The business is simply too good, making a lot of money, so even if it is closed at this time, Madoff and others can still stay in the restaurant and continue to drink because of the appearance of silver, the shopkeeper also fried a plate of rabbit meat to invite them, the rabbit meat was taken by the Mongolians, in exchange for a glass of soju, at that time the Mongolian grinned and left, and after a short time dragged a yellow sheep, this time for two glasses of wine, the man carefully put it in his own silver wine jug, and then walked away satisfied. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Madov and Petrin, as well as Gregory and Scheev, this group of Russians has been drinking here for days. Of course, they also brought wine, but where was the wine enough for these fellows to drink, and the wine they brought with them had long since been exhausted after a difficult journey of several months, and then they drank the goat's milk wine of the Mongols, which of course was very uncomfortable, and could only be used to satisfy their hunger. When they found out that this restaurant owned by a merchant in Zhangjiakou was selling fine soju, it was as if the Russians had dug up a treasure trove.

They flocked to the city, but when Petrin and the others were there, many of them still bought drinks and left, leaving the group of high-ranking people to gather here.

Petrin also drank it all, sighed, and praised: "It's really good wine, it's so comfortable." ”

Schiff and the others also drank heavily, and after drinking all the wine in the cup, they all had extremely comfortable expressions.

The guys in the restaurant are all used to it, and the guys barely eat a few dishes on the table, and they all use wine as food. Their amount of alcohol is also amazing, this strongest soju at this time in the Ming Dynasty are inferior people to drink, a little more particular do not drink this kind of strong liquor, soju has not been popular until the Republic of China, and later became the darling of Chinese wine table culture, before that, soju is only the favorite of the lower class people, a few glasses of soju can satisfy their craving for alcohol, so I want to go back to brew soju to make a fortune or the province, this thing has taken hundreds of years from the appearance to the popular.

For the Russians, there is no such problem at all, they have no problem drinking several catties of this spirit, and there is no discrimination against the cultural inheritance of the spirit, for them to drink this wine is completely enjoyable, because the wine at this time is either fruit wine or grain wine, whether it is wheat or rice or sorghum, the wine made from grain is enough to satisfy hunger, these Russians can sit at the counter of the restaurant, drink until they are drunk, and then sing and leave.

"How many days does the market open?" "I'm tired of waiting," said Madoff, drunkenly, "I want to sell my goods as soon as possible, and finish the business at hand, and then I will apply to stay here, and when you come again next time, dear Petrin, you will know where to find me." ”

"Nine days to go." Petrin didn't drink it all this time, but took a small sip of the spirits, feeling the mellow aroma of the wine, these Ming people made this damn wine is too much for the appetite of Russians, the mellow aroma and the burning sensation after the mouth, is enough to dispel the cold inside the body, making people feel extremely pleasant from the mind to the body.

Of course, this wine is better than Volt, no, or it has its own merits, but vodka is too little and too expensive, even Petrin can't buy too much at once, and there are not many soju here, but fortunately, the wine merchants here have sent people back to buy a large number of them.

Buying in large quantities, hearing these four words makes people feel reassured.

"Nine days?" Madoff scoffed: "Shouldn't Zhang Han wait for the news of the victory before opening the market?" ”

"It would have been better if I had won." "It can give confidence to those who come to trade," Petrin said. However, I am also pessimistic, and generally speaking, according to the principles of military science, the more desperate you are to win, the more likely you are to end up in defeat. ”

"Mr. Petrin is worthy of being a military nobleman bestowed upon His Majesty the Tsar," said Scheev, "and this is truly an admirable judgment of military science. ”

Gregory also said: "The new Lieutenant Colonel Vasilyev, the new governor of Tomsk, made a similar statement, which was used to warn us when we went on the expedition. ”

A group of Russians drank another glass, and Madov said with a smile: "Think about it, Zhang Han used force to deter the Mongols, if his army fell into a long battle with the Chotu Khan, not only could the current army not be transferred back, but also had to continue to send troops to the west, what would those Mongols think?" ”

"Well," Petrin nodded, "but we don't have to get involved now, and continue to have friendly relations with the Mongols." At a time when Zhang Han and the Ming people were aggressive, we wanted to give the impression of friendliness to the Mongols and continue to maintain a soft policy. That Dorji, that group of young Mongols is not as wary of us as our elders. That's good, let's go on, there is no chaos, we will operate slowly, wait for our strength to increase and then seek a higher voice, if there is chaos, any winning side will need us to stabilize the situation, then we can really grasp the initiative in trade, open the door to wealth, and get more wealth of Far Easterners for our Russian mother. ”

"Brilliant." Madoff grated with a wide tongue and poured himself a full glass.

