Although Zhangzhou is generally not in a key position such as a military town, bloody conflicts are still indispensable in the country.

The reason for the constant incidents is simple - when you gather a large number of young and vigorous samurai children in the same place, and give them women and wine, jealousy and brawls become commonplace.

Although it is not uncommon for people to occasionally become too serious and die, the small-scale bloodshed caused by the jealousy of young men compared to war seems to Xinjing to be nothing more than a premature fight.

As long as it doesn't make trouble to the extent that the entire territory falls into chaos and the people are miserable, it is not worth mentioning in the eyes of the superiors in Xinjing. Although these samurai children are all nobles in the eyes of the common people, the most valuable in this day and age are the young samurai children.

Originally, the samurai class was a military aristocracy, and in order to maintain their combat effectiveness, they took out production and did not engage in agriculture or business, and devoted themselves to sharpening their swords. But if it is peaceful today, there is no place for soldiers. Not to mention the limited civil official positions, they are basically occupied by the Chinese who occupy important positions, and unless they are relatives who are involved with the top Chinese, there is almost no chance of being appointed by Xinjing.

In addition, the samurai were too preoccupied with personal honor, lacking concept in many things other than wielding swords, and most of them could not even cook and manage their territory. Therefore, there is even a saying that "even scholars are more useful than them".

It doesn't matter how you die, but if you use such a statement, it would be as if Shinkyo had a special discrimination against the samurai class. But this is clearly not the case.

The state just doesn't care.

This is a cultural atmosphere unique to the country of the moon that has been plagued by disasters for a long time, and there is no distinction between the untouchables and nobles in the face of natural and man-made disasters, and they are only one of the casualties caused by disasters. No matter how unique an individual may be in his own mind or in the eyes of his or her relatives and friends around him, if he dies because of bloodshed in the streets, or when his exposed belongings are robbed and killed, the historian will only write in his notebook with a straight face: "In a certain year, in a certain month, in such and such a place, the number of deaths in such and such a place."

Human beings are emotional creatures, and once they have an intersection, they will feel sorry when the lives of others have passed.

This outpouring of emotions at the individual level is what the Lamanites criticized as the so-called "narrow personal pattern of the Japanese warriors" - because the rulers of the state and the collective cannot limit their vision to a narrow level like this, they need to look further and see everything in a larger way.

Regardless, when Narumi and the others were unmistakably sad, it was still a scene that seemed quite human to Henry and the others.

The seriously injured ashigaru did not survive in the end. Hit by a hardwood blunt object by a strong oni, one of them suffered severe lung injuries and finally suffocated to death in his own blood at dawn after a day of survival. The other died of a high fever caused by a fracture and died in the night.

The only man who survived broke his right arm and legs, and even if he survived, he could no longer fight or work. At his request, Narumi finally asked the pharmacist to concoct a poison that would euthanize him.

"Please settle your family. The strong smell of herbs mixed with the familiar requiem scent, and Ashigaru, who was only about 30 years old, and his pale face went away with a peaceful face after receiving Narumi's reply.

The pharmacists of the medical hall looked at this group in silence, bloodshed and conflict were common in places like Ziyun, where a large number of young and vigorous warriors gathered, so there was no lack of experience in dealing with the seriously injured and even the dead, so they showed calmness and restraint throughout the whole process.

It's just that although the samurai who are addicted to wine in Zhangzhou may not be able to see it, the veteran doctors can identify the uniqueness of this line of people from the details.

Looking at the badly deformed carcass when they were first hastily transported, the healer's experience could tell that what they were encountering was not the jealous street brawls of the young people here.

The smell of requiem masked the smell of blood and the heavy smell of ointment, and the chief physician of the medical hall, who was over half a hundred years old, put the candied fruit into the hot spring tea, and he could not taste it at all in such a smoky environment without candied fruit. He couldn't remember how many years he hadn't dealt with a soldier returning from the battlefield like this.

Street fights among young people can sometimes be brutal, and although most of them have practiced martial arts at a young age, they have lost them all in the name of drinking and drinking, and fighting one or two in the name of a samurai child is not much better than a gangster bandit.

