Yingluo carried a flat pole, and the boxes hanging at both ends contained pottery. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info She walks like the wind, but her shoulders do not fluctuate, she does not need to hold her hands, and the goods are like the moon in the water, flat and stable.

This is cultivation, probably like the glass of water on Fujiwara Takukai's car.

It is the cultivation of one's own control.

Yingluo is also aware of his powerful talent, perhaps the unique golden finger of the traverser.

Fortunately, it is not a cliché system, and I am inexplicably relieved.

The village has arrived.

"Yo, Miss Yingluo, have you brought porcelain again?" the merchant greeted.

Although there are always cracks in Biko's porcelain, it is surprisingly strong, and it is quite popular for that.

"The cracks in the pottery are a sign of the world!" said Biko.

Yingluo said he didn't believe it at all.

"Well, it's still the old price. ”

Not far away, there was the sound of chanting, a tall and thin monk was turning his fate to people, but unfortunately the villagers were surprisingly indifferent, with numb expressions on their faces, waving their hands to refuse, as if driving away annoying flies.

The monk was not angry, and even though he didn't get a penny, he still smiled and recited the scriptures for the villagers to bless the peace.

Extravagant beliefs are out of step with this era.

If you can't eat enough, where can you help others?

Monks understand people's suffering.

"Clank. ”

A few copper coins fell into the worn porcelain bowl in his hand with a crisp sound.

The monk looked up, and it was a young girl with a bright smile.

"Thank you, Miss Yingluo, the Buddha will bless you. ”

Yingluo asked evilly, "If I don't give money, won't the Buddha protect me?"

"This ......" the monk was speechless for a while, not knowing how to answer.

"Haha!" the girl was amused, bullying honest people can really be addictive.

The monk was too tall, and she stood on tiptoe to pat the other party's shoulder: "It's just a joke, don't be angry, An Ci." ”

The name of this monk, who lived in a temple on the mountainside not far away. I heard that the other monks had run away because they had no food to eat, and he was the only one who was still serving the Buddha and adopting several homeless orphans.

Therefore, Yingluo will give some copper coins every time he meets him.

Compared with the so-called high monks in the previous life, this embarrassed monk is like a Buddha walking in the world.

Monk An Ci shook his head, indicating that he was not angry, and then recited the blessing scripture for Yingluo.

It's the only reward he can give.

Although he didn't understand, Yingluo listened very seriously.

In the scriptures recited by the other party, there is a certain feeling that cannot be expressed in words, nourishing her heart.

Then, the little monk took his leave. Monk An Ci folded his hands and bowed. Just as he was leaving, several men came from the village, with long swords pinned to their waists.

They took the rice balls from the stalls at random, ate a bite and threw them on the ground, and did not pay.

The stall owner dared to be angry and didn't dare to speak, and he was still accompanied by a smiling face, and the others still looked numb, and they didn't even dare to look at this side, like frightened ostriches.

Monk An Ci went up to dissuade him, but he was punched to the ground, the corners of his mouth were broken, and blood dripped on the ground.

"Bastard, uncle, I have fought for my life for you untouchables, what's wrong with eating something from you, it's your honor! Fellows who don't have the slightest sense of gratitude are all bastards!" they said, kicking over the stall, and the hot rice balls rolled everywhere, stained with dirt, and dyed the white grains of rice gray.

The stall owner knelt on the ground and kowtowed desperately to the vandals, but his resentful eyes were left to the protectors who spoke up for him.

"Hey, you're a monk. A man trampled An Ci under his feet, frowned and said: "Obviously, the country is in dire straits, but you are hiding in the mountains to enjoy leisure, it is really infuriating!" As he was speaking, he saw the copper coin in the bowl, and his greedy eyes flashed: "Hey, hey, how can the people's hard-earned money be cheated away by you, a stinky monk, it should be handed over to us to use, this is for the sake of righteousness, in order to establish a new era!"

Monk An Ci clenched his fists and ...... Loosen it again.

The men took the copper coins, laughed and walked away, vaguely hearing them discussing the girl in the tavern.

"It's okay. Ying Luo went over and helped An Ci up.

"I'm sorry. Monk An Ci was full of apologies: "I lost the reward you gave the girl." ”

"Don't care...... Yingluo waved his hand, and then asked suspiciously: "Why don't you make a move, they are not your opponents, right?"

