The temperature given by the sun to everyone is constant, regardless of nobles or common people. Perhaps it is one of the few things in this strict class society that can break through the barriers and allow both nobles and common people to enjoy it together.
Ichiyo Sora allowed the first few rays of sunlight in the morning to shine on his eyelids. He had always been strict about his schedule, but at this moment he didn't want to move his body at all, not even an inch.
The leftovers of last night's meal were churning in his stomach all night long. He suppressed the desire to vomit with supreme perseverance, and the harassment of the last wave of mosquitoes in late autumn was simply endless. Combined with the sweet snores of the two rough guys next to him, he made
Kazuyo Sorayama never dared to touch his beloved sword, Captain Hikaru, for fear that at some point he would suddenly lose his patience and draw his sword to kill these noisy creatures.
Compared with here, the cramped second-class cabin floating on the ocean seems to be an unreachable paradise. What's even worse is that this is clearly not a metaphor, but a reality that cannot be clearer.
The young samurai Shimizu tiptoed to Sorayama Kazuyo, rubbing his hands nervously, as if hesitating on how to wake up the distinguished guest in front of him who was neatly dressed but lying in the hay.
"Are you ready to leave?" Kazuyo Sorayama opened his eyes and slowly straightened his body. His exceptionally dry and hoarse voice made Qing Shui tremble.
"Um...well, senior, didn't you let us be your guides? Is there any place you particularly want to go to, or would you like us to take you around?" Qingshui chuckled, "We have to go to work, and we won't do any work if we go out late.
I can’t find them all, do you plan to come with me, senior?”
Kato pulled Shimizu aside, knelt down in front of Sorayama Kazuyo and said in a sincere tone: "Senior, please think about it carefully. Although I don't know your specific purpose, no matter what it is, live a life like us.
It’s really too bad, ugh…”
Sorayama Kazuyo waved his hand, "No need to say more, I will leave when the time comes. Qingshui said you want to go to work? I want to go with you too, let's go."
"This..." Kato looked at Ichiyo Sorayama for a moment, with a confused look on his face.
Dressed like you, I'm afraid you're more stylish than 90% of the employers in Yokohama. What kind of foreman would dare to hire you? What else is there to do?
Sorayama Ichiyo knew it, took off his coat and coat, and ordered: "Go and find me some clothes that you wear on daily basis. I will give you this set. I think it can help you get more money in exchange."
After listening to this, Qingshui's eyes gleamed. Ignoring Kato's stern warning, he opened up the thatch and took out a shabby little rattan box from the floor. He pulled out a long coat from the inside and held it in front of Kazuyo Sorayama in a very dog-like manner: "
Senior, senior, you are so lucky. This suit belongs to Brother Kato. He has been reluctant to wear it. Although he tore off the Kato family crest, it is still neat and thick, and the fabric is of high quality. I originally planned to do so.
Sold secretly in a few days..."
"Qingshui! You bastard." Kato shouted angrily.
"We are no longer warriors. Instead of keeping it and worrying about being eaten by rats, we should exchange it for some rice!" Qing Shui choked without looking back.
He rubbed his hands hard on his body, picked up the clothes that Kazuyo Sorayama had taken off on the thatch, and carefully removed the thatch on them. At the same time, he stared at Kazuyo Sorayama's pants and leather shoes, with a look that clearly said: Hurry up.
Take it off, take it off quickly!
"Get out!" Sorayama Kazuyo's face tightened, and he pointed to the door and yelled at the two of them softly, but the coldness radiating from his body really made their scalps numb...
outside the house.
Qing Shui rubbed the straw rope to mend a pair of straw sandals that had been mended so many times and had lost their original appearance. He hummed an unknown tune, obviously looking forward to the benefits this valuable set of clothing would bring to them.
Even if he didn't know those exchange channels with good prices, he could clearly estimate the value, which was at least much more than what the two of them had earned through hard work for a year!
Different from the good mood of young people, Kato, who has rich life experience, cannot be optimistic at all.
The troubles that big men encounter are all big troubles, big enough to crush the two of them to pieces. Even if it is true that the senior in the room just wants to let them experience life, this kind of person can really endure it.
Those who can't bear it at all? With that swordsmanship, once he kills people, it's not just a question of one or two.
Kato thought... "If nothing can be done, just run away secretly with Qing Shui..."
Kazuyo Kuyama walked out slowly with his bare feet and a knife, interrupting the two of them from their random thoughts.
In Kazuyo Sorayama's opinion, the advantage of this suit is that it is clean. As for the other things... Kazuyo Sorayama is a little taller than Kato, so it looks very ill-fitting; the original family crest has been patched up,
The good samurai Wufu became nondescript, with neither undergarments nor lining. It could only be worn close to the body, leaving half of the chest exposed, allowing the early morning autumn wind to come in and out.
Now it's on Kazuyo Sorayama. How should I put it? It looks like it was stolen and refitted and used to barely cover the body. If Kazuyo Sorayama and his clothes weren't too clean, no one would object to calling him "untouchable".
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Qingshui coughed twice with his mouth open, suppressed a smile, tied a knot in his straw sandal and handed it to Kazuyo Sorayama, then slipped into the house with a whoosh.
Kato became more and more bitter. He bowed and said to Sorayama Kazuha: "Senior, I have been wronged."
Ichiyo Sorayama walked away without wanting to stay here for a moment. He was afraid, afraid that he would change his ridiculous "warrior training" plan in the next second, kill these two people to silence them, and then go straight to Tokyo to join Fukuzawa and accept the
The generous salary offered by the other party.
"Senior, please stay!" Even though Kato saw that Kazuyo Sorayama's expression was not right, he still bravely stopped Kazuyo Sorayama. Xuxu pointed at the long light in Kazuyo Sorayama's hand and quickly explained: "Senior has not returned overseas for many years, maybe
I don’t know the current situation in Japan. Once the Abandoned Sword Order was issued, the greatest privilege of the samurai has been cut off! Carrying a sword will attract those vicious dogs. Of course, in the southwestern vassals, the Abandoned Sword Order is like waste paper, and you can walk around in the streets at will.
But this is Yokohama...If you don’t have a strong background in the reform government or have deep connections with the police, it’s better not to show off with a real sword.”
Huh? Kazuha Sorayama really didn't consider this issue.
Of course, he is not afraid of being stopped and questioned by the police, but he is not here specifically to overthrow the reform government. On the other side of the ocean, or even in another era, he is already known as the "highest reward in history." This has been experienced many times.
Life has no attraction for Sorayama Kazuyo.
But it is absolutely impossible for him to give up Nagasaki Hikari, and if he cannot have both, he will not hesitate to choose to go to war with the Meiji government.
Kato sighed in his heart, he had encountered too many situations like Sorayama Kazuha! Countless samurai rebelled against the government openly or covertly, which was directly related to this decree.
In Kato's view, even if samurai salaries were stopped and all samurai privileges were reduced, it would not arouse the anger of the entire samurai class.
The sword can be said to be the most important symbol of the warrior and the backbone of the warrior.
Without a salary, you can fill your belly with work, but the backbone that has been taken away cannot be replaced in any way. Kato has been thinking that instead of abolishing the sword, it is better to allow civilians to have the freedom to carry swords, just like civilians after the Restoration.
Can have the same last name.
With such fierce and desperate reform at every turn, it’s no wonder that Katsumoto’s faction and Omura’s faction are scolding each other every day in the newspapers...
Kato shook his head, stopped his increasingly distant thoughts, picked up the thick bamboo pole and handed it to Kazuyo Sorayama: "Senior, I can only use your sword a little."