"I heard you're from Shikoku? I don't know what the rumors are saying...... How many percent are true? ”

"I'm from Iyo, not from Awa Sanuki, but I've seen some situations, and it's hard to say how true or false it is, anyway, it's really a river of blood. Now that the Heite family is walking in the township, there is no half of the land snake who dares to come out and fight against it, but it is worth worrying that many people with blood feuds have become thieves. ”

"Then now, the people should hate the flat family......

"I guess so, but the most hated Kawada was transferred back, and there was a man named Asano, who is said to be more gentle, and the masters of the Ichijang Sect and the Shingon Sect helped to appease him, so it doesn't seem to be a large-scale civil uprising or something."

"I heard that when Kawada was in office, he did have two soil strikes, but he was quickly extinguished without the support of monks, merchants, and the like. Some villages, that's the whole thing that has been uprooted......"

"So I said, it's all a matter of physique, and it's always the fart people who suffer in the end, isn't it worth causing us all to ponder?"

"Ahem......"

"Ahh......hh

"Guys, I just went to the West Country last month, or I'll tell you about it - Asai fought all the enemies to take Tajima, Maori was smart and lost six counties, and Ukita sat to collect fishing profits and prepare for it, how is the story?"

"How interesting is the story of a thousand miles away? Or I'll come, anyway, I was recuperating in the Omi Mountains at the beginning of the year, and guess who I met? Mino Kirin Takenaka Hanbei! It's a pity that he became a sick ghost at such a young age......"

"You're not that good either! Get out of the way, I'm the biggest news worth mentioning! I'll tell you, just about twenty days ago, Takeda and Uesugi were at war in Kita-Shinano again! ”

"Huh? Is it still on Kawanaka Island? ”

"Indeed, indeed you are the most worthy of mention!"

"Hurry up, I'll ask for three more bottles of wine!"

……

About 150 steps away from the west gate exit of Sokokuji Temple in Kyoto, there is a 100-foot courtyard with a courtyard and a storey room. Because the shopkeeper sent his two daughters to the temple dignitaries to learn Buddhism, and never forgot to pay tribute to the wise and virtuous people who regarded wealth as floating clouds, he was able to make the monks and soldiers protect the law and order from the attacks of small thieves; There were also high-ranking people who spoke in front of the priests, and turned a blind eye to the fact that the maids in the shops were "voluntarily" served, and the tariffs on food and wine supplies.

There are even some young monks who are still shallow in their cultivation and lack of Buddha nature, and for some reason, they have smashed other nearby houses, liquor houses, casinos, whale houses, and even Kabuki huts and other entertainment venues to drive away. Of course, reasonable people know that this must be the personal behavior of a handful of evil monks, and it can never be the official instruction of the Sankokuji sect of the Rinzai sect.

Although the victims deserve sympathy, some victims spread rumors, slander and slander, saying that "when the monk sleeps, the woman takes the money and helps others", this is self-inflicted humiliation.

With such a complex background, the owner still does not increase the price much, and the service attitude is still good, so the business of this accommodation house is impossible to be bad.

Merchants and travelers from all over the world, some of whom were not talkative people in their hometowns, but once they arrived in Kyoto, they poured two mouthfuls of yellow soup into it, and they were inevitably infected by the atmosphere, blowing some imaginative and mirage cowhides.

As soon as he finished saying, "My seventh uncle and his third niece worked as a servant in Yamashiro-gun, Yoshida-gun, the Maori family, and specialized in washing the belts of the lady and miss," and the one was about to say, "My cousin-in-law's hair is a guard at Gifu Castle of the Oda family, and he stands guard at the gate of Ninomaru all day long with a spear."

In short, the antelope has no horns.

However, in Kyoto, people are very conscious and sensitive.

In the midst of the heated conversation that day, a group of samurai masters wearing armor and swords suddenly pushed the door impatiently, and the discussion of the drinkers stopped abruptly, and they all focused on the contents of the cups and plates, or lay down on the table and fell to the ground to rest.

Those samurai unabashedly carried the aura of "the comer is not good", came in without saying a word, only looked around coldly with expressionless faces, and then stood still and waited for the leader to speak.

Many of them had family crests on their bodies, and their identities were not difficult to identify, but everyone in the hall sensed the tension in the air and did not dare to stare at them, for fear of annoying the evil star and causing unwarranted disasters.

The shopkeeper, who was originally holding a teacup and squinting and resting, quickly and quietly pinched a little gold and silver in his hand, ran out in three steps and two steps, bent down with all his might, lowered his head to the height of people's crotches, and said with a smile carefully: "A few old men look familiar, they are the nobles of the shogunate, right?" Why do you have time to come to this small shop today? Would you like to give a look and try my pastry made with new wheat? It's not that I'm boasting, that's really good, the two masters of Xiangguo Temple, Zonglin and Zongen, have been full of praise, and told me to send them three times a month......"