Slashes that are not clean enough, stabs that are not strong enough, and sharp weapons that are all drunk and used to do things are often disorganized. Sometimes several wounds overlap each other, and when examined, it turns out that none of them are critical.

It's just a flesh injury that makes a fuss and cries dad and calls mother, and what's even more ridiculous is that such a guy will take the scar as a meritorious exploit when he turns around, and the overlap of the routines is surprisingly high - basically he claims that he saw the road uneven and saved the woman who was bullied by the bandits.

laughed loudly and showed heroism, and in the flattering words of the wandering girl on the side, a glass of wine and a glass of wine gave away all the only possessions on his body.

Then, one day, with the support of his companions, his face turned pale while vomiting and urinating, and he shouted loudly, "Doctor, I don't want to die", but in the end, he still turned into a cold corpse because of his injuries.

Samurai like this are the most common in Zhangzhou.

It's been a long time since I've seen a real samurai.

After the baptism of the battlefield, he has a clear awareness of life and death. Not pampered, not proud, not underestimating enemies. has been in the industry in Ziyun for more than 30 years, and people like this.

He hadn't seen any of them.

Only in the distant past, when I was still a trainee physician, I had seen such a figure in Shinkyome.

What exactly they have been through, he will not ask if he does not take the initiative to mention. A practitioner of medicine cures the sick and saves people, and nothing else can be done by him.

It's just a little premonition.

Maybe there will be more and more such people in the future.

And what will become of this land then? These little furry children, who indulge in wine every day and regard the street fights of young people as proof of honor and courage, will their hands and feet be cold and difficult to move when they really pick up big guns and big bows?

Can their delicate limbs, sunk in wine, withstand a full suit of heavy armor?

How much blood will be shed and for whom.

However, as a doctor, he can only drink too sweet spring tea with ordinary people, and sigh silently in his heart.

Walking out of the smoky medical hall, most of the people in the group looked a little heavy. Although the man could not be saved, the doctors did their best, and they still paid a lot of money. In addition, considering the needs of the future trip, Narumi asked the hospital for some portable simple plasters to treat sprains, heat stroke, or small cuts.

In addition, they also contacted the person in charge of the funeral and the master stonemason who carved the tombstone, and Tuo Ziyun had conflicts and blessings for the dead all the year round, and both the medical hall and the coffin shop were quite developed.

Singing and dancing are unbridled and merry, and then they casually fight and die on the side of the road because of boring things. Even if it weren't for the few conflicts between the young samurai yesterday, the samurai of the Aota family, who were born in a feudal domain and grew up under traditional education, still instinctively disliked this kind of place.

After all, the samurai are people who seek glory and have certain ambitions. A son of a samurai family like this, who indulges in pleasure and forgets his duty, seems to them to be a scum who can't wait to pull out a sword and kill him.

But irony is irony in this kind of place.

There are hundreds of thousands of people in Ziyun, and people like this account for 80,000 or 90,000.

And Ziyun is only the smallest city in Zhangzhou, and the number of people in the entire territory will be even more.

– in other words.

Samurai like the Qingtian family are a minority here.

He thinks he is orthodox in the spirit of the samurai, but he is ridiculed as a country man who does not know how to change, and he thinks that a samurai should be self-controlled and self-controlled, and he does not forget to practice every day, but where is the stage to show his skills today?

They thought they should pursue honor and stick to their principles, but they only did treachery and deceive the villagers two or three days ago.

There are a lot of reasons to find out, for the sake of the overall situation, and to help the shrine maiden and her party.

But the young warriors who indulged in wine in Zhangzhou also had their own "helpless reasons".

Where do you have the qualifications to spit and despise, yourself.

"Whew-" Coincidentally, the samurai of the Aota family, including Yajiro, let out a long sigh.

The reason why my father wants to let myself come out can be more or less understood by the young master today. If he hadn't left Aochi, he would probably have been the pretentious young man who thought he could prove himself by defeating all the samurai in his family with a wooden sword.

Born as a samurai, it is logical to accept the influence of these values, and become a typical Japanese samurai who only talks about heroes with martial arts.

But there is nothing logical in this world, and their approach is not the only one, and even whether it is correct or not, he can't give a positive answer with his head held high as before.

