Gongbu, in the southern language, means "the throne of the Niang family"!

This is the territory of Niang.

When Qin Mo brought the army outside Gongbu, the leader of the Niang clan, Niang Shanggao, and waited outside the city with three thousand people.

Niang was once praised by Luobuzatui as the Tibetan Mastiff in the Southern Fan, which shows its status.

When working hard, being able to take Tibetan mastiffs to hunt or walk a dog is a thing worth showing off.

Niang Shanggao knew that the person coming was Qin Mo, and his face was not very good-looking. It was this guy who gave advice and conquered Mingyue Mountain.

After that battle, the Southern Fan became weak.

Not only that, they also brought smallpox, and I don’t know how much harm it caused to the Nanfan.

The local people in Nanfan all call them the devil.

"The visitor is a big party visiting the foreign envoy, Qin Mo?" asked Niang Shanggao.

Qin Mo did not dismount, Dou Yiai turned over and dismounted, and stepped forward and said, "Angel of Dagan, Qin Mo, under the order of His Majesty of Dagan, lead the army to visit Nanfan, help Nanfan, and solve the urgent needs!"

Niang Shanggao said: "Since you are an angel, you are the most honorable guest in our Nanfan. Why don't you get off the horse and come to Gongbu to drink a glass of barley wine?"

His silly words are not smooth, but they are pretty good.

It is not easy to return to Nanfan because Nanfan has its own language system, so education is destined to be a long process.

"Since it is an invitation from the leader of the Niang clan, then go to the city!" Qin Mo thought for a while, and since he got off the horse, he should be gentler. After all, he will be his own people in the future.

Moreover, this tall father is a great figure in the early days of the Lobuzadui era.

He threw the horse rope to the horse-race soldier, smiled and hooked Niang Shanggao's shoulder, "Brother, I have heard of your reputation when I was doing it. When I see you today, it is indeed worthy of your reputation!"

Qin Mo's self-familiarity made Mom Shanggao confused.

The Zhi family’s master Songbuzhi does not mean that the big-killer people are particularly arrogant, especially the first prince consort who is big-killer, who is even more arrogant.

During the negotiations, it was so violent.

He came to his senses and said with a slight smile: "The Qin Angel is also famous!"

"Is that true?" Qin Mo quickly took out Qin Yan, "Come on, brother, smoke one!"

"What's this?"

Qin Mo didn't say nonsense, lit one, and then stuffed Qin Yan into his mother. Shanggao's mouth and lit it for him, "This is called Qin Yan. He needs several taels of silver a big deal. The Lord's special offer is that ordinary people can't get it.

We usually only send it to people close to us!"

Niang Shanggao subconsciously took a sip and was choked and coughed repeatedly. Qin Mo kept patting his back, "Slow down!"

"I'm fine!"

My mother Shanggao waved her hands repeatedly. He really couldn't smoke the cigarette, but so many people were watching it, Qin Mo also said that this was a special offer from the nobles.

If he shows his timidity, wouldn't it be embarrassing?

It's strange that after just taking a few sips, Qin Mo's unprepared look made his mother Shang Gao's vigilance and hostility unknowingly relieved a lot.

The appearance of the two of them holding each other's arms also stunned the Niang clan.

When I arrived at the Niang family's tribe, I had prepared good wine and dishes.

Qin Mo took out a box of Qin Yan and placed it on his table, and took out a small wine bottle, "This is a cold-proof knife specially provided by our soldiers. Try it. Although it is not as delicious as your barley wine, it is better than the strong one."

As he said that, he drank the barley wine in the cup in one gulp.

My mother Shanggao was impressed by Qin Mo's generous personality. It seems that what Songbuzhi said was not all true.

Moreover, he had also drunk the burning knife, which was so intense and impressive.

The big caravans who come and go will offer some local specialties from the big caravan.

"Come on, my dear friends, you have traveled all the way from Dafu to be the most respected guests of our Nanfan!" He did not feel pretentious, dipped his fingers in the wine in the glass, and then picked up Qin Mo's bottle and started drinking.

After siping, his face turned red in an instant.

To be honest, the beef and mutton from Nanfan tasted really good, and Qin Mo ate it.

Gao Yao was kneeling beside Qin Mo, not eating a bite of meat or drinking a drop of wine throughout the whole process, and his hands were always pressed on the hilt of the knife around his waist.

The same is true for Chai Rong.

Look at Dou Yiai again, like the wind blows the clouds, eating and drinking, just like Zhu Bajie eating ginseng fruit.

Qin Mo was too lazy to care about him, so he drank so much that he sat directly next to his mother. Shanggao and held his hand, which was a constant friendship.

My mother Shanggao was also slightly drunk. At this moment, she was so dizzy that she was praised by this number one son-in-law and was a little confused.

"Brother, how old are you to me? If you don't dislike me, just call me Brother Qin. I like heroes the most and admire heroes the most."

Mom Shanggao nodded dizzyly, "Then I'll be too proud!"

"Don't be dissatisfied with your own people." As he said, Qin Mo helped ignite another Qin Yan, and then said: "To be honest, I came to Nanfan this time not just to help you overcome the difficulties.

There are more important tasks!"

Mother Shanggao suddenly shuddered, his face was drunk, but his ears stood up, and he asked quietly: "Brother Qin, what task?"

Qin Mo exhaled a breath of smoke, "You can't listen to these words!"

"Then, let's go behind!" Niang Shanggao said tentatively.

"Okay!" Qin Mo nodded with a smile.

Afterwards, Niang Shanggao took Qin Mo to the back hall, and no one else was allowed to come with him.

This place is Niang Shanggao's study room, and there are still many books that are doing big things. Of course, more are Buddhist scriptures.

"Come on, have tea!" Niang Shanggao took out the tea cake, "This is the tea cake you came over, refreshing and relieved, but we Nanfan people prefer to use it to make milk tea!"

Since the deepening of trade between the two countries, tea can be said to be one of the favorites of the Southern Ban people.

They don’t produce tea, but they have to drink it every day, so they don’t come with a small pot, so they are so tired!

Qin Mo smiled and took the teacup, "Yes, it's actually the Twelve Flower God Cup, my mother, I have taste. This Twelve Flower God Cup is a rare thing to do when I work hard!"

This quiet praise came to my grandmother's heart, "In your big words, this is art of elegance!"

"It's not bad. This tea-making method is very professional. Many nobles are not as skilled as their mother. If they do it, they will definitely be a noble noble!" Qin Mo said happily.

Niang Shanggao didn't say anything, but the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised, "Brother Qin, you're going well all the way here?"

"Don't mention it, the wind and sun are blowing along the way, so it's so uncomfortable!" Qin Mo took a sip of tea and said: "However, if you can come here smoothly, you will know your mother. I, Qin Mo, have made a lot of money!
Chapter completed!