When Zhang Xiaobao met with the leader of the local tribe, Seymour Domohe Rofoche Hemowuge, there was no shaking hands, no hugs together, and no even approaching.
The two were ten meters apart. Zhang Xiaobao was sitting on a chair with his back north to south. Seymour Tamahe had only one Mazha, sitting south and north. When looking at Zhang Xiaobao, he had to look up.
It's not that Zhang Xiaobao deliberately embarrassed the other party, but the rules, which represents the majesty of Datang, how can the leader of a Xiaopo tribe sit on an equal footing? It's a good thing not to let him kneel.
As for why you can hook your shoulders and back when you meet Duoduo, that is a manifestation of affinity. When to be friendly and when to be majestic, it is determined by the superior, but also by the strength.
At this moment, Zhang Xiaobao decided to be majestic. Thunder, rain and dew are all kind of grace.
"The following Seymour Domohe Rofoche Homo Wuge, why did you come here?" Zhang Xiaobao asked in a clumsy tone.
Seymour Domoha·Rofoche·Homowuge felt very uncomfortable when he heard this, and he is not your subordinate. Why do you treat me like this
He was dissatisfied, but Seymour Tama showed a respectful look on his face, and replied: "It's because your country is here to make the journey, so I will come to greet him personally."
After he finished speaking, he started to look up, as if I was here to visit you, giving a meaning of neither humble nor arrogant.
Sitting on it, Zhang Xiaobao sneered twice: "Hehe, come here, we are not an envoy, we are here to kill, and when we come, someone must die."
Seymour Tamahe took a deep breath, smiled reluctantly, and asked, "I wonder who you want to die?"
"For those who stare at us, die; those who bark their teeth, die; those who disrespect us, die; those who don't listen to us, die; those who make me look uncomfortable when they smile at me, die! Come on, Seymour Tama, give me a smile."
Zhang Xiaobao put one leg on the armrest of the big chair, leaned against it, and said to Seymour Domohe with a grin.
Someone beside him raised his gun and aimed at Seymour Domoga.
Seymour Tamahe felt a deep humiliation. Not only him, but all the people around him felt that Zhang Xiaobao was too bully after hearing what Zhang Xiaobao said. People came over and took a look. They didn't say that they should be treated well, and they would not be too bad. Humiliation.
Seymour Domohe finally chose to compromise when facing the threat of life. He raised his head and showed Zhang Xiaobao a smile he thought was the best. He really didn't want to die so embarrassed.
"Yeah! It's okay, but you have to practice more after you go back. We will go there early tomorrow morning. Are you ready to go to the country?" Zhang Xiaobao nodded slightly, and asked again at Seymour Domohe.
"It's ready." Seymour Tama couldn't say anything else. In fact, he hadn't prepared at all. He knew that the people from Datang came here and said they wanted to exchange things. He knew that it was Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan's army. In the future, I came here with a nervous heart, intending to understand the purpose of the two.
Unexpectedly, when we first met, this Zhang Xiaobao would treat himself as his subordinate, and how to say he was also a leader, with more than 3,000 people, it was too much to not give him the attention he deserved.
After a while, Seymour got in touch with him, feeling a lot better, and adjusted his emotions, and began to think about serious things. Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan went to their place. They had helped the big cannibals before, in case they use it again. This is trouble, how should I deal with it
Zhang Xiaobao was also satisfied this time. He didn't have to embarrass the other party. He found that this man named Seymour Tamahe had an indifferent look in his eyes. He was very calm, relaxed, and reserved. He wanted to sit on an equal footing with himself. To reflect his prestige as the leader of such a small tribe.
Zhang Xiaobao didn’t know why. He thought of the Philippine president in the historical documentary. Aquino. Like Xiaoxinyan, he didn’t see the situation clearly and his attitude was very bad. Every time he died, he laughed. This is political wisdom. Immature, you are secretly happy and no one cares, pretend you have to pretend to be, other American presidents dare not laugh, are you stupid? Respect for life!
The Seymour Domo in front of him gave Zhang Xiaobao exactly this feeling. You said that you are a tribe of 3,000 people, and what you want is nothing, what are you pretending to be? What qualifications do you have to show equality in front of me, and whether you are not humble or overbearing, do you see too many historical allusions? No wonder Datang speaks so smoothly.
As he thought about it, Zhang Xiaobao waved his hand, closed his eyes, leaned back, and began to sleep dozingly.
"Seymour Domohe, you can go back, we will pass tomorrow, or do you stay and have a meal? It's too late."
Someone immediately gestured to Seymour Tama, appearing to be more polite.
"Okay, let's have a meal, we really didn't eat it." Seymour Tamahe agreed happily.
"Come here, please." This person became depressed at once, and said politely to you, you actually agreed, but since the words came out, naturally you have to entertain him.
Seymour Tamahe followed, and kept looking at the camp situation along the way, and found that it looked chaotic. The camp was too untidy compared to the previous army. It was not in rows or rows at all, but One here, another there. It seems that Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan's team marching to fight is really not good.
