Sorayama Kazuyo stayed in the old man's tavern safely. During this period, Chouyin and Qingbei sent him various kinds of wine and food. Chouyin even found a beautiful miko in a white shirt and red skirt from nowhere, so that he could
Sorayama Kazuyo didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he had to scold the guy sharply and told him to take the others and get out of here.
In three days, Seibei attacked Choyin three times. The first two were strong attacks and the last was a sneak attack. Kazuyo Sorayama sometimes picked up a bottle of wine and sat on the roof of the tavern to watch the battle in the distance. Watching the poor performances of those gangsters.
, Kazuyo Sorayama often couldn't help laughing. He felt that he hadn't laughed as many times in thirty years as he had in these three days.
However, what he saw as a gang fight was an out-and-out war in the eyes of the old man in the tavern and the owner of the coffin shop nearby: at least 4 or 5 corpses, seven or eight limbs, several tubs of internal organs, and various broken bones were collected every day.
With the low-quality knives and spears, and the shouts of killing all over the sky, the whole town seemed to have become an out-and-out Shura hell, and no one dared to wander on the streets.
Although the Qing soldiers had the upper hand and were the ones who took the initiative to attack, Chou Yin, as a big boss with a background as a thug, had relatively higher combat effectiveness.
In addition, both sides are constantly raising employment prices and recruiting people frantically in nearby villages, towns and even cities. Therefore, although there are many casualties on both sides, it seems that this turf war is still far from over...
"Don't leave, you unfilial son!" "Let go, this is a good opportunity to make a fortune! Chouyin offers one tael a day, farming is not as good as going there for three days a year, why not go!" "Idiot, you are going to die. Farm at home. "Even if you are poor, it is worse than dying as a gangster." "Do you want to drink porridge and water all your life? If you can have enough food and clothing, I would rather live a short life!" The young farmer grabbed the long knife, pushed the old father to the ground, and went straight to the town.
A slovenly rascal with unshaven beard witnessed this scene at the entrance of the village.
The status of ronin in this era was far lower than that in the Warring States Period. Because countries fought against each other, some of the ronin in the Warring States Period were high-ranking samurai and even heirs of small feudal lords. Due to the requirements for military expansion, local lords would also take the initiative to recruit those ronin who were highly skilled in martial arts.
As an important supplement to the military force. It is not uncommon for a ronin with no food and clothing one day to become a samurai the next day, so no one dares to look down upon it.
This era at the end of the shogunate was different. Large-scale wars ended, the Tokugawa family took power, and society was in a stable stage. Those large and small vassals relied on commerce, mining, agriculture, and handicrafts to make money, and they did not mainly focus on plunder.
Therefore, the samurai's requirement for force was weakened. The samurai in the domain were more engaged in clerical work. They went in and out of the domain lord's mansion on time during the day to handle official business. They drank and socialized with colleagues after get off work in the evening, and went home to rest at night. There was no difference from modern Japanese civil servants.
Even if the person dies, his salary and position can be inherited by the eldest son of the family and passed down from generation to generation.
There are only a handful of ronin who are highly skilled in martial arts. By chance, they are valued by some important figures in the domain, and are accepted as retainers and current warriors. Therefore, those ronin have no chance to succeed. If they want to maintain their lives, they can almost only become businessmen or hooligans.
The chief thug.
Therefore, all strata of society at this time had no respect for the ronin. Even the farmers despised these guys who always wanted to cause trouble and did not engage in production.
Under the old man's ignored gaze, the slovenly rascal lifted up the well rope and poured several gulps of cold well water.
This is a must-have skill for every ronin: when you are hungry and have nothing to eat, you can trick your stomach by drinking water. Although it cannot satisfy your hunger, it can at least relieve the pain of the stomach sac sticking together.
The old man opened the broken wooden door and roared at his mother-in-law: "Why didn't you persuade him?" "He didn't listen to me. Young people nowadays are all crazy." An extremely tired old female voice came from inside the house.
"The old ones are the same, they just want to get something for nothing. Hey, I heard that the wine merchants in the town have also started to collect silk, and the price is higher than that of the silk merchants!" "It's useless to buy it. The situation in the town is too bad, no one dares to deliver it, no.
Being dragged as a thug means being killed, and even the corpses will be thrown away." "Huh, blood will attract vicious dogs. When the silk is stained with blood, the silk market will open!" The old man glanced at the ronin who was drinking water silently.
, gritted his teeth angrily, then slammed the door shut and ignored it.
The ronin threw away the water ladle in embarrassment.
He had witnessed the entire experience of this farm family and was not surprised by the chaos here. His many years of wandering had made him accustomed to the fights and vendettas that took place in the town.
Because it is far away from the city, there is no order and no one to manage it. The only officials are either bribed by local gangsters or simply assassinated.
The gangs that monopolize all commercial activities here are even wealthier than the wealthy businessmen in the city. Most ordinary officials will acquiesce in the crime due to generous bribes.
The residents in the town and the farmers in the nearby countryside are also accustomed to this. As long as they can survive, generally no one dares to report to the official, although reporting to the official is of no use.
As the old farmer said, "Blood attracts vicious dogs." It is also the favorite place for those ronls, gangsters, and criminals.
The lack of order means that you can do whatever you want with force. The interaction between the two gangs means that they will compete for human resources, and their worth will double accordingly. Maybe they can enjoy it for several years after making a fortune.
The slovenly wanderer didn't know what his plan was, so he took his hands out of his sleeves, retracted them into his arms to resist the cold wind of late autumn, tightened his clothes and walked towards the town.
Perhaps the two sides were exhausted from the consecutive days of fighting, or perhaps they were silently replenishing their strength for a more intense battle next time. The town seemed particularly quiet today. Except for the broken human limbs that were picked up by wild dogs from time to time, they looked normal.
The bleak autumn town is no different.
This was the first thing the sloppy ronin saw. He walked in the town and began to look at the environment carefully. People in the town also secretly observed this strange ronin behind the windows. Because he appeared alone in the town
There are very few ronin. It can be said that for many days, this is the only one besides Sorayama Kazuyo.
At this time, Kazuyo Sorayama was lying on the roof, drinking wine and sunbathing. He had noticed the sloppy wanderer since he walked into the town, and it finally made him a little more interested.
From Ronin's steps and breathing, he could clearly sense that this guy was a master of swordsmanship! Although Ronin had his hands in his arms, his shoulders were almost motionless. Once he encountered an attack, he could immediately draw his sword to fight back; every time he took a step, his feet
The distance is almost constant. If you rub the footprints on paper, you can clearly see the pattern of one left and one right, just like the tracks of a tractor! This requires a high level of body control to be able to perform on daily basis.
Appears while walking.
Ichiyo Sorayama moved his gaze upwards and took a closer look at the ronin. Kikuchiyo was suddenly shocked in his heart!
No, no, no, it's not Kikuchiyo. Although the appearance is almost the same, the temperament is completely different from the same person.
Kikuchiyo also looked slovenly, but his whole body was full of vigor and fighting spirit, not as decadent as the ronin in front of him.
His martial arts are also several levels higher than Kikuchiyo, and should be on par with Jiuzou.
"Is it the same actor in the movie?" Kazuyo Sorayama thought melancholy, "I don't know what the final ending of Kikuchiyo will be. I hope he will live a better life after escaping the fate of death. This person looks like Kikuchiyo.
Since Ronin appears here, it seems that this town should be the place where the story of the "Yongjimbo" world takes place. In that case..."
Kazuyo Sorayama couldn't help but feel glad that he didn't leave rashly. Perhaps, something more interesting was finally coming!