The castle town built around the castle lord of an unknown daimyo is bustling and dense. Business travelers, ronin, samurai, farmers, and vendors from 66 countries on the four islands shuttle through the streets and shops.
Regardless of ancient times or modern times, cities have always brought together everything necessary for basic human life: food, clothing, housing, transportation, food, drink, prostitution and gambling. To satisfy human desires, there are restaurants, large and small hotels, and even casinos and brothels.
In one day, from a small village to a city of this era, Kazuyo Sorayama finally felt a little like a modern man. However, with a huge sum of money in his pocket, he had no intention of spending anything. Shopping was not a good idea for a warrior who was dedicated to the art of swordsmanship.
Say, it is simply one of the most boring things in the world.
"Hey!" Kazuyo Sorayama called to a few people who were looking around: "How do you recruit samurai on the street?" Yoping stepped forward with a smile and said: "Sir samurai, my father told me before I came here, find a samurai first.
Hatago who can cook will stay here. When you encounter those ronin who seem to be in trouble, please fill their bellies first, and then respectfully ask for their help." "Well... are you familiar with this city?" "Back to samurai-sama, this is
The only city near our village, we come here several times a year."
Sorayama Kazuyo nodded: "Lead the way, I can protect your lives, but I won't take action casually. You are the main one in recruiting warriors, understand?" Several people nodded in agreement.
A few people came to a dilapidated small ryokan located on the edge of the walled city, picked up the pottery pots brought from the village with Pingxiang, and burned firewood to cook outside the house. Manzo packed up his luggage, and Rikichi and Shigesuke turned around and left.
Hatago should be looking for those hungry ronin. Kazuyo Sorayama found a clean-looking floor and sat down, carefully looking at this ancient Japanese inn.
This is a low house made of mud, grass and wooden boards. Two sides are closed with earth walls. The other two sides are made of irregular wooden boards. The beams are supported by crooked thick sticks. The sparse gaps are used as windows. One wooden board
The middle is not completely closed and can be used as a door.
There is land at the entrance, which is separated by three steps until it is between two earthen walls. The floor is made of thick wooden boards, and people can sit on it to rest. There is a fire pit in the center of the floor, and an iron chain hangs from the beam. The end of the chain is a large
An iron hook with a black mouth hung an iron pot for cooking. Half a person's height from the floor was separated by wooden boards into a small space for only one person to sleep.
In this low and dark room, there is often a vague smell mixed with sweat, foot odor and earthy smell. Maybe it is because of the daytime, the inn seems very empty, and there is a ronin smelling of alcohol.
Sleeping soundly in the distance, a blind monk sat against the wall, holding a single string and playing a monotonous tune.
Not long after, Rikichi and Mosuke who were out led a tall, strong samurai with a big gun in the door. The samurai was wearing a pair of worn-out straw sandals, and the large samurai robe on his body had been washed so that the shape of the family crest could not be distinguished.
The warrior's rough voice revealed his impatience: "What's going on?" Heping hurriedly took out a bowl of hot white rice from outside, raised his hands above his head and bent down to deliver it to the warrior.
Mosuke bowed to the side and said: "Master samurai, please have your meal first. We are very grateful that you can come here." The samurai looked around vigilantly and saw that the nearest empty mountain was a leaf away from him.
It was seven steps away, with a fire pit in between, so he put down his big gun and sat on the floor. He reached out and grabbed the rice bowl without any politeness, and swallowed the fragrant rice in big mouthfuls.
He ate it all in just one breath. After swallowing the last mouthful of food, the warrior let out a sigh of relief.
"What's the matter? Let's talk now." The warrior's tone seemed to be much softer.
"Master Samurai, our village would like to ask for your help." Liji stepped forward and said with hope: "I hope to use your martial arts to fight against the bandits." The samurai stood up with a loud voice and said loudly: "What?! You farmers want to hire me
This noble samurai! This is unreasonable!" He picked up the big gun and left.
Liji hesitated for a moment, then ran out of the hotel with the samurai, chased him to the street, knelt down in front of the samurai and said, "Master samurai! We provide you with food and drink every day, but we sincerely beg you to help our village."
"Baga! Even if a samurai is in trouble, he is still a samurai. He will not accept charity from farmers, idiot!" Liji was kicked away by the fallen samurai holding three large guns, and his body rolled several times on the dusty ground.
Surrounded by a crowd of people either gloating over the misfortune or watching indifferently, Liji lay on the ground, his forehead pressed tightly against the ground and did not dare to move. He waited until the samurai had gone far before daring to sob silently.
"I said it wouldn't work a long time ago..." Manzo said coldly. Mosuke glared at him, picked up Liji, who was still sobbing, and the four of them walked back to the simple inn with heavy hearts.
Kazuyo Sorayama, who was following them, watched all this with cold eyes. He did not take action rashly. What would happen even if he killed the ronin? The huge gap between samurai and peasants in this era still cannot be bridged! "It seems that recruiting samurai is not a good thing.
It's not as simple as I thought," Kazuyo Sorayama thought to himself.