MTL - Great Tang Idyll-v4 Chapter 938 No humble, no equality
Zhang Xiaobao and the leader of the local tribe Seymour Dharma? Luo Foche? He Mo no brother met, did not appear to shake hands, not even hugged together, even the approach did not happen.
The two are separated by ten meters. Zhang Xiaobao is sitting on a chair and heading north to the south. There is only one Mazza in Seymour Dharma. Sitting on the south side and looking at Zhang Xiaobao, you need to look up.
It is not Zhang Xiaobao who deliberately embarrassed the other side, but the rules, which represent the majesty of Datang, and is it that the leader of a small broken tribe can stand on an equal footing? It’s been a good idea not to let him squat.
As for why there are so many times, you can hook your shoulders, that is to reflect the affinity. When is the affinity, when is the majesty, determined by the superior, but also determined by the strength.
At this moment, Zhang Xiaobao decided to be a majestic one. Thunder and rain are all graceful.
"The following Seymour Dharma? Luo Foche? He Mo no brother, why are you coming?" Zhang Xiaobao asked in a tone.
Seymour Dharma? Luo Foche? He Mo did not feel comfortable when he heard it. He is not yours. Why do you treat me like this?
Dissatisfied in the heart, Seymour Domo is a respectful look on the face, and replies: "It is to see your country, the road is far from hard work, so I will come and greet in person."
When he finished speaking, his head began to look flat, and I was looking forward to seeing you, giving me a meaning that was not humble.
Sitting on the top of Zhang Xiaobao sneered two times: "Oh, let us, let us not be sent, we are coming to kill, we must come to someone to die."
Seymour Dharma took a deep breath and smiled reluctantly. Q: "I don't know who you want to die?"
"Looking at us, dying; swearing at us. dying; being disrespectful to us, dying; not listening to us, dying; when I laugh at me, let me look uncomfortable, die! Come, Seymour Dharma, give me a laugh."
Zhang Xiaobao put his legs on the armrests of the big chair, leaning against the body, and he said to Seymour Domo.
Someone has raised his gun next to him and aimed at Seymour Dharma.
Seymour Dharma felt a deep humiliation. Not only him, but all the people around him listened to Zhang Xiaobao’s words. Zhang Xiaobao is really a feeling of being too bullied. People come to see it, not to be entertained, not to be humiliated.
Seymour Dharma finally chose to compromise when facing the threat of life. He raised his head and showed Zhang Xiaobao a smile that he thought was the best. He really didn't want to die so badly.
"Well! It's OK. But after going back, I have to practice a lot. We will pass by tomorrow morning. Are you ready to meet the country?" Zhang Xiaobao slightly decapitated and asked about Seymour Dharma.
"Already ready." Seymour Temo could not say anything. In fact, he was not prepared at all. He knew that the people of Datang were here. He said that he had to exchange things. He knew that Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Hao’s army came with a sly heart and planned to understand the purpose of the two.
I did not expect to meet just now, this Zhang Xiaobao treated himself as his underside. How do you say that you are also a leader, with more than 3,000 people. It’s too much to actually give yourself a little attention.
After a while, Seymour Dumo, I felt that my mood was much better, my mood was adjusted, and I began to think about serious things. Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Hao went to their own places. Before, they helped the over-eating people, in case they used it again. This is to find trouble, how should I deal with it?
Zhang Xiaobao is also satisfied with this time. He does not have to make a dilemma. He discovered that this person named Seymour Dharma had an indifferent look in his eyes. He was calm, relaxed, and reserved. He wanted to be equal to himself. To reflect the prestige of his leader of such a small tribe.
Zhang Xiaobao doesn't know why, remembering the Philippine president in the historical documentary, what Aquino is like the lack of mind, not looking at the situation, and his attitude is very bad. Every time he dies on his side, he laughs. This is political wisdom. Immature, you are stealing music in your heart, you have to install it, the American president is not afraid to laugh, you are not stupid? Respect for life!
In front of Seymour Domo, the feeling for Zhang Xiaobao is exactly the same. You said that you are a tribe of 3,000 people, you have nothing to do, what do you pretend? What qualifications are showing equality in front of me, not playing well, and seeing more historical allusions? No wonder the words of Datang are so smooth.
If he thought about it, Zhang Xiaobao waved his hand, his eyes closed, and he leaned back and began to squat.
"Simo Dharma, you can go back, tomorrow we will pass, will you stay for a meal? It is too late."
Someone immediately gestured to Seymour Domo, which seemed more polite.
"Okay, let's have a meal, we really didn't eat it." Seymour Dharma agreed to come down very happily.
"Please come here." This person is depressed, and you are polite, you actually still accept, but since the words are spoken, naturally have to entertain.
