Zhang Xiaobao met with Seymotamoha, Rofoche, and Hemowuge, the leader of the local tribe. There was no scene of shaking hands with each other, nor did he hug each other, and even did not even get close.

The two were ten meters apart. Zhang Xiaobao sat on a chair with his back facing north and south. Seymour Tamahe had only one horse stool. He sat south and north. He needed to raise his head when looking at Zhang Xiaobao.

It was not that Zhang Xiaobao deliberately made things difficult for the other party, but that the rules represent the majesty of the Tang Dynasty. How could a leader of a small destruction tribe be on an equal footing? It was already considered a mercy not to let him kneel down.

As for why you can hold your arms and backs when you meet Duoduo, it reflects affinity. When to be friendly and majestic is determined by the superiors, it is also determined by strength.

At this moment, Zhang Xiaobao decided to be majestic, thunder, rain and dew are all kindness to you.

"The Seymotamohe, Luofoche, and Hemowu Ge, why did you come?" Zhang Xiaobao asked in a grasping tone.

Seymour Tamahe, Rofoche, and Hemowu felt very uncomfortable when they heard this. He is not your subordinate, so why should you treat me like this?

He was dissatisfied with his heart, but Seymotamoha showed a respectful expression on his face and replied, "It is because your country is coming to work hard, so we come here to greet him in person."

After he finished speaking, he began to look straight, as if I was coming to visit you, giving you a sense of being neither humble nor arrogant.

Zhang Xiaobao, who was sitting on it, sneered: "Haha, we are not on missions, we are here to kill people. If we come here, someone must die."

Seymotamohe took a deep breath and smiled reluctantly. He asked, "I wonder who you want to die?"

"Those who stare at us will die; those who bare at us will die; those who are disrespectful to us will die; those who do not listen to us will die; those who make me feel uncomfortable when laughing at me will die! Come, Seymour Tamahe, give me a smile."

Zhang Xiaobao put one leg on the armrest of a big chair, leaning his body there, and said carelessly to Seymour Tamahe.

Someone was already holding up a gun and aiming at Seymotamohe.

Seymour Tamahe felt deeply humiliated. Not only him, but everyone around him felt that Zhang Xiaobao was too bullying when he heard Zhang Xiaobao's words. People came to see him and didn't say that he would treat him well, so they wouldn't be humiliated.

When facing the threat of life, Seymour Tamohe finally chose to compromise. He raised his head and showed Zhang Xiaobao a smile he thought was the best. He really didn't want to die so frustrated.

"Yeah! It's OK. But after you go back, you need to practice more. We will go there tomorrow morning. Are you ready to welcome the country?" Zhang Xiaobao nodded slightly and asked Seymour Tamohe again.

"It's ready." Seymour Tamahe couldn't say anything else. In fact, he was not prepared at all. He realized that the people of the Tang Dynasty were here and said they wanted to exchange things. After he knew that it was Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan's army, he came with a nervous heart and planned to understand the purpose of the two.

Unexpectedly, when we met, Zhang Xiaobao treated himself as his subordinate. After all, he was also a leader, with more than 3,000 people. It was too much to not give him any due attention.

After a while of deep complaint, Seymour Tamahe felt much better, and his emotions adjusted, and he began to think about serious things. Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan arrived at their own place. They had helped the cannibalism before. If they used this again to cause trouble, how should they deal with it?

Zhang Xiaobao was also satisfied this time, and he didn't have to make things difficult for the other party. He found that this man named Seymotamohe had an indifferent look in his eyes. He was very calm, relaxed, and reserved, and wanted to be on an equal footing with himself to reflect the prestige of the leader of such a small tribe.

Zhang Xiaobao didn't know why, but he remembered the Philippine president in the historical documentary, such as Aquino. He didn't see the situation clearly, and his attitude was very bad. Every time someone died on his side, he would laugh. This is an immature political wisdom. You are secretly happy in your heart and no one cares about it. You have to pretend to be a little bit too. The American president dares not laugh. Why are you not stupid? Respect for life!

The Seymour Tamohe in front of me gives Zhang Xiaobao this feeling. You said that you are a tribe of 3,000 people, and you don’t want anything, what are you pretending? What qualifications do you have to show equality in front of me, and you are not humble or arrogant. I have read too many historical allusions? No wonder the Tang Dynasty is so smooth.

Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaobao waved his hand, closed his eyes, leaned back, and began to pretend to sleep.

"Semotamoha, you can go back. We will go tomorrow. Why don't you stay for dinner? It's too late."

Someone immediately signaled to Seymour Tamahe, and seemed more polite.

"Okay, let's have a meal, we really didn't eat it." Seymour Tamahe agreed happily.

"Please come here." This man was depressed suddenly. He said politely to you, and you actually agreed, but since he said it, he naturally had to entertain him.

Seymotamohe followed, looking at the camp situation all the way, and found that it looked very messy. The camp tent was too untidy compared to the troops we had been there before. It was not in rows, but in one row, but one here and another there. It seemed that Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan's team were really not good at marching and fighting.

