On the boat, I could only stay in the sweet potato in the four or five days. Even if I rested, I couldn't hold on anymore when I arrived at the lodge. I found a corner of the wall and my clothes to fall asleep. In the early morning, everyone living in the big bunk shop went out to find a job and made a living, and a eldest son actually booked a big room.

I opened my eyes again. It was getting late. The bed in the house was no longer my private room. The room was hot. In midsummer, these ronin still set up a bonfire in the stove in the center of the big room to cook. Generally speaking, it is the most economical and affordable to cook by themselves.

A merchant who was walking around the house saw me wake up and sold my goods to me, 'Hey, do you want four bean buns, the last four. Just one rice and one rice.'

Seeing that the four bean buns were made not much bigger than Tianjin buns, I shook my head. The merchant didn't care and turned to the young wild samurai beside me to sell, "Four bean buns, just one rice, one rice is enough. The last four are there."

The wild samurai subconsciously touched the shriveled food bag, but his eyes were fixed on the bean bag and shook his head sadly.

I saw it and yawned in my eyes and said to the merchant, "I'll ask for all four bronzes."

The merchant who took the four copper coins left happily. I divided the two of them to the wild samurai beside me and said, "Let's eat together."

The young wild warrior took a bean bag in one hand, took a bite, but said, "How can you be so embarrassed?"

‘It’s nothing, warriors should help each other.’ (The original word is that warriors should love each other, it’s too stingy. I can’t say it. Two big men say they love each other, and they hate chills…)

The young wild warrior drank two bean bags, and he still had some unsatisfactory meaning. I looked at the remaining bean bag in my hand and said, "Give it a little cold, my stomach is uncomfortable. I can't eat too much."

This time the young wild samurai really refused, 'No, I'm almost full.' The two refused a few times, but no one ate.

I pulled out my sword and used the blade to divide the bean bag into two halves, 'one person and half.'

After dinner, the young samurai introduced himself, 'Shiga relatives.'

'Heita.' After saying that, I asked casually, 'Isn't the Shiga family a retainer of the Otomo family? Why didn't you become an official in Kyushu and come to Kansai?'

Shiga Kishi sighed, 'Don't mention it, the main reason is that I don't want to be the boy (small surname) of His Highness Otomo. A few days ago, I heard that the famous mountain masters recruited wild samurai, so I went there in great enthusiasm. As a result, when I got there, the quota was already full.'

I comforted me, 'I have also heard of this kind of thing. A friend of mine is also unwilling to be a lie to the family. He gave up the inheritance rights of his family and became an official in another family.' The prototype of this friend is Takenaka Banbingwei. Generally speaking, a little handsome samurai could not escape the end of being a little surname when he was young, but Takenaka himself was very disgusted with the fact that he was betrayal. In this era, the male style of Daimyoshi was extremely popular. In the late Toyotomi Hideyoshi's era, Toyotomi Hideyoshi was only willing to search for beauties, but not the handsome men, and was criticized by a group of top-notch people.

To put it simply, Shiga Renji just doesn't want to be unwilling to be unwritten, but he doesn't know that this world is full of unwritten rules. A star doesn't like a director or a producer and a high-ranking person. He wants to be on camera, become famous, and make money. He just gives you two words, and there is no chance.

‘I won’t talk about this anymore.’ Shiga Kiji turned to my sword, ‘Look at your sword.’ Shiga Kiji took my sword, pulled it out, and praised him, ‘The two high-clip fixed style, Seizuku Masao. A good knife. It’s a pity that it hasn’t been maintained for a long time.’

Shiga Kiji took out the grinding stone powder, cotton paper and knife oil for sharpening, and carefully provided all-round maintenance for my village.

After Shiga Kiji wiped the dry oil with cotton paper, he carefully admired it in the fire, 'Okay, now it is sharper. If you take it on the battlefield, you will definitely make contributions to the ruler of a city and a country.'

‘I’ll give you a good word.’ In fact, although I have fought with this knife for several years, I have never killed anyone with Murama. I am still willing to use an iron cannon to shoot the headshot with a cannon. It’s safe and exciting. ‘Dear, let’s make a trip. What are the plans tomorrow?’ I asked Shiga, who was sleepy on the tatami.

‘Okay.’ Shiga Kishi thought about it for a moment, ‘Plan, go and make two tickets first, save some travel expenses, and then find a place to go to the office.’

Make two votes. Have you really fallen to the point of grabbing a bag? Only two people really can't think of what else can they do.

At noon the next day, Ota River and Mizuki Mountain. Shiga and I hid in the bushes. Shigaki pointed to a group of more than a dozen untidy Chinese rioters outside and said, "This group of people is real robbers and scum. I have been observing for two days. They go to nearby villages to blackmail their property every day. Don't show mercy when you do it later. Cut two at the fastest speed first, and then ask them to hand over half of the tribute."

No, the first vote is to eat black. No, we eat white. We make money by making money by white. Isn’t it considered black eating white?

As Shiga Kishi roared, Shiga Kishi and I raised their swords and came out of the hiding bushes. The bandit facing me was a little panicked, and the bamboo gun in my hand kept trembling in my eyes. I rushed over with a quick step, separated the bamboo gun with the back of the knife, and slashed the bandit's neck with a knife. The bandit could not dodge and was chopped in half by me from my left shoulder to right waist. The village was casting its way, and the stomach of the second bandit was opened.

At this time, Shiga Kiji also solved the two bandits, both of which had their necks cut halfway, and they saw that they were not alive. Shiga Kiji stared at the remaining bandits and shouted, "Get out, don't let me see you again."

In front of the two blood-covered killing gods, the remaining seven or eight bandits were depressed and turned around and ran away.

Only Shiga and I were left to pack up the spoils all over the floor, ‘This is good.’ Shiga picks up a samurai sword and estimates the spoils one by one. ‘Although it is a little worn, it can be sold for 300 cents, and this bamboo gun can be sold for 10 cents. After sending it, it must be a bucket of rice. Heita, pay attention next time, and look, the clothes of the two people you killed are torn and can't be sold even if they are washed.’

‘Hey, hey, I want me to say these four are more than 300 kilograms. Are you considering how to spend it when you send a butcher shop to exchange for two dollars?’

‘If it were winter, I would definitely send it there, but it was summer and it smelled bad before I dragged it back. Otherwise, we would pick up a fatter one and drag one of our thighs back together.’

Oh my God, he really defeated.

In the end, I didn't drag my thighs. The spoils: five bamboo spears, two samurai swords, a bucket of rice, a live chicken, one hundred and fifty-seven Yongle copper coins, a wooden ball bow, and half a pot of arrow branches.
Chapter completed!