Young men in the age range of 15 to 25 are probably the product of a condensed combination of stupidity, impulsiveness, and good deeds and irresponsibility.

The childlike innocence of little boys is gradually retreating in men of this age, but they are not yet mature enough to be called "men".

With the advent of puberty, most men who gradually move from childhood to adolescence will enter a state of low eyesight - they are eager to break away from the shadow of their parents to prove their independence and personal ability, but except for a very small number of excellent individuals who are serious and diligent and down-to-earth, most of them do not actually have this ability.

The immature mind was accompanied by a strong desire for self-expression, and finally turned into the current appearance-

I don't know if they misunderstood something, the young Zhangzhou warriors stopped arguing, tidied up their clothes and walked over to this side. And when they got closer, the Luoan girl, who glanced over and took a look, immediately felt a physical discomfort.

The costumes are gorgeous, but wearing them can only be described as tasteless.

The shiny Nishijin ori was a common fabric used by the samurai, but it was usually only used on the sides of the placket and the stand collar when it came to the ornate Japanese-style sufficiency—in other words, it was only used for embellishment. The extensive use of Nishijin weaving as a coat fabric makes these people as gorgeous as roosters, but this gorgeousness has no connotation, and it is just a pile of precious fabrics.

While still in Rigal, the Loan girl came into contact with her teacher was not a few of the top aristocrats, and the real top-notch combinations were often a combination of multiple layers of fabrics - the close-fitting cut reflected the curves of the wearer's body, plus lace or folds as decorations, and the overly shiny materials were only used as embellishments for individual parts, which played the finishing touch.

From top to bottom, inside and out, with multiple layers of fabrics and different clothing. Deliberately creating gaps and contrasts of colors to create a rich visual layering is what the upper-class aristocracy wears—and these young samurai simply use one fabric everywhere to make them look less like literate upper-class people, but like nouveau riche who have made all their possessions into gold and wore them on their bodies.

And that seems to be the case. As the men approached, the strong smell of urine and wine wafted straight over, and the clothes on their bodies seemed to have not been washed for several days, and although they were gorgeous, they seemed to be the only clothes they had.

"Honorable, Hiccup. The young man at the head drunkenly accosted him, and before he finished speaking, he burped and blew out the last patience of the group.

"Alas. The Oiran behind Mira sighed, originally looking at these people as if they were finding fault, so she subconsciously curled up behind the Roan girl, but after realizing the nature of these guys at this moment, Sakura stood up decisively.

"Oh-oh. The drunken Zhangzhou warriors were in the eye, and although they were wearing casual clothes, their former temperament as an Oiran was still undoubtedly revealed in their every move.

"I think something is making a noise, how can there be a few lost puppies here. Sakura changed her tone and temperament in an instant, and her voice was soft but with a hint of coolness.

The people behind her watched as she walked up to the samurai who smelled of urine and wine and vomit, and his face did not change.

"W-what puppy, you woman. The samurai, who had been indulging in appreciation, immediately blushed when he heard this and held the knife at his waist, Yajiro and the girl Roan reacted at the same time, but Sakura did not panic at all and gently stroked the other party's right hand holding the knife with her fingers.

She used a restrained and reserved technique like a dragonfly dotting water, and only used her delicate fingertips to gently swipe the opponent's mouth and wrist.

"Woo-" The samurai got goosebumps all over his body, and then he felt numb and his hands couldn't hold the hilt. And Oiran took advantage of the situation to raise his hand and hook his chin, and looked down at the samurai with indifferent but ambiguous eyes condescendingly with his height advantage, and said, "This woman, what's wrong?"

Her voice was magical, and the few samurai behind her also trembled.

"No, not much. The samurai's ears turned red, but his eyes stared at Sakura without blinking.

"It's a puppy, what's wrong? The corners of Oiran's mouth curled slightly, and she said in a slow and soft tone at a distance that the other party could breathe into her body fragrance.

"No—no, you're insulting—" "What a cute puppy." Sakura rubbed her fingertips against the other's skin again, but this time from her forehead to her cheeks and down to the base of her ears.