Although this style is flattering, it is not humble, and instead of kneeling down to greet him, he vaguely mentions the close relationship between his shop and Xiangguoji Temple, indicating that the owner is not really afraid of ordinary lower-class samurai. The posture is so low, it is purely a muffled voice to make a fortune, and more things are better than less things.

But he didn't want to, the middle-aged warrior who led the team still had a cold face, didn't make any moves, and even the little bit of gold and silver was faintly glanced at and didn't take it, only said that the shopkeeper looked up and down, snorted, and said angrily: "It's good to know where we come from!" The shogunate wants to do something around here, and no matter what sound you hear later, it's best not to come out to see the excitement, lock the door honestly, and stay in the room! Otherwise, if you are treated as a fellow thief and hacked to death, don't blame me for not reminding me! ”

As soon as these words came out, the shopkeeper was dumbfounded, his wrist flicked, and the fine gold and silver fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and he didn't care about picking it up.

Over the past few decades, several coups in Kyoto have been bloody, and there are many people who have been killed among the ministers, and countless high-ranking officials of the shogunate have died, but Dashokokuji Temple, as one of the main mountains of the Rinzai sect, has never had a problem.

Someone is doing it here today.,This is probably a level of surprise that Sasa Seimasa set fire to Mt. Hiei and Matsunaga Shu burned down Daito Temple.。

In general, the common people in the area would seek refuge from the daimyo when they saw a strongman in rebellion, and they would be worried about the fall of the daimyo. In the region, there was no strong daimyo for a long time, and the people relied on temples and shrines to keep them safe. If the temple collapses and there is no substitute, it will simply mean the end of the old order.

……

Unfortunately, it doesn't matter what the owners and travelers think.

Faced with a heavily armed samurai army, they could only hold their heads honestly, lock their doors and windows and tremble, praying that the coming chaos would not affect them.

Of course, the merchants will hire "heart sticks", and even wield knives and guns themselves, but no one dares to confront the samurai masters who are fully armored, armed with large guns and famous swords.

This is not the evil party of the ronin in the countryside who uses a wild sword, combs his hair in a messy bun, and calls himself a samurai to cheat and cheat to eat and drink, but a real shogunate flagbook.

After a short while, I could only hear the sound of human voices and footsteps outside the window and door, and when I had the courage to take a look, I saw that there were many officers and soldiers wearing standing pockets and full feet coming and going, blocking the streets on all sides, and the total number of people was afraid to be hundreds or thousands.

After a while, I suddenly heard the scolding of "what to see", and then there was a crisp sound and a scream, and a wisp of bright red liquid splashed onto the window edge of the hall of the dormitory, so frightened that the people inside did not dare to come out.

It seems that there is a stunned young man who is not afraid of dying to watch the excitement, and he will give the Fa on the spot!

At this time, it was only half a cup of tea before the arrival of the samurai, but everyone felt frightened, and they only regretted why they came to Kyoto to do business at this time.

No one had the heart to brag anymore, and they didn't even dare to speak. There was an embarrassing atmosphere in the room. The people who were competing for the limelight just now are eager to become transparent.

People don't know what's going on outside, they don't know if they'll be implicated, and they don't know when it's going to end.

After a long time of such depression - maybe only for a moment, but it feels like a long time - there is finally a sound worth mentioning.

Someone shouted outside the door:

"Kill the Owari rebel party who deceived the princess!"

Then the warriors shouted in unison:

"Kill the Owari rebels!"

Then there was a violent and chaotic sound of running, metal clashing, shouting of killing, and strange shouting, sometimes from outside. Seeing that there are already dead people in the fight between the two factions,

Passengers, who had nothing to do with Owari, breathed a sigh of relief and buried their heads more carefully and kept their ears out of the window.

A small number of businessmen whose ancestral home is Owari or who have opened a shop in Owari or who have important cooperation with the people of Owari will inevitably turn pale and have the courage to quietly visit outside.

Then there seemed to be a battle between the two forces, and the sounds of swords clashing against each other, swords into flesh, and screams of pain began to grow.

A moment later, everyone in the store heard a deafening, rugged and heroic super loud voice, as if a loud voice had come to the door:

"Haha, I didn't expect Fujiyoshiro to find out the real information! Hey, just a weak soldier in Kyoto, there is a time when he has the courage to fight, or if he dies in the hands of my Shibata Katsuya, he is worthy of being a man, and when he goes to Huangquan, he can also be said to be worthy of the little thing under his navel! Haha, let's kill them with me, let this group of cultural people in Kyoto see how powerful our country samurai are! ”

Then, more footsteps, louder shouts appeared, although I couldn't see it—in fact, I didn't dare to see it, but when I heard it with my ears, I could vaguely feel that the number of people was not necessarily greater than that of the team in front, but the momentum was definitely stronger than that of the team in front.

An Owari merchant who was lying under the table suddenly whispered to himself in surprise: "I know, this is the hero of our Owari Kunishita Township, Lord Shibata!" ”