"Thut, hut, hut, hut, hut, hut, hut, hut, hut, hut, hut, hut, hut, hut, hut, hut, hut, hut......"

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Zhu Youxiao turned on the loudspeaker on the RV, and the song "Welcome March" was released inside the loudspeaker.

Without this song, there would be no sense of ritual when receiving the Gentiles. I remember that whenever this song was played in later generations, it was time for the leaders to start entering the venue.

This is a damn sense of ritual.

Zhou Shuren once said that meeting without a sense of ritual is not as good as salted fish.

Accompanied by this music, the edge of the second floor of the RV slowly began to open, and an electric ladder drifted downwards and stopped until it reached the ground.

Obahhan, with his several men, squeezed his eyes and watched around as if they were facing a great enemy.

It's so weird, it's really so weird, why is there suddenly such weird music here!

At this time, Zhu Youxiao slowly walked towards the grass with BGM. Seeing these local buns looking at the world that had never seen the world, he shook his head with emotion.

Today I will give you some insights.

Zhu Youxiao, wearing a red dragon robe, walked slowly forward with a black dress, smiling like a great charity.

Several people relaxed when they saw Zhu Youxiao walking towards them. It seemed that this was something strange about Mingren. However, it was quite strange to say that this music was quite strange. I don’t know why I felt like I wanted to walk around and enter when I heard this music.

"Tu Xietuhan from the Korqin tribe greeted the respected Emperor Ming!" When Obhan saw the Emperor of Ming that was walking towards him, he pushed away the person blocking him and walked forward a few steps to greet him.

Zhu Youxiao nodded slightly and helped Obahan.

"There is no need for any politeness to King Bimawen. Please get up quickly, please get up quickly."

Obahhan straightened his waist when he saw the Emperor of Ming Dynasty. It seemed that the Emperor of Ming Dynasty had great martial arts skills, and his internal strength could penetrate his body and reach a few meters away to help him up.

"See Your Majesty!" Obahhan saluted to the Emperor of Ming again, but this time the etiquette was not the same as before. The meaning of this ritual represents different. This time the ritual used the title of King Bimawen personally enthroned by the Emperor of Ming Dynasty, which means that Obahhan completely recognized the enthronement of the Ming Dynasty. From then on, the Korqin Grassland was considered a vassal of the Ming Dynasty.

"Hahahaha! OK! I have a lot of rewards! I have a lot of rewards... I have a thousand kilograms of cigarettes!" Zhu Youxiao gave a good thing to the Korqin grassland very considerately.

Zhu Youxiao believes they will like it very much.

Obhan was waiting for the reward from the Emperor of Ming Dynasty. You see, we were so obedient and obedient to the Ming Dynasty. If you don’t give it well, wouldn’t it be too disappointing to us? The Emperor of Ming Dynasty is rich in the world. If he is too stingy, what should the people of the world think of it?

"Cigarette?" Obahhan was stunned. He heard the so-called strange noun of cigarettes for the first time.

"Yes, it's a very good thing. Don't worry, will I still be so stingy that I give you useless things? This cigarette is a good thing, even within my Ming Dynasty, it's a treasure." Zhu Youxiao's kind-hearted and kind-hearted attitude, giving people the way I really consider it for you.

However, if Zhu Youxiao is lying, it really doesn't exist. This cigarette is indeed a good thing. The price within the Ming Dynasty is also very high. Only high-ranking officials, nobles and wealthy merchants can afford it. Moreover, this cigarette is the exclusive secret recipe of the Daming Tobacco Manufacturing Company, a subsidiary of the Daming Royal Assets Department. The output is fixed every time. Whether it is either that the old customers may not be able to buy at one time, or that this thousand pounds are also picked out from Fatty Wang's mouth.

According to Fatty Wang, this thousand pounds can be sold at least 10,000 taels of silver, and this is sold according to the lowest series. If it is replaced by the high-end one, which is said to be made of girl's legs, the price will be dozens of times higher.

"That's it." Zhu Youxiao took an exquisite wooden box from Dali's hand, and opened it and placed it with ten thick and long black cigarettes.

In fact, this cigarette can also be called a cigar. People who have heard of it say it is very exciting, much more exciting than the white, thin, short and other white.

So Zhu Youxiao brought 10,000 yuan, ten yuan per catty, one pound, one ounce.

In order to choose this kind of exciting one, Zhu Youxiao still remembers that when he was in college, a roommate was from the grassland in the north. They couldn't get used to smoking the cigarettes in the south, saying that the cigarettes in the south were not strong at all, but it was still the ones in the north that made it feel good to smoke.

Zhu Youxiao thought that the Tartars must have a strong taste. This strong taste may stimulate their senses more, and it also looks very tall and outstanding, but it is very powerful just looking at the packaging.

The sandalwood box is lined with silk on the bottom, and then each cigar is wrapped in gold foil, which looks very noble at first glance.

These people had never seen such exquisite things. They really thought they were some treasures, so Obama took them happily.

"How to make this...?" Obhan asked without understanding the box of cigars.

"Come on, I will teach you." Zhu Youxiao picked up the cigar cutters and the lighter enthusiastically taught these Tartars to smoke cigars.

Several people sat on the ground, and Zhu Youxiao was very enthusiastic about giving them a few lit points, just like a salesman. The few people naturally talked with a cigar with their fingers, closed their eyes and began to suck up the clouds and smog.

"ah.........."

"It's this feeling, it seems like I'm back to the embrace of the grassland."

"That's right, it's just this feeling. I just feel like I've become an eagle swimming in the sky!"

For a moment, the smoke was shrouded here, and Zhu Youxiao was so smoky that he was soaked in tears.

Really, Zhu Youxiao regretted it a little. What are you doing for smoking for them? He hates smoking the most. After all, smoking is harmful to health.

Zhou Shuren: If you oppose smoking, start with me! Bajibaji! Spit out a cigarette butt, bah! I will never smoke again after smoking this box!

"Your Majesty, why don't you smoke?" Obahhan saw Zhu Youxiao just light a cigarette for him and others, but he didn't touch him at all. This was a bit strange. The Emperor of the Ming Dynasty praised such a good thing, but why did he not smoke at all?

Zhu Youxiao smiled and waved his hand: "You should enjoy this good thing, I have no luck in having fun."

After hearing what the Emperor of Ming Dynasty said, the few people suddenly stopped. The Emperor of Ming Dynasty did not suck it for himself. What does this mean? Is it... poisonous!

"Whether you believe it or not, I will die if I smoke. I can't smoke in my life. It's so sad. I have no way to enjoy such a good thing in my life." Zhu Youxiao looked at the sky with a lonely face, as if he couldn't see these people sniffing in his throat.
Chapter completed!