On the grassland, the lion is undoubtedly the top of the food chain. The real king, from the big bison to the small grassland rabbit, is its prey, but the fierce lion is not without weakness. It is the gadfly that twitches its eye sockets and its mouth is helpless, and its sharp teeth and claws cannot kill the small insect, so it can only stare at it.

Now the "Great Wizard" Mao Xingjian and the "Egg-cutting Witch" Han Xiaomo, like a gadfly, bothered the Cheyenne, the black-footed lion behind it, the Zuni and other lions. No matter which clan chiefs could not ignore the threats raised by Mao Xingjian, and no one dared to touch them. The current prince is more smoothly trained than when he was just starting out. He just leaned on the Cheyenne without leaving, which brought a lot of excitement and trouble to the primitive and orderly Cheyenne.

"Rice! New rice this year! The best rice porridge!"

Han Xiaomo returned to her old business, cook! The pottery jar was gulping, mixed with fish, salt, vegetable leaves, and precious salt. The Cheyenne hunters nearby could not walk. I don’t know who started, a group of strong men surrounded Han Jinlan’s convoy, sitting on a stool like the food street, drinking meat porridge.

Of course, these are Han Jinnong's food, which is not free. Su Yu translated in front of the convoy. These Cheyenne people also consciously drank the porridge and exchanged things from home. In the jingling sound, the Spanish and Aztecs' gold coins, cat eyes, red sapphires, gold and silver utensils. In just a few days, Han Jinnong's box was filled with these treasures, as well as all kinds of furs, beasts' claws, teeth, skulls, and even clean bison bones.

But after all, they were Ming people. Unlike those greedy Western colonists, Han Jinnong was helpless in trying his best to trade fairly while Mao Xingjian was staring. For example, the Cheyenne person in front of him sent an Aztec priest with diamonds inlaid with gold mask. When he was stupid, Han Jinnong drove a whole cart to the tent where he lived, unloaded more than ten stones of grain for him, and piled up his house. He had never seen so much food before, and directly stunned the Cheyenne hunter.

News about the Cheyenne market also attracted nearby Zuni, Blackfoot and other tribes, and some tribe members even traveled hundreds of miles from the edge of the Great Salt Desert to exchange.

Food is more precious than anything for the North American Indians. While Mao Xingjian was helpless, tribal chiefs such as Dajiao were also happy to see it. They even organized a team of hunters to protect the ox carts that Han Jinnong traveled between the north and south of the Snake River every day.

However, Dajiao and the others did not notice it at all. As a large amount of food poured into the various sub-tribes of the Cheyenne tribes, the members of the tribe who were originally murderous and fighting spirit began to feel at ease. There was no immediate danger of starving to death. There was enough food to spend the winter in the warehouse, and they were unwilling to fight to the death with the bisons who seemed invincible in the Su people.

This is very similar to the relationship between the Ming Dynasty and Mongolia. Over the past 100 years, the Ming Dynasty guarded Mongolia and strictly strangled the various paths of the nine sides. The trade between the two sides was close to nothing. As a result, the Ming Dynasty and Mongolia also fought bloody years after years. In the middle and late Ming Dynasty, China and France were abolished, the border troops were decadent and loose, and various smugglers began to fist and the Mongolians could not fight. Later, the Qing Dynasty, all Mongolian princes and princes became big merchants and formed a Guozhuang to sell fur and camel fur to the mainland. In the entire Qing Dynasty, no grassland hero could rise up to compete with the Central Plains for hegemony.

Now Mao Xingjian uses the method of the late Ming Dynasty scholars and officials to deal with the Mongolians.

This trick was really effective. The second month after he was forced to join the Cheyenne tribe, he was invited into the Cheyenne cowhide chief tent again.

This time it was much more lively than last time he was entertained. Not only was there a large temple built with dozens of square meters of wood full of cross-legged temples, there were even Indian warriors wearing feather crowns outside looking inside. Those who could sit inside were at least the same level as the clan leader and the great wizard. The little wizard, the clan chief and clan wizard who formed the grassroots of North American Indians were not even qualified to enter.

Sitting cross-legged in Mao Xingjian, there were five more iron towers, and in the middle, there were still the horns of the Cheyenne chieftain wearing a bison head shell. On the left, there were two big faces and two black and thick braids hanging down from his cheeks. What was particularly noticeable was that the burping bone in the middle of his nose seemed to be shortened to the inside, making the nose particularly large and thick drooping, which was a bit like the hideous Rakshasa and Vajra in Hinduism.

Another face was normal, with a typical Indian appearance, with eight thick mountain eagle feathers on his head, but his legs were bare, not wearing a pair of leather soft shoes like other Indians, and they were particularly thick, and they were painted black with some unknown pigment.

On the other side of his right hand, the Zuni chief should also be a wizard. He did not wear the warrior's crown, but wrapped his hair around the three dry eagle heads. He held a wooden stick in his dry hand. The same three rattlesnake skulls with fangs and big mouths were tied to the head of the stick by cowhide bands.

