Where is the sword of the reborn eagle

As soon as they entered Mongolia, the two also changed into Mongolian attire, and even Guo Mo personally braided Huang Rong's hair.

"Hehe, brother Mo, do all Mongolian girls wear their hairstyles like this? Why do I see sister-in-law Huazheng, she doesn't have so many braids, aren't you kidding me?"

On the second day of her marriage with Guo Jing, Hua Zheng completely dressed herself up as a Han Chinese daughter-in-law, as if she had already predicted in her heart that since she was married, she should be married and follow her husband.

The vast grassland, with no green in sight, was covered with thick snow.

Fortunately, Guo Mo was an old Mongolian man, so he prepared all kinds of cold-proof items early on, including mink fur cloaks and cotton felt hats for each of them, and even the two horses were wrapped in quilts.

Guo Mo packed more than a dozen bags of shochu from Xixia, and even brought some ginger and mustard.

It's a pity that there is no chili pepper in this era. It will not be discovered until a brother named "Ge" in the West travels to America hundreds of years later.

And it will take hundreds of years for it to be introduced into China.

"Rong'er, are you tired from the journey? There is a town ahead in a while, let's spend the night there tonight."

"It just so happens that today is New Year's Eve, so you can't be reduced to the middle of the road, right?"

It has been more than 20 days since the two left Yinzhou City. The snowfall in Mongolia was heavier than expected, which seriously affected the journey.

"Brother Mo, do Mongolians pay attention to celebrating the New Year?"

Well, Chinese New Year is usually referred to as the Spring Festival of the Han people, but the Mongols do not celebrate the Spring Festival, or they have their own "Spring Festival", called "White Festival".

The first month of the lunar calendar is called "Chagansa Day" in Mongolian, which means white moon.

The Mongolian people advocate white, and call the first month of the first lunar month a "white moon", so they call the first day of the first month a "white festival".It is also called Xinijile, which means New Year.

It's a pity that even so, it will take decades for it to really flourish.

The current "White Festival" is just a saying that is popular in a small area.

Before it was completely dark, the two finally arrived at a big town.

The towns of the Mongols are basically formed by markets, and gradually have a permanent population.

Guo Mo had passed by this town several times when he was out fighting with Master Jebe, and he knew that there was a spacious inn in the town, which seemed to be run by Han people.

It was getting dark, and it was raining again, and there was no lodging in the inn, only a table of men in the army were eating and drinking.

The two got off their horses in front of the door, and Guo Mo stepped forward and pushed open the half-hidden door.

"Hey, you are looking at the cold weather, please come inside—"

The shopkeeper, who was guarding the counter, saw someone coming in, so he trotted over hurriedly, called the two waiters, and led the two horses to the backyard.

There was a charcoal basin burning in the inn, and Guo Mo and Huang Rong felt a burst of warmth instantly, and took off their felt hats and mink fur coats one after another.

His own guy took it and hung it on the hanger next to him.

"Shopkeeper, first come two bowls of hot ginger soup, drink it to warm you up."

Guo Mo has been here several times, so he naturally knows what can be done in this store.

The two continued to walk in, and they saw the army men eating and drinking at the opposite table.

"Master...Master——"

Guo Mo and that person were both stunned...

Chapter 2 Thirty

Those who drank in the lobby of the inn were five Mongolian military men, who drank boldly but were not barbaric.

It seems that he has been drinking for a long time, and there are three or four empty wine jars beside him.

Guo Mo recognized at a glance that the one sitting in the center was the first master he came to this world, God Arrow Jebie.

Zhebie also recognized Guo Mo, but he didn't recognize him immediately, instead he said to those soldiers.

"It's rare to be free recently, so go back and spend the holidays with your family. Maybe one day you will suddenly receive an order from the Great Khan, and you will have to go to war again."

"I'm almost done drinking today, and I'm also tired. Let's leave first."

Jebe was their immediate boss, and these few were all single-handedly promoted by Jebe, so it would not be an exaggeration to say that they were confidantes.

Otherwise, he would not have been unemployed for such a long time along with Jebe.

Just because he was one of his own people, he accompanied Jebe to this inn to drink at the end of the year.

Seeing that Zhebie had spoken, several people hurriedly got up and said goodbye, drinking quite a lot.

