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The business was so good, and it was very profitable, so even though the door was closed at this time, Madov and others could still stay in the restaurant for the silver they received. The shopkeeper also stir-fryed a plate of rabbit meat to invite them. The rabbit meat was taken by the Mongolians and changed to a glass of soju. At that time, the Mongolian left with a grimace. After a while, another yellow sheep was dragged in. This time, he changed two glasses of wine. The man carefully put it in his silver wine pot, and then left with satisfaction.

Madov, Petrine, Gregory and Schev, the group of Russians had been drinking here for several days. Of course, they also brought wine, but the wine they carried with them was not enough for these guys to drink. The difficult journey lasted for several months had already consumed all the wine they brought. Later, they were very uncomfortable with drinking the Mongols' goat milk wine, so they could only satisfy their cravings. When they found out that this restaurant opened by a merchant in Zhangjiakou sold the best soy wine, these Russians seemed to have dug up a treasure house.

They flocked to it, but when Petrilin and others were there, many people still bought wine and left, leaving this group of senior executives to gather here.

Petrien also drank it all in one go, shouting, and praised, "It's really good wine, so comfortable."

Schev and others also drank wildly, and after drinking all the wine in the glass, they all looked extremely comfortable.

The guys in the restaurant were used to it. The guys who had almost never eaten much of the dishes on them, and they all used wine as meals. Their alcohol content was also amazing. The strongest soju wine was drunk at this time in the Ming Dynasty. Those who were a little more particular did not drink this kind of strong wine. Soju wine became popular until the Republic of China and later became the darling of Chinese wine table culture. Before that, soju wine was just a favorite of the lower class. A few glasses of soju wine could satisfy their desire for alcohol. Soju wine was better to save money when I wanted to travel back to brew soju wine. It took hundreds of years for this thing to come from its popularity.

There is no such problem for the Russians. They drink several kilograms of this kind of liquor, and there is no cultural heritage that discriminates against the strong liquor. For them, drinking this kind of liquor is a complete enjoyment. Since the wine at this time is either fruit wine or grain wine, whether it is wheat, rice or sorghum, the fine wine made from grain is enough to make you hungry. These Russians can sit in front of the counter of the restaurant and drink until they are drunk, and then leave with one foot high and one foot high and one foot high and one foot high and one foot low.

"How many days will the market open?" Madoff said drunkenly: "I'm impatient to wait. I want to sell the goods early and finish the work at hand. Then I want to apply to stay here. When you come back next time, dear Petrien, you will know where to find me."

"Nine days left." Petrien did not drink it all in one sip, but sipped the spirit of the wine in small sips, feeling the mellowness of the wine. The damn wine made by these Ming people was so good at the appetite of the Russians. The mellow fragrance and the burning sensation after the mouth were enough to dispel the cold inside the body, making people feel extremely happy from the mind to the body.

Of course, this wine is particularly good than fuchs. No, or each has its own advantages, but it is too little vodka and too expensive. Even Petrien cannot buy too much at once, and there is not much souvenir here. Fortunately, the wine merchants here have sent people back to buy in large quantities.

When buying in large quantities, it makes people feel at ease when hearing these four words.

"Nine Heavens?" Madoff mocked: "Don't Zhang Han wait for the news of victory to open again?"

"It would be better if you can win," said Pettering. "You can ask people who come to trade to be more confident. However, I am also pessimistic. Generally speaking, according to the principles of military science, the more anxious you want to win, the final result may end in failure."

Schev praised: "Mr. Petrine is worthy of being a military nobleman granted by His Majesty the Tsar. It is an amazing judgment in military science."

Glicoli said: "The new governor of Tomsk, Lieutenant Colonel Vasiliev, has a similar statement, which is used to warn us when we go to war."

A group of Russians drank another drink, and Madov said with a smile: "Think about it, Zhang Han shocked the Mongols with force. If his army was caught in the Long March with the Quetu Khan tribe, not only would the current army not be transferred back, but would have to continue to send troops westward. What would those Mongols think?"

"Well," Petrien nodded and said, "But we don't have to mix in now and continue to maintain friendly relations with the Mongols. When Zhang Han and Ming people were aggressive, we should give the Mongolians the impression of being friendly and continue to maintain a gentle policy. That Dorji, the group of young Mongolians do not maintain a strong vigilance towards us like their elders. This is good, continue, without chaos, we will operate slowly, waiting for our strength to increase before seeking a higher voice. If there is chaos, any winning party needs us to stabilize the situation. By then, we can truly grasp the initiative in trade, open the door of wealth, and gain more wealth from the Far Eastern people for our Russian mother."

