Chapter 71: Drinking

"Yes, the chief wants you to come to the tribe to see him." The speaker was a messenger from the tribe.

Ma Shao asked: "Why?"

The messenger said: "The great chief regrets what happened last year. He hopes to talk to you in person and restore your position as war chief."

Ma Shao frowned slightly: "I'm a little busy at the moment, let me arrange it."

The messenger hesitated and said, "The Great Chief hopes that you can come to the tribe as soon as possible... In fact, he has been feeling unwell recently, and he is worried that he may not have much time left, so he wants to talk to you as soon as possible. At the same time, he also knows that you are proficient in medicine and wants to get your help."

That sounds reasonable.

But Ma Shao still waved his hand and told the tribesmen, "Arrange for the envoy to rest and let him taste our wine and food - there is no need to restrict him from drinking in the drinking house."

The messenger wanted to say something, but several members of the Sleeping Bear tribe did not give him a chance to speak. They half politely and half forcibly took him to the drinking house and then forced him to drink.

As the messenger of the chief guarding the tent, this man is also a wine lover like the chief himself.

When he smelled the alcohol, he quickly and obediently took the liquor and started drinking and chatting with the others in the room.

The room was filled with the smell of alcohol and, of course, the air of happiness.

"Did you buy this cup from the white man? It looks good, haha." The messenger drank the liquor in the cup and looked at the glass in his hand.

"yes."

"A glass is much better for drinking from than a leather bag," said several other drinkers, sipping their wine.

The messenger was surprised when he saw this and asked, "Why do you drink so little? Drink as much as you can."

Several people smiled politely and said, "It costs a lot of money for us to drink. If we drink half a glass more, the price will increase three times. We dare not drink too much."

"Limit the alcohol! Actually, we know that drinking is bad, but we just can't give it up. It's just a habit, what can we do!"

"But you don't have to worry about the alcohol restriction, Envoy. Just drink as much as you want. We enjoy watching you drink."

Upon hearing this, the messenger said disapprovingly: "You have so many rules!"

He started to drink a lot and soon he was drunk. He was carried out of the drinking house staggeringly...

After a while, in the chief's hall.

"How is it, little bastard, did you find out anything?" Ma Shao looked at the little bastard.

Ma Shao thought the little beast looked harmless, so he asked him to question the drunk messenger to see if he could get any information out of him.

Ma Shao had to do this because he could no longer trust the chief. After all, he was the one who had intended to kill him.

The little bastard shook his head: "No. Even though the guy was drunk, he kept his mouth shut. I couldn't get anything out of him. Maybe he didn't know anything."

"It may also be that your level is not good enough." Someone teased him. He was often teased by people.

Ma Shao was silent for a moment: "What do you think?"

Old Bear said, "I heard that you had a conflict with the chief. Although I don't know the details... he is our chief after all. Since he is willing to reconcile, you should go and talk to him face to face. We are all family."

Du Tiao said immediately: "The man guarding the tent has no good intentions. He is just a narrow-minded old man! Chief, you must not go to the tribe!"

Ma Shao looked at Shi Ya.

Although Stone Crow was by no means the most resourceful, as his teacher, he naturally trusted him more.

Moreover, compared with other members of the tribe, Stone Crow's abilities are relatively outstanding. Young people do not have as much experience as he does, and middle-aged and elderly people are not as literate as he is.

Therefore, when Ma Shao makes a decision, he always listens to Shi Ya's opinion. Although it is usually useless, it is still a way to gain a better understanding by listening to both sides.

Shi Ya said thoughtfully, "I think what Lao Xiong and Du Tiao said makes sense."

"That's true, indeed." The little beast nodded in response.

Ma Shao sighed.

But this matter is actually not a difficult decision. It is absolutely impossible for him to trust the chief. He highly suspects that the chief wants to hold a Hongmen Banquet.

But he also had some reservations about simply ignoring the orders of the Great Chief.

As the leader of the Plains Tribe, the tent keeper has a very high prestige. After all, all the clans in the Plains Tribe are basically derived from the clan where the tent keeper is located.

In Ma Shao's opinion, the status of the tent guard in the tribe is a bit similar to that of the Zhou Emperor in ancient China... Of course, compared with the Zhou Emperor, this is not even a younger version.

In short, the relationship between tribes and clans is somewhat similar to the early feudal system in China, which is the result of the fusion of Ma Shao's two generations of cognition.

After much deliberation, Ma Shao made a decision - to take his army to meet the chief.

If the chief really has no ill intentions, there is nothing wrong with reconciliation.

If the chief wants to cause trouble, he will never show mercy.

Bringing troops to meet the chieftain was obviously disrespectful. In the style of ancient Chinese painting, it would have to be done under the banner of "clearing the court", but there seemed to be no better solution.

"Du Diao, gather a hundred soldiers tomorrow and follow me to the tribe." Ma Shao said.

The next morning, the messenger looked at the one hundred soldiers gathered in neat formation behind Ma Shao and his eyes widened: "This...you, why are you bringing so many soldiers?"

"Beware of the white people." said Ma Shao.

The messenger tried to argue: "White people? There is no white city nearby, and the journey to the tribe is not far. The chief wants to see you, but you brought so many warriors with you. This is simply a contempt for the chief!"

No matter what he said, Ma Shao said, "I believe the chief will understand me. Okay, let's go."

The tribe was located about 300 kilometers to the south. Ma Shao was leading more than a hundred people and was not in a hurry, so it would take at least a week.

Plains tribe.

Ever since the Comanche messenger's visit, Rainy Day had been in an anxious mood.

He didn't know what the chief was planning. Although he tried to ask him indirectly, the chief remained vague.

This deepened his anxiety.

It was obvious that the chieftain did not want to tell him the truth. As a close friend of Ma Shao, the reason why the chieftain did not want to tell him the truth was obvious.

Rainy Day had already vaguely realized the chief's plan, but he still had a glimmer of hope and always wanted to confirm it before making a decision.

Finally, that night, the hunt ended and people returned to the tribe with the harvested bison. They then held a barbecue party and enjoyed strong liquor and barbecue.

At the barbecue party, the tent keeper drank a lot of liquor, his face flushed and his body shaking.

Rainy Day hesitated for a moment, then walked over to the guarding tent and said, "Great Chief."

"Drink!" The tent guard handed him a bag of wine and instructed him without any further explanation, reeking of alcohol as he spoke.