Chapter 1127 Visiting Next

After Bartel heard his father's words, he waved his hand and said, "Isn't it just a piece of jade? It's okay. Feizi is my good brother, and his is mine..." Although Bartel is graze on the grassland now, he is no worse than ordinary people. If he sells all his flocks and horses. In other words, it is worth at least 1.8 million yuan, and even in the mainland, it can be regarded as a middle class.

And in Battle's opinion, such a piece of jade is thousands of yuan at best. With his friendship with Peng Fei, there is really no need to care about it.

"You know nothing, that's jadeite, good jadeite, but valuable things." The old man stared at his son discontentedly. The old man's father, that is, Battle's grandfather, was once the housekeeper of a Mongolian prince before liberation. When the old man was a child, he saw a lot of rare treasures. These eyes That's it.

And now the consultation is developed. Even in this grassland yurt, the TV and refrigerator have everything. According to the old man's estimate, this thing will be worth at least tens of thousands.

It is true that Mongolians are bold and have the habit of staring at each other's gifts, but the old man dares not accept the gift of tens of thousands of yuan when they meet for the first time.

After Peng Fei saw the little guy in his arms and heard his grandfather's words, he was anxiously preparing to take down the jade from his neck with his hand. He quickly said, "Uncle, it's okay. Battle and I have a relationship like Anda. It's also right to give my little nephew something..."

In fact, Peng Fei didn't know how much this thing was worth. He only knew that Zhuang Rui gave his son a piece, which was greener and more transparent than this. It was said that it was worth tens of millions. Zhang Qian was afraid to break it and never brought it to the little guy.

Peng Fei sniffed at this. It was just something outside his body. If it was broken, it would be broken, so even if he estimated that his jade was not cheap, he still sent it generously.

Battel also said carelessly, "Yes, Dad, don't talk about it. Feizi and I have a life-threatening friendship." Don't mention money..." After hearing his son's words, the old man didn't say anything more, but his eyes looking at Peng Fei and others became softer and softer, and he repeatedly greeted the three Sit down.

Although this money can't explain anything, the evaluation of the word "bold" can't run away from people who regard money as dung, which is also right for the Mongolian temperament.

When Zhuang Rui and others sat down, the yurt began to be lively." Battle's wife also rushed over from the yurt next to her, bringing steaming milk tea and toasting tea to several guests one by one.

After that, according to the rules of the Mongolian people, three snow-white Hada were hung on the necks of Zhuang Rui. I heard that there were guests coming to Battle's house, and there was a bonfire banquet in the evening. Many men and aunts in the yurt also gathered in front of the Battle Gate.

When it was all dark, a pile of three or four meters long bonfires were ignited in front of the Battle yurt. Four or five washed clean sheep were put on it, and people happily gathered around the bonfire and talked loudly.

Brother Zhuang, let's go, let's sit outside..."

Today, Zhuang Rui and others are the protagonists. After the bonfire was lit, Battle invited the three people out, but he hung up at the end and pulled Peng Fei.

"Feizi, how much is the jade? My old man just respected me again..." Although he has a good relationship with Peng Fei, he always needs to know the value of accepting gifts from others, right? Battle didn't know anything about these things." Of course, he turned his head and asked Peng Fei.

"I don't know. That's what Brother Zhuang gave me." It is estimated that it can be worth at least hundreds of thousands of yuan, right?"

Peng Fei said with a little dissatisfaction, "I gave it to my little nephew." What do you care about how much it costs? I said, old man, we haven't seen each other for several years. Why have you become so lingering?

"How many... hundreds of thousands? No, you can't let that little bastard take it with you..."

Battle was scared by the hundreds of thousands of yuan said by Peng Fei. He went home and worked hard for several years. With only hundreds of thousands of yuan, a piece of jade on his son's neck was worth so much. No matter how bold Battle was, he felt that his heart was a little unacceptable.

Battel's voice was a little loud. After hearing Battle's words, Zhuang Rui, who was walking in front of him, couldn't help laughing and said, "Brother Battle, it's okay. These things are all things outside the body. Just take them to Bayar. It can be safe..." He heard the three words "Safety" Battle was stunned for a moment. What parents want most in the world is the safety of their children.

"Yes, thank you two brothers. Today, Lao Ba toasted you, but you must drink it..." Battle was not used to saying some words of thanks. After leading Zhuang Rui, Peng Fei and others to the bonfire to sit down, he turned around and ran back to his yurt. When he came out again, there was a can of wine between each

"Brother Battle, are you willing to take out this wine?" "Yes, this is Dad's baby. Aren't you afraid of opening your buttocks?" "Yes, Battle was not willing to drink this wine when you got married..............."