Values have been shaken, but perhaps not all bad.

Because his horizons have been broadened, he is now less impulsive when making choices than in the past, and he is calmer, like the Southern Barbarian who has defeated him countless times.

When he was away, the little master finally understood how naïve he was in the past.

He can now understand how great his father, who has been despised in his heart as a cowardly samurai, like other samurai, since he was sensible.

There are dozens of family members in total, and there are nearly 100 teams after combining with the Yi people, but even if the team has been reduced to more than a dozen people due to separation, desertion and death, the daily care is still not something Yajiro can do.

The rice that is counted as a bucket of people is called 5 kilograms by the Nanban. Such a weight requires about half a penny, that is, 500 Wen, which is half a tael of silver coins for Japanese people.

One tael of silver coins is enough to buy a little more than two buckets of rice, which is barely enough for a family of three to eat for a month. And if it is changed to 4 times, that is, a team of 12 people, it is only enough to eat for three or five days.

If the low-level merchants are more diligent, they can earn about one or two halves of silver in a month, that is, if they buy all the rice, it is enough for a family of three to eat. But people can't just eat one thing, firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, tea all ask for money, and people also have the habit of saving money in case of accidents.

Therefore, most of them prefer to choose a bucket of chestnuts that only cost about 50 Wen, and press the monthly living expenses to less than 400 Wen, so as to survive for a long time.

He never worried about money, and it wasn't until he met the poor people in Taizhou and went through all the way that Yajiro really realized how rich his life was.

A kimono costs 3 taels of silver, a sword with no ornaments costs 3 to 4 taels of silver, and a set of ordinary samurai costs 1 tael of gold coins, that is, 15 taels of silver.

There were more than 700 samurai in the Qingtian family, and even if about 500 of them were low-level ashigaru with simple equipment, it would still take a lot of money to maintain such an army.

How did the father earn the money, how did he maintain the balance of his territory, and how did he ensure that the samurai, who were theoretically made offerings for Shinkyo, were loyal enough to him.

He didn't know, and he didn't even know how much money it would cost for the team of more than a dozen people to continue to operate every day. These things were all taken care of by Narumi and the others, who were just a young master who dreamed of becoming a samurai, and had never worried about thinking about any issues related to this.

The vision is narrow, and the pattern is small.

If he hadn't walked out of Qingzhi, if he hadn't met because of this series of karma, I was afraid that he would only grow all the way to become a martial artist like those Zhangzhou warriors here, with an empty brain and only knowing how to pursue things at the personal level.

If you think about it this way, you may be favored by the gods.

The reliable elder has an excellent spirit, and there are excellent scholars from Xinjing by his side, as well as experienced swordsmen from the Southern Barbarian Exotic Realm.

Whether it is based on self-esteem that he thinks that he cannot become the appearance of these Zhangzhou warriors, or whether he has witnessed death and parting and the helplessness of shattering idealism, and thus has some understanding, we have no way of knowing at the moment.

The only thing that can be known is that after arriving in Ziyun City in the north of Zhangzhou, this young man has matured a little.

"Hey, don't be in a daze. The accented and unceremonious words rang out, and then he felt like he was being held by the hand in a brutal way—something he hadn't experienced before.

"Let's go, let's have lunch. ”

The white-haired stranger said with a smile.

There is no need to be formal, there is no etiquette, equality and even some rudeness to intervene in their own world, obviously a woman's body, but enough to fight side by side with themselves.

This is also an experience that he has never had when he grew up in a closed society where women appear as reserved images and serve as men's support and assistants.

If so, if you have a friend.

Maybe that's how it feels?

What that should be like.

If you were born in Nanban, you are a childhood sweetheart with her, and you grew up under the guidance of that tall man, how would you feel?

What does the wind taste like in their homeland?

The little young master, whose hand was led by Mira, ran towards Henry and the others, looked at the backs of those people in front of him, and thought.

The world is so big, and there are still so many things that have never been known, and one day they will want to step on the vast ocean and go to Nanban to have a look like they came to Xinyue Continent.

But for now, let's do it for now.

All his thoughts were all gone, and now he just wanted to be with these companions, forget about the sad things, and eat well.

Keep moving.