Several people rushed to pay the bill, but they were told by the shopkeeper that Jebie had already paid, and they left with each other's support. Before leaving, they even glanced at Guo Mo and Huang Rong.

"master--"

Seeing those people go away, Guo Mo came to Zhebie and called "Master" again.

At this time, the shop assistant came over with two bowls of ginger soup.

Jebe didn't say anything, and motioned for them to drink ginger soup first to warm their bodies.

"Mo'er, why do you dare to come back? Don't stay in the inn, go home with me."

Seeing that the two had finished drinking the hot ginger soup, Jebe opened his mouth to speak.

"Go home? Master, do you have a home here?"

Guo Mo knew Zhebe and lived in the barracks all year round.

Of course, I did not delay marrying two wives, and I have two sons and a daughter under my knees, but it seems that they are not here.

"Hey, that's right. You can clean up. It's more convenient to live at home."

Seeing that Zhebie insisted again and again, Guo Mo was also happy to see the result, so he had to return the empty bowl to the shopkeeper.

He also asked the buddy to pack four roast chickens and five catties of stewed meat for himself, and also brought a jar of excellent "Prairie White".

"You kid, are you afraid that you won't have anything to eat when you arrive at the master's house?"

Seeing that Guo Mo had both wine and meat, Jebe couldn't help but scolded with a smile.

"Hey, it's getting dark now, if we get to the master's house and you don't have enough food, we still have to be hungry."

Guo Jing had always been respectful and respectful in front of Zhebie since he was a child, and when Zhebie taught riding and archery kung fu, he was extremely strict.

However, Guo Mo always had a playful smile on his face. The requests made by Zhebie should only be fulfilled, and you will never do more, and you will not be able to find faults.

Guo Mo thanked the shopkeeper again, and asked the waiter to bring his horse over, put the packed meat on the horse, and carried the ten-jin jar of "Prairie White" by himself.

In other words, Jebe is actually the most typical prairie man, who originally lived in no fixed place.

It's just that in the past six months, Tuo Lei, Zhebie, Han Baoju, etc., who were close to Guo Jing and Guo Mo at the beginning, were more or less excluded by Wo Kuotai.

Of course, Han Baoju brought the people from "Seven Sages Village" directly out of the desert. After all, Tuo Lei is Temujin's parent and son, and he also has his own tribe and grassland.

Although Tuo Lei was temporarily excluded, he would not be out of work.

On the contrary, Jebe is already 50 years old, and he has been suffering from battle for half his life.

Seeing that people from Wo Kuotai's family targeted him so much, he simply took sick leave and went back to recuperate.

Genghis Khan didn't want to make such an embarrassment, so he appointed him a name of staying behind, and helped the supply of food and grass by the way.

It has been snowing in the desert grassland for two or three months, where can there be food and grass transshipment?

It was nothing more than a consolation, and Jebe knew it well.

Genghis Khan Temujin, although a hero for the first time, but after all, heroes also have their twilight,

And Wo Kuotai is the next Great Khan he has chosen in his heart.

Jebe simply healed his injuries in the rear and built a yard in this town.

Originally, most people built yurts here, perhaps because of the influence of "Seven Sages Village". In recent years, qualified Mongolians have also begun to build their own yards.

Two months ago, he even brought his two daughter-in-laws and his youngest son over.

The eldest son, Hushengsun, is already 20 years old, and he works under Tuolei's tent. The only daughter, also married last year, is Mu Huali's second son.

Only the youngest son, Orusi, who is just 12 years old and named Haji, was born to Jebe's second daughter-in-law.

And Jebe's second daughter-in-law is also a Han Chinese, an orphan who came from the Dajin Kingdom and fled northward.

Haji's appearance is more similar to his mother's. If you don't look carefully, you don't think you have Mongolian blood.

Zhebe's house is located at the east end of the town, a courtyard covering an area of ​​about three acres. In terms of overall structure, it is really modeled after the "Seven Sages Village", but it is much smaller.

Guo Mo and the two didn't ride horses either, they just held hands and walked back with Zhebie.

It was originally in a small town, and the distance from the inn to Zhebie's house was at most less than two miles.

Although the snow has not stopped now, it has fallen a lot more slowly, drifting slowly.

Just as Jebe knocked on the door twice, an old soldier who answered the door opened the door, and saw that his own general had returned, followed by two guests.

He hurried forward and took the initiative to lead Guo Mo's horse.