"Uhh

"Would you like to hang out with me somewhere?" Sakura whispered as she leaned closer to his ear and blew into his ear.

"Hiss—think, think. The samurai nodded like a chicken pecking rice, and then reached out to hug the Oiran, but Sakura dodged the opponent's hand in a gesture worthy of a master swordsman.

"Ah, I don't even have a glass of wine, wouldn't it be a waste of this wonderful moonlight. Oiran pulled a certain distance to cool the young samurai's mind, and at the same time looked at the bright moon that had just risen in mid-air, and sighed as if talking to himself.

"Drink, drink, go to Xuanyue Tower to drink—— no, I, I'm in Aju-" The young warrior, who obviously had no judgment left, endured the swelling of his lower body, eagerly wanted to be pushed away, and in his eagerness to achieve his goal, he immediately boasted about Haikou, but then remembered the fact that he was empty.

"Why, can't you drink it?" Sakura turned her head and smiled lightly in the light of the moon and lanterns.

"Whoa—how, how is that possible. The samurai gritted his teeth and looked at his arms, which were full of expensive daggers.

"That's it. Oiran leaned in again and whispered to him at great closeness, "Go and get ready for me, I'll change my clothes and come later." ”

"Tonight. ”

"It's still a long way off. She said this, and the young samurai, who nodded repeatedly, turned around as if he was looking for a toilet and shouted for his companions to quickly disappear to the other end of the road.

"......" Mira and Aya looked at Oiran dumbfounded.

"I didn't expect you to ......" Yajiro couldn't take his eyes off either.

"I may not be able to win against a clear-headed warrior, but it's okay to deal with a few drunken stunned young people with little judgment. When the young warriors had disappeared at the end of the road, she shook her hand in disgust, and then looked back at the silent crowd.

"Why, a group of you martial arts masters are all one against ten, and now you think that a weak woman like me is terrible?" Oiran said with a smile, "If I let you know that I had to deal with a dozen of such fools every day, would you think that I was a monster that captures people's souls." ”

"Men are stupid creatures, and the more anxious they are to achieve their goals, the easier they are to be manipulated. Especially this kind of inexperienced person who will be cheated out of money but can't get it, and then can only lose his temper at the uncle who passes by. She sighed when she said this, "But they have to target you." ”

Miss Doctor lowered her head, and combined with Oiran's own experience, her words seemed very embarrassing.

"Ahh Sakura shook her head and shook her hands, disgusted as if she had just touched the young samurai's hand with something dirty. Mira looked at her, not knowing which was the real Oiran who had just played with the other person or the one who was now bluntly expressing disgust, and the other party noticed that his eyes were also looking towards her, and then showed a malicious expression.

"I've also paid a lot to settle this matter, as a price, Miss Mercenary of the Southern Barbarians. ”

"Huh?"

"Please let me cleanse my mind. ”

"Huh?"

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Although most of the land in Zhangzhou is barren, there are still a lot of specialties.

Most of the land that could be cultivated was located in the mountains, and because most of the wealthy merchants and nobles who remained in the area were the children of wealthy merchants and nobles with more abundant pockets, it was only natural that the farmers and merchants here were opportunistic and did not grow food that was more suitable for the lower classes.

The limited land is maximized according to demand, in addition to the fruit used to make the candied fruit that the aristocracy loved to eat, Zhangzhou's tea is also a special product that must be tasted when you come to the local area.

Although for most civilians, this may be an unattainable luxury.

Once you enter the teahouse, you will be greeted by the cultural heritage of this country with a long history. It is as if thousands of years of history have been condensed into the fragrance of tea, wafting in the warmth of the orange firelight.

Because of helping the janitor uncle to relieve the siege, the group can be regarded as the distinguished guests of the teahouse owner, of course, another reason may also be in the Ziyun where the flower street restaurants are everywhere now, and their group of more than a dozen people is a rare army.