At the same time, he was still wondering what he did wrong. According to the books of Tang Dynasty he had read, many of them were written in it. He went outside to meet the leaders of other places, and then he was neither humble nor overbearing, but also criticized the other party, but the other party said Pushing out to decapitate, the pushed person laughs a few times, and they will be left behind and ask, why are they laughing
After that, it was easy to handle, and after speaking out his own words, the leader of the other party heard that it made sense, so he succeeded.
But at that time today, I didn't say that I was going to push it out to decapitate, so I aimed the gun directly. If I laughed, would I die first without waiting for Zhang Xiaobao to ask why he laughed
I have seen that gun by myself. It is more powerful than a bow and arrow. If the arrow is far away, it may hide or shift when it comes. The gun does not give you that time. When the sound is heard, the person has fallen down. .
Seymour Tama was very depressed at the time of one, and he also knew that people didn't want him to stay for dinner, probably because of the problem of helping the big cannibals before, the damn big cannibals unexpectedly lost, and he ran so fast.
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"Alright, get up quickly, Xiaobei and the others are waiting to eat the hot pot, you go and slice it, and Xiaobei shouts to eat thin strips, you find a way."
Zhang Xiaobao was still lying on the chair, and Wang Juan came over to urge him.
In fact, she can also cut, but it can't compare to Xiaobao. In order to make her younger brothers and sisters eat happily, Xiaobao must do it.
Zhang Xiaobao is indeed a little tired, not physically, but psychologically. He knows that the attitude of Seymour Tama he just saw doesn't matter. What matters is whether the other party usually promotes the same ideas with his people.
The influence of a leader on the people under the rule is very large, second only to the influence of parents and teachers on children. If Seymour Tama’s daily propaganda is the idea that is hostile to the Tang Dynasty, then more than 3,000 people are estimated to be the same. Thinking.
As he got up and walked towards the kitchen, Zhang Xiaobao said to Wang Juan: "When the Japanese invaded, not to mention aggression, when we said that the nation merged with us, we also started Japanese education in the three northeastern provinces. It shows how smart Japanese people are, but in the end they were Failed, I am worried that Seymour Tamaha will also be fine to educate their people, so that we will not be facing an opponent."
Wang Juan smiled and said: "I can see that Seymour Tamaha is a clever person who has used the wrong place. He may think that we are always on top and there is one less person who dares to communicate with us normally, so he wants to play such a role. .
In fact, he still knows too little about my Huaxia culture. There is no equality at all, and no leader is really cheap to that extent, including Li Longji. We do treat him that way, but it’s not because he lacks this aspect. Feeling, but what benefits we can offer him.
Saying that Xiaobei robbed him for something to eat, he laughed and was very happy. If we weren't there, Xiaobei wouldn't have a chance to grab something like this, even if he did, he would still be happy after robbing it? He was magnanimous not to clean up Beckham, but he turned around and promised to clean up Beckham's family.
If Xiaobei is an ordinary citizen, Li Longji will be the local parent official. As for us, we can communicate with the people of Datang on an equal footing, but Seymour Tama thinks that we are used to being above all at ordinary times. He wants to give us a special impression, I pooh! "
"That's great, where's the meat?" Zhang Xiaobao had already arrived in the kitchen tent. He saw the washed wild vegetables, but couldn't find the meat to be cut.
"Little son, here and here." Someone outside responded and brought a tray over. There was a large piece of venison on the tray, estimated to be about forty catties.
Zhang Xiaobao glanced at it and said, "It's too much. Xiaobei and the others, including the children from the tribe and the four wounded and sick, can't finish it. There are other dishes."
"Not much, don't you have a little son and a little lady, you two can eat five catties, and you can rinse it in the soup, and the weight of the venison will be light."
Those who came in looked at Zhang Xiaobao and Zhang Xiaobao with an expectant look.
"Let's eat with you..."
"Little son, eat hot pot, the little ancestors have to be watching. Tonight, there are two dishes, one is siubaiweier, one is dipping sauce for wild vegetables, and there is also a fish soup. It is not inferior to hot pot. The staple food is hot noodles. Dry cakes."
Let someone introduce what to eat in the evening, which means that you don’t have to eat with us, we eat, you accompany the little ancestors to eat hot pot.
"Uh!" Zhang Xiaobao hesitated, looked at Wang Juan, and when Wang Juan nodded, Fang said: "Okay, today I and Juan Juan are extravagant. I won't eat with you. Find a lot and invite him to have a meal. He has never eaten our hot pot."
"Great, here's the meat." The visitor happily agreed and turned and ran out.
Zhang Xiaobao began to change the knife and then slice it. As for the strips that Xiaobei said, it doesn't matter what, if the meat of the shabu hot pot is cut into strips, it will disappear from the pot, and the thin slices like this must be prepared for the children of the tribe to copy The net spoons, otherwise, with their actions, the meat would not be able to hold it, and it would become the bottom of the pot after being rinsed twice.
Zhang Xiaobao's movements are very fast. The meat is cut according to the horizontal pattern. When cutting, the texture is destroyed first, and the meat is scattered while waiting to be rinsed. The meat is slightly frozen and retains water. When cutting the knife, pull it slightly. , It will be rolled immediately.
Wang Juan looked at him, he was idle, and praised: "Good sword technique."