"Okay, they're all seven-foot men, and it's really ugly to look like this. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info" Yingluo laughed and said, "We are not bad people, and your hard work has gained more than gratitude. Let's go, the banquet is ready, just waiting for you to be seated!"

Banquet?

Seems to be pretty good.

I don't know when, those who are disabled have already set up tables and chairs, prepared meals, and saw Yingluo leading them over, and they all cheered in unison.

They were a little flattered, and most of the momentum in the past was due to the situation of coming to beat them.

"Where's the wine, where's the wine?" shouted Yingluo.

"It's coming, it's coming!" a man came over with a jar of wine, poured a bowl for each of them, and then said proudly, "This is my own wine, and I will wait for this day." ”

"Really, that's going to have to be a few more bowls!" Yingluo said to everyone, "Come on, come on, let's do this bowl of wine together!"

"!"

The crowd drank it all, and then they all applauded loudly.

These samurai were people who were used to drinking good wine, and they would not have drunk such a cloudy wine for nothing. But I didn't expect to take a sip, but it had a different taste, and it was not much different from those expensive wines.

"Wine is just such a thing, it's never the taste that makes people addicted, it's the feeling when you drink it!" said Yingluo, as if he saw their doubts. She relayed what Hiko said: "The cherry blossoms in spring, the stars in summer, the full moon in autumn, and the snowflakes in winter, just by enjoying these beautiful scenery, the sake is already quite delicious." What's more, although this wine is thin, it contains sincere gratitude, where is the reason why it is not delicious. ”

When the warriors heard this, they were quite emotional and nodded their heads again and again.

Yingluo raised his wine glass and said to everyone: "Come, drink with the autumn moon, everyone drink another glass!"

"Oh!"

As the bowl dipped dry, she wiped her sleeve to her lips and said loudly, "Then, the celebration for the new home begins!"

"Oh, oh, oh!"

The crowd cheered, shouted, and vented, they had come out of their suffering, and what awaited them next would be a bright future!

Several small carts were pushed out of the stalls, most of which sold simple snacks, and Mr. Kinoshita's candy man stall was also among them, and he didn't waste any time in the past two months, and he could pinch out lifelike candy figures with just one hand.

How much bitterness has been suffered behind the scenes, how much sweetness has become now.

Yingluo glanced at it and shifted his target. She's not a child, so she's not interested in sugar men or anything. She came to the front of a stall in three or two steps, and said to the stall owner's aunt: "I want three strings of balls, one red and two white!"

"Okay, I'll be here soon!" The eldest lady is also full of energy.

Yingluo saw a samurai standing next to him who had been captured as a coolie, and he didn't know what his name was. She paused and asked, "Did you come first?"

The warrior was a little embarrassed, and waved his hand again and again: "No, it's not ...... It's okay......"

"If you cut the line, you can say it boldly, and I am not an unreasonable person. Yingluo still thought that she might have cut the queue carelessly, so she hurriedly said: "Auntie, give it to him first, it's okay if I wait." ”

The eldest lady was also quite embarrassed, and glanced at the warrior with some fear and said, "He really didn't ask for anything, he just kept standing here and watching...... The samurai master is noble, so he probably wouldn't eat such crude food. ”

Ying Luo raised his eyebrows, why is this, it's obviously delicious!

Also, how can eating be related to identity?

But before she could come up with a clue, the warrior blushed and said, "No, it's not!"

His voice was very loud, and in an instant, it attracted the attention of the people next to him, and they all looked at him.

So he was even more embarrassed, and it became difficult to ride a tiger, and in the end he could only confide in the truth: "Actually...... In fact, when I was a child, my mother used to take me out on the street, and at that time, I couldn't walk the road when I saw the sale of meatballs, and I had to eat enough. But then I grew up and didn't eat much, so I ......"

"So you're being aroused again, aren't you? If you want to eat it, you're embarrassed to open your mouth, right?" Yingluo's balls were ready, and she handed the samurai a string: "No, I invited you!"

The samurai took it nervously, took one under Yingluo's encouraging gaze, chewed it twice and swallowed it into his stomach.

"How's it taste?" asked Yingluo curiously.

The samurai turned his head, and before he could speak, tears began to flow down his face.

Yingluo was startled, why did you eat a ball and cry?

The eldest lady was even more panicked, and kept saying: "It shouldn't be, I've tasted a few after it's done, and the taste is fine!"

The warrior hurriedly wiped his tears and explained, "No, no, no, it's not because it tastes bad, but because it's so delicious!"

"Too ...... It's so delicious?"

The samurai looked at the balls in his hand and smiled happily: "The taste of this balls is exactly the same as when I was a child, why did I give up such a delicacy before?"

Probably because I don't know what to call vanity.