In the sparse teahouse, there were only a few tables with a few scattered people, most of whom were old men with white hair, who were drinking by themselves, and their ears were not listening to what was going on outside the window. Even the stranger-looking Henry, Mira, Caleva, and the missionary walked in without turning their heads to look at them.

"What a man with a personality. Stunned Qing sighed in Laman, and then the next second he almost hit his head on the lantern because of his height, but fortunately, the doctor behind him grabbed him at the right time.

"Don't bother Aya. Mira flew up mercilessly and kicked Galeva in the ass, but she almost didn't fall because of the extra weight on her body that changed her center of gravity.

"I said, can you let it go? Miss Luo An said with a helpless sigh.

"Don't let go. And the Oiran who was holding her smiled slightly.

"Okay. The white-haired girl looked helpless, and when she noticed that her teacher glanced at her with a playful look, she immediately glared back fiercely.

"A few guests are also invited to use the chairs on this side. The waitress who appeared in front of the group who entered the teahouse and was about to find a seat was very capable, she was small and close to Aya and Lulu, with short and neat hair, and a dark complexion like a tomboy. After a brief salute to Henry and the others, he led the group to the seats on the other side near the cashier of the teahouse.

Luo An girl glanced back, and most of the teahouse was made of low chairs and low tables, just like the places where several old men were sitting. The waiter, who was probably the owner's daughter, apparently noticed the height of Rigal's entourage, and that they couldn't stretch their legs when they sat in that kind of place, so he asked them to sit in a special position with high chairs.

"It's usually for ghost guests. The neat waiter explained in order to clear up doubts and avoid being perceived as treating customers differently. Although the sage and others who looked like foreigners were a little eye-catching, she didn't faux rudely keep staring at them.

'Nice professionalism. Miss Luo An silently praised each other in her heart, and after the group quietly followed the guidance and sat down separately to order, the manager's daughter returned to the back kitchen and began to work.

Similar to a restaurant, a Wajin teahouse usually serves some food as well. It's just that the style is quite different and there are not many options to choose from. Drinks are more suitable with big fish and meat, while tea is mostly small snacks made from grains.

For a group of people who are on the go, it is actually a larger dinner with a more adequate portion that the body craves, but considering that Ziyun's restaurants are basically full of that kind of troublesome young people now, even if the delicious food is often interrupted by the noise, it will become unenjoyable.

A quiet teahouse and dinner with your acquaintances is what the people who are on the go need right now.

After settling down in the seats, how quiet the teahouse really is to truly feel the air. The faint sound of oil came from the back kitchen, and although the tea was brewed in the front, the kitchen was placed in the back.

The steady and honest middle-aged shopkeeper explained in a friendly tone that he separated the two in order to avoid the smell of oil smoke disturbing the aroma of tea, and then skillfully lifted the cast iron kettle from the stove and brewed cup after cup of hot tea along the bamboo tea drain.

Needless to say, the manager's daughter, who seemed to know exactly when her father was brewing tea, stepped out the moment the manager finished brewing tea, picked up the plate with her hands and feet, put the brewed tea on it, and served it to the samurai sitting at the low tables on both sides of the shop.

And Henry, who was sitting on the vice, enjoyed the tea handed by the store manager as early as the beginning.

"There's a floral scent. The sage was concise and to the point, and his skillful language made the squinting store manager glance at him, and then smiled gently: "Yes, guest, this is spring tea." ”

"The tea in Zhangzhou is all high mountain tea, and if it is picked in spring, it will exude a floral fragrance when brewed in boiling water. The store manager explained as she continued to add water, while Mira listened to her teacher's words and leaned in to smell the hot tea.

The indescribable faint floral fragrance permeated the nasal cavity, because she didn't like to drink hot, the Luoan girl didn't take her mouth, but she was rarely a little anxious to wait for it to cool down and taste it.

"Daddy, the fried dumplings are ready, ask the guests what dipping sauce they want. And when the sound of "Zizi" in the back kitchen ended, the manager's daughter asked like this.

Dinner was finally ready.