Although Zhang Zhongjun was not familiar with Kyoto, he just stood in confusion for a while at the entrance of Kyoto Road, which was 20 meters wide and had an unknown length of many kilometers, and immediately a guy with a quick movement and a slippery tongue came up.

Before Zhang Zhongjun's bean soldiers stepped forward to warn, these guys who came up stood a meter away very consciously, and then, as if they had already agreed, they took turns to introduce their identities to Zhang Zhongjun in order.

Zhang Zhongjun Yang Yangmei, because these guys are all guides, specializing in serving outsiders who have just arrived in Kyoto. However, if you look at this huge Kyoto, I don't think you are particularly proficient in it, and even if the natives of Kyoto want to do anything, I am afraid that they will have to ask these guides for help. After all, when the city is too big, many people live in only one acre and a third of the land in that corner of their home all their lives.

Such people, not to mention that they are indigenous people who have lived in Kyoto for dozens of generations, but in reality, they are not much more familiar with Kyoto than outsiders, and compared with outsiders, they live in a part of Kyoto, and their relatives and friends are all in Kyoto.

Among so many people, Zhang Zhongjun chose a guide who looked particularly shrewd, and the qi cloud above his head was actually pale red.

Before, Zhang Zhongjun thought that the qi clouds he could see were only gray-white and black, and it was very gray-white mixed with black lines or black spots, but he didn't expect to step into the Kyoto realm, and a random guide actually saw that the qi clouds were white and red.

Zhang Zhongjun thought he knew a lot about this qi cloud, because it was just the color of the rainbow, which was divided like this during the Great Chen Dynasty, but unfortunately when he was weak, he could still see the luck of all things, and after his strength was improved, this ability was the same as disappearing.

But it seems that the colors of luck in this big world are different, the front side is gray, white, red, yellow, cyan, and purple in order of rank, and the reverse side is naturally black.

Along the way, Zhang Zhongjun looked at the top of people's heads all the way, and saw black luck, so don't say it, as long as the other party is not awesome, he will naturally rush up with four bean soldiers to kill them, in exchange for contribution points to this world.

It's just that along the way, all I saw was the gray luck of the ordinary people, and the gray and white were all organized people behind them. It's those miscellaneous soldiers, etc.

And there are some positions of the head of the army, as well as the low-level samurai with the status of a samurai, which is pure white. Then there are the low-level samurai with retainers, who are already white and red. As for the above, it is estimated that Zhang Zhongjun is unlucky or something, anyway, I haven't seen it.

But if you think about it, the high-level samurai should be red, right? Then, according to the size of the territory and the number of samurai in the territory, it will be red and yellow, or pure yellow, and a little more yellow and green. And I'm afraid that the people of the world are purple luck.

And this guide is a mixture of white and red, so it means that the identity of the other party is far higher than that of a low-level samurai!

Such a person actually came to be a guide?

Zhang Zhongjun blinked his eyes, and then deliberately looked at the guide who looked at him very respectfully and asked, "Your Excellency, looking at your demeanor, you don't seem to be an ordinary person, right?"

The guide was stunned for a moment, and then said with a bitter smile: "The guest has good eyesight, and Jingqing Kikushiro is a descendant of Jingqing Gongqing's family. Speaking of this, he immediately smiled again, nodded and asked: "I don't know what the guests need to consult?" There are many matters in the martial arts family's mind, and the guests only need the price of 1 yuan a day, and they will definitely say everything!"

Zhang Zhongjun blinked his eyes, he didn't know who Gongqing was at all, but those who could be called Gongqing were all third-grade official positions, and the guys he meowed to be called Gongqing were all hereditary!

After all, Zhang Zhongjun already knows that the royal family and ministers in this world are extremely proud, no matter how poor they are, they are willing to sell calligraphy and paintings, they are willing to run all over the world to be a guest to eat free meals, they are willing to run around the world as a diplomatic envoy, and they would rather starve to death than work as a guide!

However, thinking that this product is an indigenous, or an indigenous with an identity, it is the guide he needs, so he motioned to the bean soldier behind him, took the usual money that the bean soldier took out of his backpack and threw it over, and said with a smile: "Then I will hire you, you can lead me to an interesting place to shop, and tell me about this martial arts family." ”

Well, this money was seized by Zhang Zhongjun to extinguish those grievances, and he didn't care about the money at all, so he couldn't help but buy it from the exchange with divine coins.

That Jingqing Kikushiro caught the heavy copper coin, wiped it with his hand, his face showed a bright smile, while hanging the copper coin around his neck and covering it with his clothes, he led Zhang Zhongjun forward, and said: "The guest wants to know about the affairs of the martial family, there are many things in the martial family, I will first talk about the level of the samurai in the martial arts, this should be the most attractive." ”

Zhang Zhongjun nodded, that's right, this is indeed the most attractive, who let this be a world with samurai as the protagonist?

It's just that Zhang Zhongjun listened to Jing Qing Jushiro's narration, and couldn't help blinking his eyes, feeling that the samurai hierarchy in this world is really messy!

The armed forces of the samurai, the lowest level are the peasant soldiers, and the personnel who serve are the men outside the establishment who can take up arms and fight in the sphere of influence.

Yes, not only the farmer, but also the man, the craftsman, the merchant, the unemployed, and so on. However, it was later discovered that craftsmen and merchants could not make as much money as they did to fight for the samurai, and the samurai naturally limited this recruitment to farmers and unemployed people.

After all, the peasants only need to work when they are busy with farming, and they are usually idle in the village, so it is better to forcibly recruit them to fight than they have nothing to do.

Of course, because these peasant soldiers brought their own dry food and weapons, their combat time could only be agricultural slack time, and the combat range could not be hundreds of miles away from their hometowns.

There is also a busy agricultural moment, even if the samurai force them, these peasant soldiers will automatically disband and return to their hometowns to farm. Because they need to get the food their families need to survive for the coming year from their farmland.

Unless the samurai were lavishly rewarded and given enough food for them to eat for a year, this kind of self-dissolution could not be avoided. But the number of peasants and soldiers is really vast, and if they are given so much grain, no matter how big the samurai is, they will go bankrupt. However, if it is only given to some people, it will cause trouble because of uneven distribution.

Because of these, the samurai generally only recruited peasant soldiers from border villages and towns to carry out border battles, and if they wanted to go on expeditions, they had to rely on standing soldiers. Although there are many troubles, it is very convenient when guarding, and a single order can be made for each village and township to gather a group of peasant soldiers to guard.