"Excellent." Madoff praised with his tongue, and poured a full cup for himself.

"I really hope that day will come soon." Schev had considerable self-control. After looking at Madov, he began to taste wine in small mouthfuls. Like Vasiliev, who had just taken office in Tomsk, Schev, a military nobleman from a large family, had a strong loyalty to his motherland, and he also had a sense of responsibility and self-control than ordinary officials from civilians. Recently, he was mainly engaged in contact with the Mongolians, and he had achieved considerable success. Intelligence and Mongolian show-offs came continuously, which was called Petrien quite satisfied. Compared with those greedy merchants and barbaric Cossacks, such military nobleman from a large family, was much more useful, and had sufficient initiative and ability.

"It will come." Petrien felt very relaxed at these Russian colleagues, of course it was much easier than dealing with Ming people. God knows why these Ming people were so petty and smart, and were very persistent in what they had identified.

Every time he had a meeting, Petrilin felt that he was about to die of more than half of his brain cells. His hair had fallen off recently. This was called Petrilin quite worried. It would be too disgusting if he became bald in a year. He was only in his early forties, and it was the time when he was young and strong.

In comparison, when we came all the way from Moscow, the Tatars, the Mongols, and the barbarian tribes of all sizes, it was too easy and easy to deal with them. A little benefit, the cunning strategy that seemed to be concessions, always worked. Mocos was a group of Germanic Goths, a group of Eastern Slavs, and a large group of Tatars re-established principality. It began to expand eastward from Emperor Ivan, and the eastward advance was extremely smooth. However, in the Mongolian grassland, their power was finally exhausted, and it could be said that they had hit a wall. A stronger opponent appeared, more sweet talk, better at calculating than them, more goods, more gold and silver, and stronger army.

If there is no end, everything will be empty. However, with the army, the Russians can only touch the dust again and again in front of Zhang Han and his subordinates.

Their hypocrisy and cunning are useless to Zhang Han and his subordinates. They bully others with great enthusiasm and can only humiliate themselves. During the negotiations a few days ago, the representatives of the Chinese even pointed at the text and shouted that Petlin immediately signed the letter. Otherwise, the new documents would be sent in an hour and the conditions would be even more harsh.

Petrien had never had such a humiliating moment in his life. The other party waved his arm and pointed at his nose to sign. However, Petrien knew very well that these people were not cheating. If he did not sign, these guys would really dare to re-design a more demanding agreement. Of course, if he asked Zhang Han to lower his posture and plead for mercy, he could often call back the harsh agreement. Petrien tried it and he would never want to experience it again in his life.

The Russians didn't really want to gloat, and they weren't even stupid enough to think that Zhang Han's army would be defeated, but this group of people really hoped that there would be any chaos that they could take advantage of, otherwise, they would be eaten by Hutchison and the space would be too small.

It may not matter to the merchants everywhere, as long as they can get trade profits, but for the group of people in front of them, everything that happens here makes them disgusting, scared, and even more disappointed.

Could it be that the expansion of Russia's mother really ends here?

"I hope, I hope..." Petrien was not a devout Orthodox, but he still drew a cross backwards according to the Orthodox habits and handed over the slim hope to God.

At midnight, a group of Russians who were tilted around appeared in the city without a curfew. They were drunk and sang vague Russian songs that were incomprehensible, and walked towards the north city in a tilted direction.

This situation is often seen recently. Of course, there is more than a tavern in the city, and there are more than one businessman with the same vision as the owner of the restaurant. Of course, the largest scale and the most reserves of wine are the ones where Madoff and others stay. However, it is hard to say how long it can last with the consumption of these drunkards.

The quiet city is filled with the smell of alcohol carnival, and there are a group of Russians who are twisting around.

This is hard to understand by Chinese people. Generally speaking, even if the drunkards in the Ming Dynasty drink too much, they will lie on the side of the road and sleep on the side of the road. No drunkard will sing a Qin Opera on the street, and at most they will add an option to go home to beat their wives. However, this kind of scene is almost impossible to see in the Hutchison ruled area. The workers are busy and their lives are very comfortable. The project of beating wives is generally based on the difficult life. Both workers and tenants live well, their lives are booming, and they are too tired.

The military department prohibits gambling and there are restrictions on drinking. Generally speaking, in addition to the soldiers' explicit orders that alcohol is not allowed, the military department also has unspoken rules. People who usually have to work and pay the price can only drink in moderation. If there is a drunken scene on the next day, everyone will be embarrassed.
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