Maruko is nothing more than food for the common people, and it doesn't match his status as a samurai.

It is not childhood that is lost, but innocence.

But at this moment, he found himself again.

The samurai ate the remaining two balls in two bites, and then said to the eldest lady, "Bring me ten more strings...... No, twenty strings! I'm going to make up for everything I left behind!"

"Okay, let's come!" Seeing that the business was good, the eldest lady was also smiling.

"Eiroku-sama, can I bring my wife and children with me?" the samurai said suddenly.

What the hell is this person? Is it wrong for this person to be so excited?

Yingluo thought in wonder and asked, "Would you like to let them come?"

"Yes!" replied the samurai without hesitation, "I want my children to taste the delicacies of my childhood." ”

Passing on good things to the next generation?

"Heh!" Yingluo smiled: "You are such a good father!

"Yes!"

The samurai hurried out, was questioned by a few of his peers, told him what was going on, and then everyone unanimously decided to bring their families in.

Joy needs to be shared.

The so-called tradition is passed down from generation to generation by means of happiness.

The late autumn night came very early, but fortunately, the bright moon was in the sky, illuminating the earth.

In the place that had been burned by the fire, the flames burned again.

People sang and danced around the huge bonfire, and although their homes were destroyed by the flames, they were not afraid. Because today's fire is so warm.

Here, samurai and merchants sit shoulder to shoulder, and expensive sake clinks glasses with inferior cloudy sake, and the liquor is mixed up so that it is impossible to distinguish from the other.

The little master with fine skin and tender meat got together with the stubborn farmer, and the white steamed buns and black steamed buns were exchanged with each other, only to find that each had its own deliciousness.

Nothing is absolute.

Kenshin wants to use swordsmanship to cut out a new era.

Bigu always believed that swordsmanship was used to kill.

Although Kamiya Koshiro practiced swordsmanship, he created the "Living Sword" and took not killing as the path.

Isamu Kondo gathered several peerless swordsmen and established the Shinsengumi in order to find a way out and gain attention and status.

Udo Blade Guard and Uonuma Usui, swordsmanship is just a tool for begging for food for them.

Xiangle always has the world in mind, although he practices swords, he only uses it as a means to strengthen his body.

Zhi Zhixiong is really a battle maniac, but he has a lot of ambitions, and no one knows what the future holds.

That's why everyone has their own reason to swing their swords at the end of the Bakugawa era.

True or False?

Yingluo never thinks about this, because some things would come to the opposite conclusion if you look at them from a different perspective.

Perhaps, from the beginning of the time when we had to distinguish between right and wrong, we were already wrong, right?

If her inhuman body is the welfare of crossing, there is no limit to the physical body...... Then this transcends the vision of right and wrong, and makes the mind have no limits.

I'm going to help protect the things that I think are good, but if I can't see them, then I'm not going to do it. Since there is no fate, there is nothing to be done.

She was never a savior, but she just happened to be there and helped a lot of people.

Yingluo looked at everything in front of him and took a big sip of wine: "Isn't it beautiful now?"

What a sight.

It's kind of a thank you gift she made before.

"It's snowing!"

I don't know which child screamed, and everyone looked up, and sure enough, the snowflakes were slowly falling from the sky.

The dark night and white snow, against the backdrop of the bright moon, look so poetic.

Yingluo's gourd was filled with wine, and she walked casually as usual, and everyone thought she was going somewhere, but they didn't know that her destination was no longer Kyoto.

Now that this place is complete, what is there to do?

Happiness is good, but it's all someone else's.

She also wants her own happiness.

That place, if I'm not mistaken, it's called Otsu, right?

On my own foot, it will take me about two or three days.

I don't know how Kenshin's nine-headed dragon flash practiced.

Xiao Xun has not thought about himself, he hasn't seen him for more than half a year, shouldn't he not know himself?

Ba's words, this time let her make pot rice for me to eat, and I drool when I think about it.

Yingluo couldn't help laughing.

This time, let's go back with Kenshin.

No matter what, they are all married people, and they always have to take their daughter-in-law back to Bigu to see.

As for what happens after that...... Yingluo shook his head, the obedient little ghost head back then is now someone else's husband, so let him go.

The so-called everyone has their own aspirations, and this is the case.

The most important thing is that family members can't always be awkward.

Kenshin and Bigu, obviously worried about each other in their hearts, but they refused to speak first, a typical example of dying to save face and suffer crimes, a pair of big fools!

Still, it's cute.

Yingluo once again has a new goal.

Take Kenshin, Ba, and Kaoru back together, and when the time comes, the wine will be paired with the food made by Ba, and it will definitely feel good.

It's simple, but that's her happiness.

Happiness is happiness, and it has nothing to do with whether it is great or not.