Seymour Domo followed, and kept looking at the camp all the way. He found that the watch was very chaotic. The camp was too untidy compared to the army that had been there before. It was not in a row or a column, but Here one, there is another one. It seems that the team of Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Hao’s marching is really not good.
At the same time, he still wondered what he was doing wrong. According to the book of Datang that he had read, many of them were written inside. They went to see the heads of other places outside, and then they did not humble and criticize each other. Launched to kill the head, the person being pushed laughed a few times, will be left behind, ask, why laugh?
After that, I was able to do it. When I said something myself, the leader of the other party was very reasonable, so I succeeded.
But just now, at that time, I didn’t say that I would like to launch it to kill the head. The direct gun would be aimed at it. If I laughed happily, wouldn’t I wait until Zhang Xiaobao asked why I laughed, then I would die first?
The gun itself has been seen, it is more powerful than the bow and arrow, if the arrow is far away, it is possible to hide when flying, or to block the gear, the gun does not give you that time. The person has fallen when he heard the sound.
Seymour Dharma was very depressed for a time, and he knew that people didn't want him to stay and eat. It is estimated that because of the problem that helped the big eater before, the **** big eater, even lost, and ran so fast.
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"Well, get up, Beckham, they are waiting to eat hot pot, you go to cut, Beckham is shouting to eat thin strips. You can find a way."
Zhang Xiaobao was still lying on the chair, and Wang Hao came over and urged.
In fact, she can cut, but it is better than Xiaobao. In order to make my brother and sister happy, Xiaobao must be hands-on.
Zhang Xiaobao is really a little tired, not physically, it is psychological. He knows that the attitude of Seymour Dharma that he just saw is irrelevant. 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 big, second only to the influence of parents and teachers on children. If Seymour Dharma’s daily propaganda is a hostile idea with Datang, then more than 3,000 people are estimated to be the same. Thinking.
While getting up and heading for the kitchen, Zhang Xiaobao said to Wang Hao: "The Japanese invaded at the beginning. Not to mention aggression, it is said that when the nation merges with us, it also starts the Japanese education from the three northeastern provinces. It shows how smart the Japanese are, but in the end I have failed. I am worried that Seymour Dharma will also be okay to educate and educate them, so that we are not facing an opponent."
Wang Xiao smiled. Said: "I see it. Seymour Domo is a clever use of this person. He may think that we are always high 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 the culture of China. There is no equality at all, and no leader will really reach that level, including Li Longji. We really treat him like this, but not because he lacks this aspect. Feeling, but what benefits we can offer him.
He said that Beckham had robbed him of food. He laughed and was very happy. If there was no us, Beckham would not say that he had no chance to grab things. Even if he had, he would be very happy after he robbed it. He didn't clean up Beckham, but he promised to pack up his family.
If Beckham is an ordinary person, Li Longji cleans up the local parents. We can communicate with the people of Datang on an equal footing, but Seymour Domo thinks that we are used to being high. He wants to give us a special look, I am! ”
"That's great, meat?" Zhang Xiaobao has come to the big account of the kitchen. The washed wild vegetables have been seen, but the meat to be cut can't be found.
"Little son, here." Someone outside should say something, and a tray comes over. A large piece of venison is placed on the tray, which is estimated to be forty pounds.
Zhang Xiaobao glanced at him and said, "Too much, Beckham and the children in the tribe and the four wounded and sick people can't finish, there are other dishes."
"Not much, isn't there a little son and a little lady, you two, it's enough for you to eat five pounds. In the soup, the weight of the venison is light."
The incoming person looked at Zhang Xiaobao with a look of anticipation.
"We have one with you..."
"Little son, eat hot pot, there are people watching next to the little ancestors. There are two dishes this evening. One is burnt, one is wild vegetable dipping sauce, and there is a fish soup. It is not worse than hot pot. The staple food is hot. Dry cake."
People come to introduce what to eat at night, which means that you don't have to eat with us, we eat well, you accompany the little ancestors to eat hot pot.
"Hey!" Zhang Xiaobao hesitated, watching Wang Hao, seeing Wang Hao nod, said: "Well, today I am a luxury, don't eat with you, look for more, invite him to eat, estimate He has never eaten our hot pot."
"Too good, give, the meat put this." The person happily promised, turned and ran out.
Zhang Xiaobao began to change the knife, and then sliced it. As for the article that Xiaobei said, it doesn’t matter. If the meat of the hot pot is cut into strips, the pot will disappear. Now, the thin slices have to be given to the spoons. Otherwise, they should rely on them. That kind of action, the meat can't be caught at all, and it's the bottom of the pot.
Zhang Xiaobao's movements are very fast. The meat is cut according to the horizontal stripes. When cutting, the texture is first destroyed. When the cockroaches are scattered, the meat is slightly frozen and the water is kept. When the knife is cut, it is slightly pulled. , immediately into a volume.
Wang Hao looked at it, nothing to do, praised: "Good knife method."
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