that smell, so he drank as much as he could. He wanted to see if the small ball would always have that smell.
In addition to the food he had eaten before, he finally could not drink anymore. He could only slow down and ask, "Why does this tea always have that taste?"
"Because this is good tea. It can be brewed more than ten times. Now, it has only been brewed four times. If it's your first time drinking, I advise you not to drink too much. Otherwise, you will get drunk and can't sleep at night. "
Zhang Xiaobao finally understood why Duoduo kept staring at the teapot and drinking. He wanted to drink until the tea lost its taste to verify his guess. How persistent was he? A persistent man was very cute, even though he was a little darker, thinner, and shorter.
Duoduo nodded repeatedly. So it was not that the tea could be brewed continuously. It was because the tea was good. As for why he could not sleep, he would know at night.
"Leader Simo Domo used to have tea before, but he never let me drink it. He treated it like a treasure. Is it not as good as your tea?" Duoduo recalled something and drank another sip. He felt better. The leader did not let him drink before, but now he could drink it.
Zhang Xiaobao continued to pour water for him. "Yes, the tea that Simo Domo drank was fermented black tea. If it was the tea that he got twenty years ago, he could not bear to drink it. Now, it is not bad. What we drank was green tea. Even if he kept the black tea for twenty years, it would not be as valuable as our tea now.
Because no one would bring good black tea here, the good tea was sold in Great Tang. Anyway, you don't know how to drink it, so it would be a waste to give it to you. "
Duoduo sighed. He knew that Zhang Xiaobao was telling the truth, but it was really a blow. He wanted to know the value of the tea, so he asked, "How much salt can it be exchanged for?"
Zhang Xiaobao was speechless. Wang Juan smiled. Did they have to use salt to calculate the value of everything?
"The pot of tea that we drank is enough for 126 of you to eat for half a year, including the cost of transporting it."
Zhang Xiaobao kindly gave a rough estimate.
Duoduo rubbed his stomach and said, "I can still drink it. If I continue to brew it, it will lose its taste."
"You can still drink it tomorrow. We brought a lot of tea," Zhang Xiaobao kindly advised.
Duoduo firmly said, "Brew it."
After thinking for a while, he asked, "If Simo Domo did not work with the Arabs to fight Great Tang, would I not have met you?"
A smile appeared on Zhang Xiaobao's face. After a pause, he said, "You were too close to Great Tang. You didn't use this area very well. It's just that if we met in that situation, we wouldn't know if we were friends or foes. Forget it, there are no ifs. "
Duoduo understood. No matter what Simo Domo chose, the Tang would eventually come. It was just like how a large tribe would eventually occupy a small tribe.
"It's good that you came. Drink some tea," Duoduo rubbed his stomach and felt that he could drink again, so he signaled to Zhang Xiaobao to pour some tea for him.
The next morning, everyone else was very energetic, but Duoduo's eyes were a little bloodshot. Even after washing his face with cold water three times, he was still in a daze.
He finally understood why one could not drink too much tea. Yesterday, he was the only one drinking tea. Afterward, he felt a little dizzy and returned to his tent. Before lying down, his head hurt a little. He wanted to sleep, but when he lay down, he found that he could not. He still had a headache. After some time, his head no longer hurt, but he still could not sleep.
Thinking and thinking, he finally fell asleep in a daze. But just as he closed his eyes, someone came to wake him up for breakfast.
After washing his face three times and drinking a bowl of porridge, Duoduo felt a little better. He advised Zhang Xiaobao, who had finished breakfast first and was drinking tea with a small pot. "You can't drink too much tea. It will make you feel guilty and then you won't be able to sleep."
"Thank you for reminding me. I changed to a small pot." Zhang Xiaobao thanked Duoduo very seriously.
The one with redder eyes than Duoduo was Simo Domo, who did not drink tea yesterday and also did not rest well. When he woke up in the morning, he did not eat. He simply washed up and brought 25 people to the Great Tang camp.
He was led to see Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan. Along the way, he smelled the porridge. When he saw Zhang Xiaobao, he also smelled the faint fragrance of tea. His stomach growled.
"Leader Simo Domo, have you thought about what you want to compete?" Zhang Xiaobao asked very kindly. He even took a small tea bowl and poured tea for Simo Domo.
Seymour Domo first nodded his head and expressed his thanks. Then he said, "I've thought it through. Three. Three. Two wins."
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