Guo Mo carried the wine and meat he had bought, and followed Jebe inside.

The whole courtyard is very simple, so it looks a bit empty. The three-entry courtyard and the reception hall are located in the Erdaoyuan.

When the three of them came to the reception hall, some servants had already lit the lamp in the room and lit a pot of charcoal fire by the way.

"Go, go to the backyard and ask Yunniang and Haji to come over, just say that Mo'er is here, and ask her and Haji to accompany you."

Guo Mo brought Huang Rong with him, but Zhebie could not accept him alone.

And Jebe's eldest daughter-in-law is also an out-and-out Mongolian, two years older than Jebe.

I'm a little older, and my legs and feet are not very convenient. The key is that I can't speak Chinese well.

But the second daughter-in-law is different. She is only 34 and [-] years old, and she is of Han origin. Naturally, there is no major problem in dealing with others.

Not long after, I heard footsteps outside.

"General, I heard that it was Mo'er who came here? This kid still has a conscience, and he knows that the New Year's Eve will come to see me as a teacher's wife?"

The second daughter-in-law, Yunniang, has a hot temper and has been with Zhebie for fourteen or five years. When Guo Jing and Guo Mo were looking for Zhebie to learn art, she took good care of them.

Perhaps because everyone is Han Chinese, no matter Guo Jing or Guo Mo, they are also very kind and respectful to this little teacher.

It is also because of Yunniang that Jebe’s house has more Han Chinese elements than other houses, such as this New Year’s Eve.

Before the man came in, the voice came first.

As soon as the damper rang, a woman came in, followed by a man who was a head and a half taller than the woman.

"Disciple met Master Wife—"

Guo Mo hurried up and bowed deeply to the visitor.

Don't look at Guo Mo's sloppy treatment of Jebie, but he is very courteous to this young mistress. He knows that the ancestors of this young mistress were also high-ranking officials in the Dajin Kingdom.

The little shiniang grew up in a scholarly family, so there is nothing to say about knowledge and rules. When I and my elder brother were young, I studied poetry and prose with the little shiniang for two years.

Later, when the family was in decline, and even offended the dignitaries in the court, he fled north to the desert and met Jebe.

"Hehe, is it really Mo'er? I'm still your master and coaxing me. Sit down first, I finally caught another one to watch the new year with me today on New Year's Eve. This is Miss Huang, right?"

Yun Niang stepped forward to help Guo Mo up, and looked up and down this apprentice who hadn't seen him for several years. The last time we met seemed to be Guo Mo's 16th birthday, right?

Then, Yunniang saw Huang Rong next to her, her eyes lit up, what a beautiful woman!

Immediately thinking of the news that Zhebie had told him, he immediately guessed that this woman should be Mo'er's daughter-in-law, Huang Rong.

"Look at how sloppy I am. Rong'er, hurry up and call for someone. This is my little mistress, who has taken care of me and my elder brother since childhood. You met Master Zhebie in Taihu Lake."

Huang Rong glared at Guo Mo, thinking that such a smart person, why can't he speak today?

What does it mean to have met in "Taihu Lake"? Is this an obvious reminder of what happened when Jebie was captured in the Taihu Water Village?

Sure enough, Jebe, who was sitting on the side, flushed slightly on his face.

Fortunately, it was late at night, so no one noticed, and they just said in their hearts: "What a dear apprentice!"

"Rong'er has seen the teacher's wife. I heard from Brother Mo that there is a well-educated teacher's wife on the grassland. She is beautiful and intelligent, and she is a lady of the Ming Dynasty. It is so true when I see her today."

"Heck, would Mo'er praise me like that? Miss Huang is the only person in the Ming Dynasty. I don't know how much virtue Mo'er has accumulated in her previous life to find such a good wife as Miss Huang."

Well, as the saying goes, there are three women in one drama, and there are only two of them, and they just flattered each other there.

"Miss, please don't be polite. You are brother Mo's mistress, that is, Rong'er's mistress. Don't call me 'Miss Huang', just call me 'Rong'er'."

Pulled by Yun Niang, she looked at herself wantonly, which made Huang Rong, who was born in the Jianghu, feel inexplicable "pressure".

"Heck, okay, I'll call you 'Rong'er', come here today and try Master's wife's handicrafts, cook it for others to eat on weekdays, all those delicacies will be in vain."