At the same time, he was also thinking about what he did wrong. According to the books of the Tang Dynasty that he had read, many of them were written in it. Go outside to meet the leaders of other places, and then he was neither humble nor arrogant, and he also criticized the other party. As a result, when the other party said he was pushed, he would be beheaded, and the person who was pushed laughed a few times, and someone would be left behind. Asked, why did he laugh?

After that, it became easier. After saying something, the other leader made a lot of sense and then succeeded.

But just now, I didn't say I wanted to push it out and beheaded, so I just aimed at the gun. If I laughed, would I die before Zhang Xiaobao asked why he was laughing?

I have seen that gun I have ever seen, it is more powerful than a bow and arrow. If the arrow is far away, it may still be dodged when it flies, or block it. The gun will not give you that time at all. When you hear the sound, the person has already fallen.

Seymour Tamahe was very depressed for a moment, and he knew that he didn't want him to stay for dinner. It was probably because of the problem of helping the big cannibals before that, the big cannibals, actually lost and ran so fast.

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"Okay, get up quickly, Xiaobei and the others are waiting for hot pot. You go and cut it. Xiaobei shouts to eat the fine strips. You can find a way."

Zhang Xiaobao was still lying on the chair, and Wang Juan came over to urge him.

In fact, she can cut it too, but she is not as good as Xiaobao. In order to make her younger brother and sister have fun, Xiaobao must do it.

Zhang Xiaobao is indeed a little tired, not physically, but psychologically. He knows that the attitude of Seymour Tamahe I just met is irrelevant, but what matters is whether the other party usually promotes the same ideas as his tribe members.

A leader has a great influence on the people under his rule, second only to the influence of parents and teachers on their children. If Seymour Tamahe promotes ideas that are hostile to the Tang Dynasty in daily life, then more than 3,000 people probably have the same thinking.

While getting up and walking towards the kitchen, Zhang Xiaobao said to Wang Juan: "When the Japanese invaded. Not to mention invasion, just when the ethnic integration was made, they also started Japanese education from the three northeastern provinces. It shows how smart the Japanese are, but they failed in the end. I am worried that Seymour Tamahe will also have nothing to do to educate their people, so that we will not face an opponent."

Wang Juan smiled and said, "I can see that Seymour Tamohe is a clever man who uses the wrong place. He may think that we are always superior and lack a 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 Chinese culture, there is no equality at all, and no leader will be so humble. Including Li Longji, we do treat him like this, but it is not because he lacks this feeling, but what benefits we can provide him.

He said that Xiao Bei was snatching food from him, and he laughed and was very happy. If it weren't for us, Xiao Bei wouldn't have the chance to snatch things. Even if there were, he would still be very happy after snatching it? He would not be generous to not deal with Xiao Bei, but he would have to deal with Xiao Bei's family.

If Xiao Bei was an ordinary citizen, Li Longji would be the local parents. As for us, we could communicate with the people of the Tang Dynasty on an equal footing, but Seymour Tamahe thought we were used to being arrogant and he wanted to give us a special impression, so I'm gonna have it!"

"That's great, where is the meat?" Zhang Xiaobao had already arrived in the big tent of the kitchen. He saw the washed wild vegetables, but he couldn't find the meat he wanted to cut.

"Young master, here is here." Someone outside responded and brought a tray over. There was a large piece of venison on it, which was estimated to be about 40 kilograms.

Zhang Xiaobao glanced and said, "There are too many. Xiaobei and the others, including the children in the tribe and the four wounded and sick, can't finish it, and there are other dishes."

"Not much, aren't you, Xiao Gongzi and Xiao Madam? Five pounds are enough for you to eat. With a rinse in the soup, the amount of venison will be lighter."

The person who came in looked at Zhang Xiaobao and the others with anticipation.

"Let's have something to eat with you..."

"Young master, eating hot pot, someone must watch next to my ancestors. Tonight there are two dishes, one is roasted with Baiwei, the other is wild vegetable dipping sauce, and the other is fish soup, which is not worse than hot pot. The main food is dried biscuits with hot noodles."

Here comes to introduce what to eat for the evening, which means you don’t have to eat with us, and what we eat is good, so you can accompany your ancestors to eat hot pot.

"Uh!" Zhang Xiaobao hesitated for a moment, looked at Wang Juan, and saw Wang Juan nodding, and said, "Okay, Juanjuan and I are extravagant today. I won't eat with you anymore. I'll find Duoduo and invite him to have a meal. I guess he has never eaten our hot pot."

"It's great, let's put the meat here." The visitor agreed happily, turned around and ran out.

Zhang Xiaobao started to change the knife and then slice it. As for the strips that Xiaobei said, he didn't care about it. If the meat in the hot pot was cut into strips, it would disappear after it was put into the pot. Nowadays, such thin slices had to be prepared for the children of the tribe. Otherwise, with their actions, the meat would not be able to be clamped at all, so they would be able to rinse the bottom of the pot.

Zhang Xiaobao's movements were very fast. The meat was cut according to the horizontal lines. When cutting, it destroyed the texture first. When it was washed, it dispersed. After a little freezing, the meat that was water-retaining, was slightly pulled and rolled, and it immediately became a roll.

Wang Juan looked at it, and was idle, and praised: "Good knife skills."

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There are still today.
Chapter completed!