Seeing Battle coming out with the can in his arms, the people around him made a lot of words one after another. Zhuang Rui, who didn't care much about it, also looked at the two cans of wine.

The wine can is not very eye-catching, but it is not small. It is estimated that a can hold eight catties of wine. The whole body of the can is dark, the mouth of the can is sealed with red mud, and the outside is wrapped in a layer of silk.

Battle's father stood up and shouted, "What the hell, today is Battle's Anda is coming, and it is also the most noble guest of our family. What's the matter with taking out two jars of wine..." "Okay, Brother Battle's Anda is also our brother, wait, I'll go home to get two jars Uh-huh, "My family also has the original pulp wine I got from the wine market last time, and I'm also going to take it..." It can be seen that Bartel's prestige here is very high. As soon as I heard that it was his knot, several young people got up one after another and went home to get the wine.

"Brother Zhuang, this wine was left by my master before. Dad was not willing to drink it and left it to me again. Let's drink them all today..." Battle sat down and patted a can of wine with his hand." Suddenly, a strong smell of wine filled the venue.

There are three large bowls in front of Zhuang Rui and the other three people. When the wine is poured out of the mouth of the altar, you can see with the naked eye that the yellow wine is very sticky, and no drop splashes out of the bowl.

After pouring wine for Zhuang Rui and others, Battle poured wine into the bowl for his father and some older elders, and then walked to the middle of the venue.

"Today, my good brother Peng Fei, and his eldest brother Zhuang Rui and Ren, came to our prairie." This bowl of wine is toasted to them, wishing them a long-lasting friendship. "Brothership is stronger than gold!" Not to mention that although Battle is five or three thick, the toast is very good." After that, He walked to Zhuang Rui's side and brought up Zhuang Rui's wine bowl first.

The first bowl of wine first toasts Zhuang Rui. "This is because Battle already knows that Zhuang Rui is Peng Fei's god brother, so he respects Zhuang Rui very much.

"Thank you, Brother Battle, and I wish our friendship last forever..." Zhuang Rui knew that the etiquette of Mongolian and Tibetan toasting was similar. At that moment, he took the wine bowl with both hands, dipped a little wine with his ring finger, and clicked in the direction of heaven, earth and bonfire to show his respect to the god of heaven,

After doing this, Zhuang Rui put the wine bowl to his mouth, raised his head, and drank a bowl of wine.

"Spicy............", under a bowl of wine, Zhuang Rui only felt that it was a hot piece from his throat to his lower abdomen, but it was a good thing that the wine was not so fast. After drinking it, Zhuang Rui lowered the mouth of the bowl with both hands, so that he did not waste a drop of wine.

"Good!", "Hay man half!", "Brother Battle is a good man, and his friends are also good men!" Seeing Zhuang Rui drinking almost half a catty of wine in one bite, there was a shout in the field.

In the north of the country, judging whether a person is bold or not is based on the amount of alcohol. Zhuang Rui's performance undoubtedly made these Mongolian men have a great impression on him.

"Zhuang Rui, aren't you hurting me?"

It doesn't matter if Zhuang Rui takes half a catty of wine. Dr. Ren, who is sitting next to him, frowned. In fact, according to the rules of the Mongolian people, it's enough to touch the side if you don't know how to drink, but Zhuang Ruizhu, in front of him, why is Dr. Ren embarrassed to

Sure enough, Battle's second bowl of wine was given to Dr. Ren. When Ren Chunqiang saw this, he also sacrificed his life to accompany the gentleman. He learned from Zhuang Rui and wanted to pour the wine into his stomach in one breath.

"Cough...cough..."

It's just that Ren Chunqiang's drinking capacity is indeed a little short. When he drinks more than half of a bowl of wine, his whole body is shaky, and half of the remaining bowl of wine is spilled on himself.

"It's also a good man, dark cloud, cut the meat quickly and send it here..."

Battle gave a thumbs-up to Dr. Ren and asked his wife to cut the roasted mutton. Although Dr. Ren's drinking capacity was a little shallow, he said, which was also worthy of the respect of the Mongols.

However, when the golden mutton was delivered, Dr. Ren had already fallen on Zhuang Rui's body. This bowl was most likely to be a hundred years of aging, and he directly sent Ren Chunqiang to sleep.

Seeing Dr. Ren's appearance, there was a burst of kind laughter around him. This situation is very common in Mongolia. Many tourists from the mainland were reluctant to drink, and finally fell to the ground drunk.

Battle greeted a man, asked him to send Dr. Ren into his yurt, and then toasted Peng Fei a bowl of wine. The toast ceremony was over.

The atmosphere in the field also became more and more enthusiastic. A man in his thirties stood up and shouted, "Brother Battle, I'm happy today." How many falls?",