However, the most fierce one here should be the chief of the Shawshauni. The North American Indians are generally between 1.65 and 1.75 meters tall, which can be regarded as the general height of northerners in this era. The tall white Europeans in later generations are actually not much taller than them now. But this strong man is nearly 1.9 meters tall, nearly two meters tall, and is a circle bigger than other Indians. His face is full of ferociousness. He does not wear a crown, but carries a wooden rack on his back. Five shriveled and shrinking heads are hung on the rack, just like strange fruits.

Judging from this situation, most of the remaining leaders and figures of the five tribes on the north have arrived.

A little annoyed and helpless, Dajiao started to hum in a dull voice.

"After the clan meeting, the five tribes of Cheyenne, Zuni, Shawshauni, Wassun, and Blackfoot are willing to cease peace with the Sioux and Apaches, and respect each other's territory. The five tribes will not hunt on the Snake River Plain, but the Sioux must ensure that the transaction with the five tribes needs to continue!"

No matter how much you don’t like a businessman, you have to be a businessman! Mao Xingjian nodded happily.

"The Sioux agrees to peace and trade!"

The familiar big cigarette puddle was still the same kind of familiar big cigarette puddle. Dajiao lit the tobacco pot and handed it to Mao Xingjian. Now he is familiar with it. The prince took a deep breath and even spit out the cigarette puddle rings with some familiarity. Then he returned it to Dajiao. Five burly and ferocious Indian leaders took a sip of the tobacco pot one after another. The peace agreement was completely settled.

However, Mao Xingjian was certainly not satisfied with just one peace agreement. After performing this peace ceremony, Mao Xingjian was full of excitement and started shouting loudly.

"Gu learned from the Apache tribe that the six tribes were fighting each other for their own territory, but in order to deal with the Spanish barbarians, they formed six alliances and defeated the White Barbarians on the Mexican coast in succession. The alliance mediated the territory and conflicts between tribes and allocated hunting grounds. Since the Sioux and the six tribes reached a peace agreement, Gu proposed, why don't we establish a larger alliance?"

"oh?"

The five chiefs holding cigarette pubs each raised their heads with interest. Looking at this scene, Mao Xingjian spoke more quickly and quickly.

"Not everyone is suitable for hunting when they are born! Instead of letting these tribes starve to death, it is better to let them learn farming. If a major alliance is formed, the Sioux will allocate land for these tribes and farm. The bravest warriors in the tribe, the hunters can still organize hunting to express their respect for the hunting god! There is no need to fight again between the seven tribes. Once other tribes invade, the seven tribes can also deal with it. Isn't it beautiful!"

The words have begun to impress these tribal chiefs. They have also eaten rice porridge, white flour and steamed buns these days. They are definitely unwilling to let these hunters who dance and guns bend down to farm. Hunters from various Soviet tribes have already shown that Mao Xingjian's idea is equivalent to the best of both worlds. Looking at the contemplative appearance of these chiefs, Mao Xingjian even stepped up his iron while it was hot. With a bang, he pulled out the big health care hanging around his waist. The best steel mouth and light sword body attracted the Indian chiefs to look at it subconsciously.

"And after the alliance, the Sioux can also fully liberalize trade and provide you with better weapons, stronger armor, arrows made of steel, and even muskets and powder are not impossible!"

How tempting weapons are for these tough guys? It is conceivable that seeing the guys that the arms dealer Mao Xingjian put on one after another, the chief of the Xiaoxiaoni couldn't help but reach out to take Mao Xingjian's health care. His rough fingers slightly tried the blade, and a bloody cut immediately appeared hideously on his thumb. He was not angry but happy. This big guy immediately stroked the sword body and kept his obsessive appearance, as if he was touching the delicate body of a peerless beauty.

He reached out and took a handful of arrows that Mao Xingjian took out from his pocket, and then took out his own stone arrow from the quiver. The black-footed chief Wufeng also showed an expression of interest.

However, the alliance is a big deal, and no one is a fool. The Sioux has provided so much. The Sioux will definitely be dominated by the Sioux in the future. There are still many opposition voices within the big guy. The current alliance chief Dajiao still shook his head solemnly.

"The Sioux wizard, your proposal, the five clans need to consider discussing it!"

Mao Xingjian also knew that it was not a time to worry. What he could do was to maximize the weights, stand up with a smile, slap outside, and imitate the Indians. Mao Xingjian also shouted generously.

"Finally, please look at the gifts of the corn god brought by the orphans, and see the benefits of farming!"

With his slap, he kept waiting outside. Han Jinnong's youngest son Han Gufeng excitedly hugged a huge jar and suddenly knocked on you. A strong fragrance suddenly spread out, attracting a group of Indians, especially the Hun Nose Chief Hunting Cattle Hunting, all of them sucked their huge noses heavily.
Chapter completed!