The Local Lazy Man System

"Brother Ye, come and have a bowl with us!"

Degdu Bayar picked up a bowl of wine and said to Ye Rongrong.

How could there be no wine when entertaining guests at the grassland herdsman's house?

It's just that the herdsmen on the grassland drink differently from the people in the city. The people in the city drink toast one by one. On the grassland, the herdsmen like to drink in bowls, and they toast one by one.

This person who can't drink really dare not drink with the herdsmen on the grassland.

Most of the wine drunk at the grassland herdsmen's home is kumiss brewed by the grassland herdsmen themselves.

The origin of this kumiss can be traced back to Genghis Khan Temujin.

According to legend, as early as the early Yuan Dynasty, Mobei was in a period of great turmoil and great change. At that time, the tribes of Gumeng were in disarray, and the tribes competed for strength and each elected a monarch.

Temujin, who had just turned 17, inherited his father's behest, rode a war horse, and waved a flag to rebuild his homeland. Temujin's wife was at home, thinking of her husband who had gone on an expedition, and making dairy products at the same time.

One day, when she was cooking yogurt, the water droplets on the lid of the pot flowed into the bowl next to her, which made her smell the special milk fragrance.

When Temujin's wife tasted delicious and sweet, she also had a feeling of ecstasy. She gradually mastered the craft of wine making in production and life, and simply made wine utensils and brewed it by herself.

At the ceremony when Temujin became the Great Khan, she dedicated the wine she brewed to her husband Genghis Khan and the soldiers. After drinking it, the Khan and the soldiers applauded repeatedly.

From then on, Genghis Khan named it as imperial food wine and named it Sailin Airha.

Whenever the ancient Mongolian people offer hada and milk wine to the guests, it is the highest etiquette for the guests.

Milk wine has become a must-have wine for the ancient Mongolian people to receive guests.

Don't think that this kumiss is brewed from mare's milk, and you think that this kumiss has a low alcohol content, then you are wrong, this kumiss alcohol is not low at all.

For a person with an average capacity for alcohol, after a bowl of kumiss, he will probably fall drunk.

However, the Gumeng Prairie is located in the north, and it is very cold at night in winter. Both adults and children have to drink a bowl of kumiss to keep out the cold. After many years, there are no herdsmen on this grassland who are not good at drinking.

Many seven- and eight-year-old children on the grasslands can drink a catty or half a catty of kumiss.

"it is good!"

Ye Rongrong also raised a bowl of wine to toast Degdu Bayar.

"Good drinker!"

"it is good!"

"readily!"

Seeing Ye Rongrong emptied a full bowl of wine in one gulp, these grassland herdsmen had a good impression of Ye Rongrong, and they all gave Ye Rongrong a thumbs up and said.

After all, foreign tourists who come to the prairie are rarely able to drink a bowl of kumiss so neatly.

"Brother Ye, you are welcome to our tribe as a guest, and I offer you a bowl of wine."

After finishing a bowl of wine with Degdu Bayar, another big man of Mongolian ethnicity brought up a big bowl to drink with Ye Rongrong.

"it is good!"

Ye Rongrong never refused to come, he still didn't even wrinkle his eyebrows, and drank the wine in the bowl in one gulp.

"readily!"

"Brother Ye is a real man!"

"Brother Ye, I respect you!"

"Brother Ye, how old are you compared to me, I respect you!"

"Brother Ye, come, let's drink a bowl too!"

Seeing Ye Rongrong drank a bowl of wine so boldly, everyone in the tribe gave Ye Rongrong a high look, and drank with Ye Rongrong one after another.

Whether it is home-brewed kumiss or high-grade liquor, everyone pours it down in big bowls.

Fortunately, Ye Rongrong has a good capacity for alcohol, otherwise he would really not be able to handle so many people pouring alcohol.

After an hour passed, Liu Qingqing and the other women who couldn't hold themselves to alcohol left the open-air firework feast filled with the smell of wine and the atmosphere of booze was at its height, and returned to the tent prepared for them to stay.

This kid Liu Xiaohui also wanted to go to rest with Liu Qingqing and the others, but unfortunately he was caught drinking by a young man from the prairie who was about his age.

This guy from the prairie is very patriarchal.

When a woman drinks alcohol, she can do it all at once.

But men must drink until they go out sideways, otherwise they will not show the hospitality and enthusiasm of the ancient Mongolians.

Liu Xiaohui, who didn't have a lot of alcohol, was drunk by a young Mongolian boy who was about the same age as him within a few drinks.

Ye Rongrong looked at the drunk Liu Xiaohui, shook his head involuntarily, his brother-in-law's drinking capacity is too bad, from now on, no matter whether the Liu family let him develop in the army or work in the government department, how can he do with this drinking capacity.

This Liu Xiaohui was quickly carried down to rest by the Gumeng boys who were similar to him.

At the end of the fireworks dinner, the women, old people, and children all went back to rest, and the rest were the young adults in the tribe.

"Brother Ye, you can't drink enough. On our Gumeng prairie, you can count the amount of alcohol you have on the palm of your hand."

