The dilapidated small hotel, the oil lamp was dim, and the heavy rain outside seemed particularly violent under the sound of the thin monk's single string. The four people sat dejectedly on the floor beside the wall of the room.
The hawker sold his remaining steamed buns to the poor customers in the shop. When he walked up to the farmer, before he could open his mouth, a porter who was gambling next to him and wearing only a dirty loincloth mocked: "Save yourself and your energy."
Well, they only eat tares and won't buy your steamed buns."
The hawker scolded: "Eating only tares will cause night blindness!" He turned to the four people and said, "I will sell the rest to you at a low price, as long as one hen of rice." He was answered with deathly silence. "Everyone is a pauper.
!" the vendor scolded, then picked up the remaining steamed buns and put them into his mouth fiercely.
Yohei stood up and stared at the hawker, swallowed his saliva and muttered: "What a pity. If you had rice, you could buy forty rice." "Stop talking!" Mosuke said in a low voice. "Isn't it?" Yohei sobbed:
"There are such stupid things in this world. Free food and drink, and slaps in the face..."
A porter next to him laughed and said: "Of course you will be slapped, you are farmers! Besides, that ronin has real skills!" He stood up and pointed to a ronin who was sleeping on the bed in front of him and said, "Unlike this bastard who pretends to sleep, you can gamble money
After losing all his money, he brandished his sword wildly and was beaten up by the three of us."
Heping was still sobbing: "Forget it, let's go back. It's better to go back to the village as soon as possible." The porter said: "You can't even buy steamed buns, how can you invite samurai?" Heping glanced vaguely into the distance and closed his eyes.
Ichiyo Sorayama, who is raising spirits, said: "We can only tell the difference between good and bad seeds, but we can't tell the difference between good and bad warriors. The good ones will ignore us, but our martial arts skills are poor..."
After the ronin who was sleeping on the stage heard this, he stood up with his knife and walked tremblingly to the farmer: "I was hungry last night and was careless. In fact, my martial arts..." One of the porters sneered: "Fart! How can you bet when you are gambling?"
It’s not called hunger.” The ronin mustered up the courage to stand up and stare at the porter and shouted: “Asshole!”
"Do you want to fight?" One of them picked up a huge porter who was sleeping loudly and said, "Get up, let's fight!" The three porters stood up and stared at the ronin fiercely. The ronin, who was frightened by the beating, staggered back and followed the path.
Shivering, Wall returned to his desk and lay down.
The porter puffed up his chest proudly and looked around the shop. He suddenly pointed at a leaf on the empty mountain that was motionless. He frowned and said to the four farmers: "You feed this wanderer with rice, fish and meat every day, but you eat tares every day. What's the point of this?"
!" Yoping trembled and said: "This samurai is different..."
The porter, who had a strong sense of justice, ignored him and walked up to Kazuyo Sorayama and tapped the floor with his foot: "Hey! Are you just like that bastard who pretended to sleep and wanted to cheat..."
Before he finished speaking, a bright sword flashed through the dim space of the shop instantly, like lightning in the heavy rain outside. Before anyone could react, he disappeared. The porter opened his mouth and was about to speak.
, but felt that his lower body was chilled by the wind, and saw that his old crotch cloth had slipped to the ground, and there was only a neat knife mark on his hip bone. He silently told him what happened in that flash of light just now.
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Kazuyo Sorayama was still sitting there with a knife in one hand and half-closed eyes, as if what just happened had nothing to do with him.
The porter stared blankly at the leaf on the empty mountain. He suddenly realized what he was doing and hurriedly touched his body a few times. He found that he didn't have any wounds. Then he hurriedly bent down to pick up the crotch cloth, covered his lower body and stepped back naked.
With his mind completely blank, he obviously didn't notice the steps behind him. He was supported by two companions, one tall and one short. The three of them huddled away from the empty mountain in embarrassment and stopped making noise. Obviously, in the
Having survived safely in the market until now, they can clearly realize that Ichiyo Sora's force is different from those ronin who are just waiting for death. They are already a being that they must not provoke.
The reaction of the four farmers was obviously even slower, and it was not until this moment that they knelt down and bowed to Kazuyo Sorayama. Riji hesitated for a moment, then climbed up to Kazuyo Sorayama on his knees, and said with hope: "Master Samurai, please
Please save us..."
Kazuyo Sorayama stopped his words with a wave of his hand, opened his eyes, looked at Li Ji and said in a low voice: "I said I won't care about your business. Whether I can find a samurai has nothing to do with me. I will go to practice tomorrow, so don't worry about me.
"
The four Li Ji huddled in the corner with despair in their eyes, and there was no sound again all night. The howling wind blew into the store along the gaps in the wooden wall, and the sound of rain outside the store seemed to be getting louder...