From the perspective of others, when the two clashed, Xi Ri Goulige's left wrist was grabbed by Yang Feng's right hand. Then Yang Feng turned his wrist and the burly Xi Ri Goulige was pulled into the air. Then Yang Feng raised his whole body high with both hands and then fell heavily to the ground like a broken sack.

"Bang!"

As the dust rose, the sound of heavy objects falling on the ground reached everyone's ears, and the people around him twitched. Just listening to this sound, they felt pain for the person being thrown. If a person with an average physical constitution was thrown to the ground like this, he might be killed.

The dust slowly dissipated, revealing the figure of Xirigolige. Everyone could clearly see Xirigolige's huge figure lying quietly on the ground, coughing constantly, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. He tried to try hard to stand up, but after a little force, he showed a look of pain. Judging from this situation, it was estimated that at least several broken ribs would be broken, and it would not be cured in a few months.

Many Mongolians took a deep breath, but others didn't know that they knew very well. Xirigoulige was a famous warrior in the Korqin tribe. He dared not say anything else, but if he had the strength, he was one of the best in the entire tribe. But now the famous warrior in the tribe was thrown into the air by Yang Feng with one hand, and fell to the ground like a broken sack, and then... there was nothing...

The whole scene became extremely quiet. Even the Mongolian girls who were singing and dancing just now covered their mouths in surprise, looking at Xi Rigoulige who was lying on the ground like a dead dog, then looked at Yang Feng standing next to him, and opened his mouth wide and didn't know what to say.

All the Mongolians were stunned, and many people moved their mouths but didn't know what to say. If they accuse Yang Feng of taking too much action, it seemed that Xi Ri Goulige's first move just now. Besides, the Mongolians admired the most are the warriors. Yang Feng could defeat Xi Ri Goulige, a famous warrior, that was his ability, and they would not come out to criticize him, but if they didn't protest, it would seem that they would not be able to get over the face.

Finally, Yang Feng spoke first. He took a step forward and stared at Zaisang's eyes and said, "Master Zaisang, is your Korqin tribe entertaining guests like this? You will attack the guests if you disagree. It is said that the Mongolians are the most hospitable, but today it seems that they are not worthy of their reputation! Are you not going to give me an explanation for this matter today?"

"I'll tell you that you have beaten my subordinates like this and ask me to explain it to you. Is there any reason for it?"

Zaisang was so excited that he could not cry. As the leader of the Korqin tribe, he had also visited the Ming Dynasty when he was young and had seen many officials and generals of the Ming Dynasty. In his impression, the officials of the Ming Dynasty were either greedy or hypocritical. Of course, some of them were stupid enough to study and work as a person who was so stupid all day long. However, he had never seen such an aggressive person as Yang Feng. As long as he seized a little opportunity, he would take action without hesitation, leaving no room or face for anyone.

Some people still couldn't stand it anymore. A young man about fourteen or fifteen years old in a traditional Mongolian fur coat stood up and said, "Mr. Yang, it was indeed Xi Rigoulige's move first, but you have taught him a lesson. Do you think that's it just that?"

After looking at Xi Rigoulige who was lying on the ground and groaning and unable to get up, and then looking at the boy who looked quite calm, Yang Feng narrowed his eyes: "I wonder what this person is called?"

The young man raised his chest and said calmly: "I am Borjijit Bertahar, and my father is Borjijit Wu Keshan."

"You are Wu Keshan's son." Yang Feng was stunned and looked at the young man carefully for a year. Wu Keshan was less than thirty years old, so why was his son so old?

Biertahar was also stunned. He asked himself that he was just a teenager. No one except the Korqin tribe would know him. Why did General Yang look quite familiar with him? He couldn't help but ask in confusion: "Sir, know me?"

"I just heard of it. We are now relatives, but I just don't know if we should call you the eldest nephew or the grandson."

Yang Feng muttered in his heart that these days, he would slam his two daughters, Zhezhe and Da Yuer, and he would exert his brute force and lasting to the fullest, allowing the two daughters to taste the happiness they had never tasted. Even Da Yuer, who originally hated Yang Feng the most, had to cry and beg for mercy. Yang Feng naturally found out the situation of their family members clearly.

