Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 6402 Quarrel
"Sol, are you still alive?"

Drow rolled his eyes, reached out and opened Sol's big hand.

Sol is the old man with the gray beard in front of him. Although he looks old, he is actually about the same age as Drow, and he was his playmate when he was very young. The friendship between the two of them for so many years makes them quite talkative. It's a little unscrupulous.

"You are not dead, how could I die, haha!"

Sol laughed. He untied a skin bag from his waist, unplugged it, and took a sip of wine into his mouth.

"I sent someone to bring this wine back from the north of Daliao. It is definitely a first-class spirit. It is much better than the wine on our grassland. Would you like to have a sip?"

"No, you'd better keep drinking by yourself, I might as well drink wine from the Western Regions." Zall waved his hand.

In terms of wine, Zall's thinking is very different from Sol's.

Sol is after spirits, the higher the alcohol content, the better.

But Zall is different. He likes to drink wine made in the Western Regions, accompanied by beauties dancing and music beside him.

"It's a pity, it's a pity, you can't taste the beauty of such a good wine, what's the point of you being alive?"

Sol shook his head and smacked his mouth.

"Come on, it's almost enough, drink the wine later, so as not to cause trouble by drinking too much." Zhuoer said.

"What can I miss? Isn't it just the Presbyterian Church? It's a thing that is held every year. If you agree with something in a while, I'll follow you and raise a sign. It's the same every year." Sol disagrees.

He didn't care much about the affairs of the clan, and other things were almost enough. The only thing he cared about was spirits, which must be taken seriously, and nothing else can replace it.

"You old bastard, sooner or later you will die drunk in the wine tank."

When Saul said this, Drow scolded angrily.

It's true that Sol is his good brother, but if the elders of the Iron Teeth and Gold Tent are such muddle-headed alcoholics, then the entire Iron Teeth and Gold Tent will not be far from collapse.

There is really nothing to discuss with Saul about any major event, but his vote is very important, and it is great to support him.

"If you die drunk, you can die drunk. I have realized this for a long time... At that time, my father and grandpa all died of drinking and drunk. I, sooner or later, will be the same. People live a lifetime of grass and trees, just be happy. .”

Sol narrowed his eyes and smiled.

"I didn't expect you, a drunkard, to have such awareness!"

Drow sighed and said, "Sol, let's go in together, today's Presbyterian Church is not easy."

"If the sky falls, you will support me, I'm not afraid." Saul smiled heartlessly.

But Zhuoer knew that Sol was not a fool, he was bright in his heart, but Sol took drinking as the biggest goal in life, even if he knew about it, he would not pay attention to it.

"Where are the others? Are they all here?" Sol glanced around, but saw no acquaintances.

"They were already waiting for us inside."

Drow stepped forward.

Some distance away from the front yard, a house hidden near the bamboo forest is the location of the Presbyterian Church.

But not every elder meeting is held here. In many cases, it is just to find a place to deal with it.

And being able to come here is a really big event, so all the elders will be called here.

At present, there are a total of nineteen elders in the iron teeth and gold tent, and all of them have come to the room.

There is a huge long table in the lobby here, which is made of stone splicing. There are many stone chairs around the table, covered with animal skins.

As Drow said, the other elders are already full. Counting Drow and Sol, all nineteen elders are present.

"What are you two plotting?"

Holding a cane, a man in his fifties, with a sharp look on his face, looked at Drow and Sol with sarcasm in his tone.

"Batulu, keep your mouth shut, what we say is none of your business." Drow sneered.

"You and Saul are cancerous tumors with iron teeth and golden tents. You are real pests. You are extravagant and dissipated, and spend a lot of money to enjoy yourself. Have you ever considered half of the livelihood of the herdsmen?" The crutch in Batulu's hand fell heavily on the ground. , collided with the stone ground, and made a bumping sound.

"Batulu, are you trying to provoke something? Don't forget, how did you break your leg!"

Sol suddenly stood up and pressed his hands on the table.

"Sol, if you have the guts, try it out and see who breaks whose leg." Batulu snorted coldly, his eyes were like poisonous snakes. He has a crutch at this age, and he has something to do with Sol.

"The Presbyterian meeting hasn't started yet, why are you making a fuss?"

"Yeah, it's all about old sesame seeds and rotten millet. What's the point of arguing every year when we meet?"

"We are all at this age, don't let the young people see jokes, don't mention the past."

"When the king comes over and the meeting is over, it's over. Why bother arguing, let everyone save face."

Seeing the stalemate between the two sides, the rest of the elders began to persuade them.

As they said, it is not the first time that the two sides will quarrel in the annual elder meeting.

However, just like this year, it is quite rare to quarrel at the first meeting.

But no matter what the elders think in their hearts, the elders' meeting is a serious matter after all. If there is a fight on the spot, and even spread the word, everyone will be disgraceful.

"Okay, let's give everyone a face, and settle accounts with him after the elder meeting is over." Zhuoer snorted coldly.

The two sides confronted for a while, and under the persuasion of everyone, both sides sat down.

At this time, the maids waiting outside filed in and served each elder their favorite drink.

Every elder has different preferences, so the preparations for them are all targeted.

For example, wine is served to Drow, but a jug of shochu is served to Sol.

The rest of the elders have tea, kumiss, milk, goat's milk and so on.

Everyone was not in a hurry to drink, but turned their eyes to the chair in front of them.

A complete lion skin was wrapped on the big chair placed at the front.

From the position point of view, the big chair is higher than other elders, which highlights the identity of the person sitting on it.

In the past, the one who sat on it was the old iron tooth king.

The old iron tooth king has been sitting for decades, and everyone is used to it.

But in recent years, the new Tieya Wang Qing Geertai was sitting on it, and some older elders were not used to it.

Elders are inherited, not elected. Like Da Qi's honorary inheritance, they are generally passed on to their children and grandchildren.

Therefore, on the grasslands, natural blood is still extremely important.

(End of this chapter)