When he was holding the knife, Yuan Bin kept a close eye on him the whole time. He felt relieved when he saw that he didn't do anything unusual.

Zhu Qizhen picked up the lamb leg and it was still steaming, so he blew on it and put it in his mouth.

Suddenly, the aroma filled the mouth and oil flowed down the side of the mouth. The feeling was simply indescribable.

Atulu cut another large piece and placed it on the tray in front of Yuan Bin.

"Come on, you can eat too!"

Yuan Bin looked confused and didn't know what to do.

Zhu Qizhen smiled at him and said: "Try it quickly, it's much more delicious than the mutton eaten in the capital!"

Yuan Bin had no choice but to say, "How about love? I don't care."

If something goes wrong, I'll die together with you. How can I hold back such delicious meat...

After making up his mind, he picked up the mutton on the tray and started chewing it.

When Atulu saw this, he was even more happy. He ate a big mouthful of meat and drank a big bowl of wine. Wouldn't it be a pleasure?

Zhu Qizhen ate several pieces of mutton in a row and drank almost all the wine. He suddenly said: "I heard that many people have great opinions on the current emperor. Everyone misses the old days. At that time, I followed the Grand Master.

How beautiful?"

"Master Ye Xian? Haha..."

Aturu's face was red and he was a little drunk, and he smiled and said: "First of all, it's a fart!"

Zhu Qizhen was stunned, could this be possible?

Atulu continued: "Brother, you Han people don't understand. Our past life was very difficult!"

The Mongols are a people on horseback, and they only respect the strong.

Zhu Qizhen swept across the desert, killed Ye Xian with his own hands, and completely destroyed Oara.

From then on, the Wala people discovered that the grasslands did not belong to them, and the world was not theirs to touch.

I thought I could only be a slave of the Han people from now on, but I didn't expect that this was not the case.

With an imperial edict from the emperor, countless Wala people were settled down, and the court assigned them tasks, such as mining, work, or reclaiming wasteland... If they were unwilling to do either, they could continue to herd.

It's just that the pastures now are designated, so you can't just roll up your tent and go wherever you want like before.

Then, they were surprised to find that as long as they worked hard, they could get money.

With money, you can buy grain, salt, cotton cloth, and even pig iron!

In the past, pig iron was a contraband and was strictly prohibited from being circulated among the people. If anyone was found to have sold pig iron to the Mongols, it would be a light sentence to behead directly. Three tribes, or even nine tribes, would be killed at every turn!

If the Mongols want to get pig iron, they have only one way: grab it!

Robbery also comes with a price, and sometimes, it is normal to lose one's life for a piece of iron pot.

On the grassland, a life is far less valuable than an iron pot.

But now, as long as you have money, you can easily buy pig iron.

It is not difficult to get money. As long as you are willing to work hard, you can earn money.

In the past, this kind of life was unimaginable to them.

"Stop talking about this and drink!"

Aturu picked up the wine bowl and drank it in one gulp.

Zhu Qizhen also took a sip and said: "But you are Mongolians after all."

Atulu was happy: "Is there any difference between Mongols and Han people? In front of the Immortal Heaven, everyone will grow old, sick and die, they are all human beings..."

Zhu Qizhen asked deliberately: "Don't you really miss the old days?"

Arturu waved his hand with his drunken eyes and said: "When the Wala people were at their most prosperous, the Tatars were overwhelmed. You know, they claim to be of golden blood, but so what?"

The golden bloodline is the descendants of Genghis Khan, also known as the golden family, and has always been regarded as orthodox on the grassland.

During the Northern Yuan Dynasty, the Tatar tribe claimed to be orthodox because their leader was of golden blood.

No matter how big and powerful the Oara people were, they could never get the status of orthodoxy. In the Yexian period, at most they were just Grand Masters.

"Brother, you said that the Grand Master is the first to be famous, right? However, my grandfather, my father, and I also went to fight first, and countless people around me died in the battle. What did they get in exchange?"

When he said this, he actually looked sad and angry, his chest heaving and angry.

"When I was here, I said that I wanted to restore the glory of Dayuan, and the warriors of the tribe were willing to fight for him. I just said that our tribe has more than 2,000 people, but in the end, only less than 200 people died!"

"Even if we snatch things from you Han people, most of them are the first ones, including his sons and those nobles of the Yuan Dynasty. We fought hard and shed blood, but in the end we only got a few cows.

Sheep, a few bolts of cloth, and meager rations."

"Your emperor of the Han people... no, now I should say, he is our emperor!"

Zhu Qizhen smiled and said: "Yes, our emperor!"

Arturu grinned widely and continued: "What is the emperor's name? Oh, yes, the orthodox emperor. You know, he is amazing because he does not treat us as slaves."

"We are now the common people of the Ming Dynasty. We no longer need to serve the nobles of the past, nor do we need to rely on them to survive. We have strength, can mine, work, farm, and herd..."

"As long as you are willing to work hard, you can earn money and support a large family. Isn't this a bad life? Why do you still miss the past?"

That night, Atulu was very drunk.

He talked a lot, venting the dissatisfaction that had accumulated in his heart for many years.

For people at the lowest level like him, there is actually no difference whether the ruler is Wala or Ming Dynasty.

When Ye Xian was here, their lives were still very hard.

After surrendering to the Ming Dynasty, there was a significant improvement.

For ordinary people, it is enough to have enough food and warm clothes.

That night, Zhu Qizhen couldn't fall asleep for a long time, because beside him, Atulu snored so loudly that he almost lifted the yurt.

I don’t know how his wife and children endured it...
Chapter completed!