"I have naturally heard of the Ming Dynasty of the young master of Wu Keshan's family. I have long heard that Biertahar of the Korqin tribe is young and promising, and has a father's style. It is indeed the case when I see you today." Yang Feng smiled faintly: "Since you said that, even if the matter just happened, let's talk inside."

“Ga…”

Everyone was shocked. Yang Feng was still unyielding just now. Why did the young man Biertahar not pursue the matter as soon as he said something? What is the reason? Could it be that Biertahar has such a great reputation?

In fact, it was not only the Mongolians who couldn't figure it out, but even Zaisang on the side was confused. Seeing that Yang Feng's performance just now was not as easy to talk to, why did he suddenly become another person?

However, everyone didn't understand, but Yang Feng knew it. His purpose in coming to Korqin was to get a war horse instead of looking for trouble. Since he had already taken advantage of the conflict just now, it would be justified to stop when he was good. If he was too aggressive, he would really annoy Zaisang and refuse to trade with him.

Although the Mongolians did not understand why Yang Feng raised it high and put it down gently, it was naturally the best to expose this matter. The next step was to dance routinely to Hada. The two sides always began to look at each other happily, as if what had just happened had not happened.

That night, the Korqin tribe slaughtered cattle and sheep and held a grand bonfire dinner to entertain Yang Feng and a group of Jiangning Army generals.

Faced with Zaisang's warm hospitality, Yang Feng was not confused. He knew very well that Keli was someone else's nest. He could be proud but not obsessed. There were too many people in history who had capsized in the gutter because of his complacency, so he only brought Qiu Disheng, Chu Maoguang and other officers to attend the bonfire dinner tonight. All the other officers and soldiers were stationed in the barracks and on guard.

After the day was dark, the herdsmen and soldiers of the Korqin tribe began to gather together, and piles of bonfires were also lit. Teams of Mongolian girls appeared in front of everyone wearing long robes, waists, long boots, and golden jewelry.

Mongolians prefer bright and bright colors, which can make people feel bright tones and enjoy their body and mind. Among them, they especially admire white, sky blue and other pure and bright colors, which can be said to be a complimentary dress and belt, which can reflect the beauty of the girl's curves. Yang Feng saw groups of cheerful girls singing and dancing through the bonfire. In such a scene, any man would feel comfortable.

The melodious sound of the horse-head fiddle also sounded, singing and laughing everywhere. The Mongolians responsible for logistics carried a pot of "Hu Liebuda" and fried rice. Mongolian herders put the fried rice in bowls, either soaked milk tea, mixed with milk food, or cooked fried rice and milk porridge with fresh milk. Some people can even eat pure blood ** or buckwheat flour intestines, which is a delicacy that can only be eaten during festivals.

Of course, as a VIP, Yang Feng naturally doesn’t have to eat these things. What he eats is the highest-end Mongolian Eight Treasures.

The so-called eight Mongolian treasures are: dinosaurs, sacks, wild camel hooves, deer lips, elk, swan roast, Yuan jade sauer, and purple jade sauer. These things can only be enjoyed by Mongolian nobles, and they must be eaten during grand festivals.

As a VIP, he naturally sat with the host. Zaisang picked up the wine glass and persuaded Yang Feng to drink repeatedly. Yang Feng did not refuse to drink until he drank the glass, and he drank very generously.

After drinking a few rounds of wine, the moon was already on its way. At this time, many young Mongolian youths also began to enter the venue. They and the Mongolian girls sang and danced and provoked cheerful ethnic dances. For a moment, singing and strange screams were everywhere in the venue within a few miles.

Just when Yang Feng was a little impressed, Zaisang, who was standing beside him, raised it and was toasted to him with a glass of wine. After Yang Feng cheered happily, Zaisang said: "Mr. Yang, the full moon is in the sky tonight, which is a great time, but I miss my sister and daughter too much. Although I know that General Yang will naturally not treat them harshly, as my father and brother, I miss them too much. I wonder if General Yang can put them back?

Of course, don’t worry, I will not forget the rules on our grassland. I will pay you enough ransom, whether it is cattle, sheep or horses!”