"That's right, I've lived in the Gumeng Prairie for half my life, and this is the first time I've met someone who is as good at drinking as Brother Ye."

"Brother Ye, you are a good person, you can drink well, and your character is even better!"

"Brother Ye, today we all don't go home until we're drunk. If anyone runs away after drinking half of it, he's not a man, he's a woman."

After drinking this amount of wine, the atmosphere is completely lifted, especially the 20 or so big men from the tribe, who have not allowed Ye Rongrong, a guest who came from afar, to drink well, which makes them all embarrassed.

Even if everyone is drunk today, they still have to drink up this bold "Brother Ye".

"Okay...ok...today...we won't get drunk forever."

Ye Rongrong also picked up the bowl and said loudly.

Now Ye Rongrong has at least five or six catties of wine in his stomach. He only goes to the toilet, but there is no toilet at all. He just goes to the side where no one can see.

Herdsmen on the grasslands used to go to the bathroom like this, so Ye Rongrong naturally did as the Romans did.

Ye Rongrong went to the toilet three or four times.

This is because of Ye Rongrong's powerful digestive system. For an ordinary person, after drinking five or six catties of wine, his stomach would be unbearably bloated.

In fact, Ye Rongrong is already four or five points drunk, which can be seen from his stuttering.

This also allowed these prairie men to see some hope of victory, if Ye Rongrong remained unchanged and didn't feel drunk at all.

These prairie guys are really going to cry.

But don't let these people get drunk and get down on the ground, he is not drunk at all.

How can this show the enthusiasm of these grassland herdsmen?

The point is that if this gets out, it would be really embarrassing!

A tribe of dozens of big men was drunk by a foreign tourist, how can they go out to meet people in the future!

"Okay, refreshing, Brother Ye, let's have another bowl."

Degedu Bayar picked up the bowl and had sex with Ye Rongrong again. This was the fourth bowl of wine that Degedu Bayar had with Ye Rongrong. Six or seven points drunk.

The circle centered on Ye Rongrong became more lively, so much so that Ye Rongrong's boldness was completely infected.

Although the night in the Gumeng Prairie in October was very cold, Ye Rongyao and the others who were drinking beside the fireworks, almost everyone drank to the core.

Not only did everyone not feel cold, but they all felt very hot. Many people took off their coats, and even some strong people took off their entire coats and drank shirtless.

At this time, Ye Guangrong was also drunk, and simply threw off his upper body clothes, shirtless, yelling, and "fighting" with these hospitable Gumeng brothers.

At this time, everyone was drunk for more than seven or eight minutes, and regardless of the howling of the lonely wolf, they shouted loudly one by one, bowl after bowl of kumiss and white wine, like drinking water, and their necks twitched. Ang, just gulp it down.

Now everyone is not drinking, it looks like they are drinking water.

Bowl after bowl, which made some women watching from the side shake their heads.

Today, the guests from Degdubayar's house are too good at drinking. They drink like water. If they drink like this, these young and middle-aged men in the tribe will be drunk to the ground.

However, none of these ancient Mongolian women tried to persuade them to stop drinking. On the ancient Mongolian prairie, when guests came, they must let them eat and drink well.

How can I go over and tell the guests that the drink is almost done, so let's end it like this!

In that case, the reputation of hospitality of the nomads on the prairie would be ruined.

Ye Rongrong was not drunk yet, some young and middle-aged men in this tribe were drunk.

As long as someone was drunk, the Gumeng women who were watching would go over and carry him away.

The women on the grasslands are very strong, and two or three people can lift a drunk man away and send them back to their own homes.

Ye Rongrong's personal image suddenly became taller as the ancient Mongolian men became drunk.

"Uncle Aolima Surong, I... let's have a drink."

Ye Rongrong is also eight or nine points drunk now, and began to take the initiative to find someone to drink.

"Dry!"

Uncle Aolima Surong just took a sip and fell down directly. This is drunk.

"Is this drunk?"

Ye Rongrong looked at Uncle Aolima Su Rong who was drunk and lying down with drunken eyes.

"Ye...Brother Ye, let's...have another bowl!"

Battelle brought over a bowl of kumiss drunkenly, and drank with Ye Rongrong with his arms around Ye Rongrong's shoulders.

"Dry!"

Ye Rongrong drank the kumiss in the bowl in one gulp.

Now Ye Rongrong can't remember how much wine he drank, anyway, Ye Rongrong's mind is a ball of soy sauce, which is very muddy.

He couldn't remember how long he drank the wine, Ye Rongrong only remembered that everyone was drunk by him, but he was still standing alone.

But there was no cheating, Ye Rongrong, who relied on his body to resist the alcohol, was completely drunk and confused, and he walked a little in a non-conforming manner.

Without the support of these women, Ye Rongrong walked towards the tent where he slept at night with figure-sighted steps.

Walking into a tent, Ye Rongrong lay down on the floor.

"Wife!"

Ye Guangrong hugged the woman in the bed, called his wife in a daze, and fell asleep like that.

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