Changshan Anci is not only an ordinary monk, but also a warrior monk. In order to save rations for those orphans, he was originally burly and thin.

Yingluo has fought with him twice, although the other party does not know swordsmanship, but his fist and foot skills are very exquisite, and it is not a problem to deal with the few 'swordsmen' who have a false appearance just now.

"They are people of the Restoration. Monk An Ci said briefly: "It may be the hope of this era, but it may not be. ”

"Restoration?" Ying Luo was stunned.

With the Black Ship Incident, the Western powers opened the door to Japan and forcibly signed a trade agreement. The shogunate's weakness to foreign clans made the people of the country dissatisfied, and many samurai classes raised the banner of respecting the king and vigorously carried out the revolution. The so-called reformers are probably the underground party in Japan.

But shouldn't the underground party be sneaky and make big news, right?

What's the deal with eating and drinking in the tone of a life-saver?

Monk An Ci patted the dust on his body, saluted, and turned to leave.

Yingluo shouted to him: "Monk, wait, I still have a few money here......"

"Thank you very much, Miss Yingluo, but no. Monk An Ci clasped his hands together, and although he smiled, there was a hint of worry on his face: "I can't hide it, this money ...... Too little. ”

"Yes...... What about the children?" a monk is not a greedy person for money, and he rarely makes a fortune. Most of the need for money is also for the orphans he adopted.

Sure enough, the monk nodded.

"Now that autumn is in the autumn and the weather is getting cooler, I want to buy some warm clothes for the children. ”

Well, that's a lot needed.

Seeing Yingluo's gloomy face, Monk An Ci comforted him instead: "Don't worry, I'll go to the city to try, there are many people there, there will always be a way." ”

Yingluo was silent for a moment, and untied the money bag from his waist, which contained the money obtained from the sale of porcelain.

She threw the money bag to the monk, and the other party was startled and hurriedly caught it.

"This money should be enough, the city is too far away, and the children still need you to take care of them. Yingluo turned and ran.

Monk An Ci shouted from behind: "Yingluo girl, Yingluo girl......"

But she ran faster and faster, and disappeared in three or two clicks.

……

In front of the men stood a masked girl.

"Hey, little girl, is there anything you're looking for us?" the man let out a flirtatious laugh.

The masked girl broke off a branch and walked towards them, like a fairy in the forest, bringing a gust of wind......

"Hey, that's all, I'm afraid you're going far, so I'm still in a hurry. ”

She glanced at the unconscious man on the ground with disdain, and pouted her lips very unladylikely.

……

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I've been delayed by some trivial things, so you're in a hurry. ”

The bright moon had already risen above the treetops, and Eiroku returned to his residence on the mountain, and as soon as he entered the house, he apologized to Higu and Kenshin.

Kenshin smiled and said, "It's good to come back", and obediently stepped forward to take down the items that Yingluo had purchased.

But Bigu glanced at the wine bottle he brought back, and asked with a dark face, "Why are there only three bottles of wine?"

What an old fox!

Yingluo complained in his heart, but said with an expression of "it's all your fault" on his face: "Didn't I tell you a long time ago? The porcelain you burned is so bad that no one wants to buy it, so you can only sell it at a low price." Luckily, I'm a good talker, and I can sell it for this price. ”

Higu's face twitched, and he said with some disbelief: "The last time I saw Mr. Tamoto, he also said that my porcelain is very good. ”

"How long ago was the last time?"

"Spring. ”

"Please, it's autumn now, can the things of half a year ago be compared with now?" Ying Luo said righteously: "I said before that your porcelain response is not good? Every time I bring back less and less money, right? Really, it's your porcelain problem, I don't lie to you!"

Bigu thought about it and seemed to ...... There is no way to refute it.

Yingluo breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. Bigu has been letting her run errands to sell goods, so it makes sense for her to deduct some of them as wages. Besides, as a man, what's wrong with saving private money!

At first, it only took one percent, and then it developed to three percent or even fifty percent, and this time it was as high as seventy percent.

It's not me who is wrong, it's the world that's right!

Yingluo pulled Bigu with one hand and Kenshin with the other, and shouted happily: "What are you waiting for, come, the banquet is about to begin!"

It was the last night the trio were together.