"Well..."

Yang Feng pretended to be pondered for a while. He glanced at Zaosang and found that although he pretended to be calm and picked up the wine glass to drink, his hand holding the wine glass was shaking slightly, indicating that the owner's mood was not as calm as it seemed.

He finally nodded: "Okay, we Chinese people have the old saying that gentlemen have the beauty of adulthood. Since Lord Zaisang has said so, I am naturally happy to see the beauty of adulthood. Come and invite Miss Zhezhe and Miss Bumubutai to send it to them and Lord Zaisang's family."

Zaisang didn't expect Yang Feng to agree to his request so happily. He originally thought that Yang Feng would not agree to put his sister and daughter back without taking the opportunity to quarrel. Hearing this, he couldn't help but be overjoyed, and stood up and bowed deeply: "Thank you, Lord Yang, for your fulfillment. You are the most generous person I have ever seen!"

Yang Feng smiled slightly: "Mr. Zaisang is polite. There is an old saying in our Ming Dynasty, called "Reciting Reciprocity". The reason why I exchanged them so happily is that I just hope to get what I want in the next negotiation. Your sister and daughter are so beautiful, so you should be worth three to five thousand war horses, so you don't have to thank me."

Zaisang suddenly froze his expression. He didn't know how to answer Yang Feng's sudden offer. There were so many people watching the scene. If he agreed, he would lose a lot. If he didn't agree, what would others think of him?

OK... I take back what I said just now, this guy is just the most cunning fox.

Zaisang, who was knocked by Yang Feng, no longer bragged to Yang Feng. He sat alone and drank a drink. However, his mood soon became excited with the arrival of the two. When Zhezhe and Da Yuer were brought to him by several servants, Zaisang stood up, and his beard under his jaw was shaking.

"Zhezhe, Bumubutai!"

"Brother (Abu)!"

Zhezhe and Da Yuer were also very excited when they saw their relatives. They quickly stepped forward and took Zaisang's arm and the other two actually shed tears on the spot.

Looking at Zaisang, who was full of excitement and Zhezhe, who was also so surprised that he could not control himself, and Yang Feng touched the slightly beard under his jaw while reflecting on whether he was asking for a price that was too ruthless just now. At least he had rolled the bed sheet with his other girl and daughter for a week. Is it a bit unkind to ask for this guy who he didn't know if he should call his brother-in-law or father-in-law and so ruthless.

Just as Yang Feng was thinking, a slim girl came over from somewhere and hugged Zhezhe and Da Yu'er. The three of them hugged their heads and cried bitterly.

But it was this figure that attracted Yang Feng's gaze. Against the backdrop of the moonlight and the bonfire, he could see clearly that the girl who suddenly appeared was wearing white clothes and long black hair with a shawl. She looked picturesque and her whole body was indifferent to the point, which made Yang Feng stunned.

Logically speaking, Yang Feng, who was baptized by various beauties in modern society and PS pictures, has long been immune to beauties. What's more, his two confidants in modern society, Sister Chang'e and Sister Xu are also first-class beauties. He is used to seeing beauties, so he shouldn't have such a situation where he can't move when he sees beauties, but it happened tonight.

"Damn, where did this beauties come from? This is so beautiful, it's even more beautiful than Sister Chang'e...well, she's as beautiful as Sister Chang'e."

Just as Yang Feng was in a daze, the young girl, Zhezhe and Da Yuer, cried and laughed. In the end, the three of them burst into tears and laughed. This smile didn't matter and shocked our Grand Official Yang again.

However, it was an old driver who had experienced the baptism of countless beauties on the Internet in later generations. After a while, Yang Feng woke up. He then looked around and found that although many people around him pretended not to look at the girl, they still secretly peeked at the girl with their own light from time to time.

"Hahaha……"

At this time, Zaisang's laughter rang in his ears.

"Come on, Lord Yang, let me introduce you to me. This is my eldest daughter..."

When he said this, Yang Feng also stood up with a smile and heard Zaisang say the next sentence.

"She is also the most beautiful pearl in our Korchin, Borjigiot Hailanzhu."

"Hai Lanzhu, are you Hai Lanzhu?"
Chapter completed!