"I wish that day would come sooner." Schiff had considerable self-control, and after one glance at Madoff, he began to take small sips of wine. Like Vasilyev, who had just taken office in Tomsk, a military aristocrat from a large family who had a strong sense of loyalty to his homeland, and a sense of responsibility and self-control over ordinary civilian officials, he had been in contact with the Mongols in recent times, and had been quite successful. The constant flow of information and the Mongol overtures made Petrin quite satisfied, compared to the greedy merchants and savage Cossacks, this kind of military aristocratic Cossacks from large families were much more useful, and the initiative and ability were quite sufficient.

"It's coming." Petrin felt very relaxed with his fellow Russians, certainly much easier than dealing with the Ming. God knows why these Ming people are so calculating and shrewd, and they are very persistent in what they have identified.

At every meeting, Petrin felt like he was going to die more than half of his brain cells, and his hair had recently fallen out so badly, which made Petrin quite worried, it would be too hateful if he became bald in a year, he was only in his early forties, and he was in the prime of life.

Comparatively speaking, when they came all the way from Moscow, those Tatars, those Mongols, those large and small barbarian tribes, it was too easy and easy to deal with them, a little benefit, a cunning strategy that seemed to give in, always worked, Mokos was a group of Germanic Goths, a group of Eastern Slavs, a large group of Tatars re-established a principality, from Ivan the Great began to expand eastward, all the way eastward was extremely smooth, but here in the Mongolian steppe their strength was finally exhausted, it can also be said to hit a wall, Stronger opponents appeared, more eloquent, more calculating, more cargo, more gold and silver, stronger armies.

If there is no end, everything is empty, but with the army, the Russians can only touch the dust of their noses again and again in front of Zhang Han and his subordinates.

Their hypocrisy and cunning were useless to Zhang Han and his subordinates, and they could only bring humiliation on themselves, and during the negotiations a few days ago, the representatives of the Chinese even pointed to the text and yelled at Petrin to sign it immediately, otherwise a new document would be sent in an hour later, and the conditions would be even harsher.

Petrin has never had such a humiliating moment in his life, the other party waved his arm, pointed at his nose and ordered to sign, but Petrin knew very well that these people were not talking nonsense, if he didn't sign, these guys really dared to redraft a more demanding agreement, of course, if he asked to see Zhang Han to lower his profile and plead, he could often pull back the harsh agreement, Petrin tried, he didn't want to go through it a second time in his life.

The Russians didn't really want to gloat, and even they weren't stupid enough to think that Zhang Han's army would be defeated, but this group of people really hoped that there would be some chaos so that they could take advantage of it, otherwise, they would be eaten to death by Hutchison, and the space would be too small.

It may be that it doesn't matter to the merchants from all over the place, as long as they can make a profit from the trade, but for the group in front of them, what is happening here makes them disgusting, frightened, and even more frustrating.

Could it be that Mother Russia's path of expansion really ends here?

"I hope, I hope......" Petrin was not a devout Orthodox Christian, but he drew a cross upside down, as Orthodox would custom, and gave God a slim hope.

At midnight, a group of staggering Russians appeared in the city without curfew, drunk, singing incomprehensible Russian songs, and staggering in the direction of the northern city.

This kind of situation can often be seen recently, of course, there is more than one tavern in the city, and there is more than one businessman who has the same foresight as the owner of the restaurant, of course, the largest scale, and the largest reserve of wine is the one where Madoff and others stay, but under the consumption of this group of drunkards, it is difficult to say how long it can last.

The silent city smells of drunken revelry, and is full of twisting Russians.

This makes the Chinese feel difficult to understand, generally speaking, even if the drunkard on the Daming side drinks too much, at most he sleeps on the side of the road, no drunkard will sing a Qin dialect on the street, at most it is to add an option to go home and beat his wife, but in the ruling area of Hutchison can hardly see this kind of scene, the workers are busy, life is very comfortable, the project of beating a wife is generally based on a very difficult life, whether it is a worker or a tenant farmer are living very well, life is thriving, And they're too tired.

Generally speaking, in addition to the explicit order of the military not to drink, there are also unspoken rules in the military department, and people who usually want to go to work can only drink in moderation, if there is a drunken scene on duty the next day, then everyone will be embarrassed.