The moment Hyoutarou turned around, the last hand of the tavern owner had already fallen on the tatami, and blood gushed out from the wound on his broken arm.
It turns out that Hyoutaro subconsciously cut off the arm that attacked him with a knife, and the armless boss completely turned into an armless boss.
The tip of the chrysanthemum sword was placed at the throat of the tavern owner. The people at the door screamed in surprise. Two soldiers rushed in, drew their swords and put it on the neck of the attacker.
The two tavern waiters were so scared that they were paralyzed, and one of them was so scared that he peed. The thugs under Evil Hachiro back then were now as humble as a dog.
Hyōtaro allowed his men to simply bandage his wound. The pain was like a mosquito bite to him. "Why did you kill me? Why on earth... tell me!"
The shopkeeper who cut off his hands with a roar turned paler and paler, and became more and more ferocious. He muttered in a broken voice, "Why? Why do you have... You are just the bad gambler from four years ago. You are just a person under our feet." The mud, why do you soar into the sky! Why do you..."
"I don't accept it, I don't accept you! Why does the Prime Minister recognize you as his son, why can you be granted a title? Why..."
Hyōtaro yelled, "Baga! Why? Just because I used my body to protect the Prime Minister, just because I followed the Prime Minister through life and death in the bloody battle at Shuri City Gate..."
"Just because I killed so many foreigners in Austria! Just because I and my brothers fought with swords under Osaka Castle! Just because I once broke into the imperial city of the Qing Empire... I have sacrificed my life for my achievements, you still ask Why?"
Hyoutarou is not convinced. He is not convinced to the end. Everyone in Ryukyu has seen so many of his achievements. As an old acquaintance of mine, how can you not see it?
After what was said, countless Japanese immigrants present nodded their heads. They all turned their condemning eyes to the bleeding boss with a broken arm, and the atmosphere was full of hatred.
"Why is this person's heart so dirty? Can't he see other people? Jealousy will lead to hell...Namo Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva!"
"It's just jealousy. In the past, Hyoutaro was bullied by them. He would throw a rice ball on the ground like feeding a dog. If you are used to bullying, why don't you see others being nice now? Hey..."
The crowd was all talking, and Hyoutarou's expression also turned cold. The tip of his knife moved forward slightly and pierced the skin, bleeding out. "Give me a reason, otherwise you must die!"
"Hahaha... Reason? Do you need a reason? I'm just jealous of you. I'm crazy with jealousy!" Shopkeeper Broken Arm burst into tears. "But I'm not jealous of your achievements. I'm just jealous of why you have such an opportunity... "
"Yes, what I am jealous of is that opportunity! Why can you make meritorious deeds from the dragon on the battlefield? I also know swordsmanship, and I also want to make meritorious deeds and become a real samurai! But why don't I have this opportunity..."
“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" But can you join the army and start accumulating military merit?"
"I don't accept it! I'm jealous! Why can't I have such a chance to get through that threshold? I hate it so much, I hate my bastard life..."
The cry moved everyone. The anger in Hyōtaro's heart was washed away by the cry. Even the Japanese immigrants present wiped away tears.
Yes, in Japan at that time, the lower class people wanted to change their destiny but could not even reach a threshold. The class was so solid that it could not be broken. They are not jealous of talents, they are just jealous of an opportunity to enter the threshold.
Let's not talk about meritorious service and knighthood. Many people don't even have the opportunity to enter the door. The unfairness of society has reached the extreme.
No one is born to be a bully or a ronin... But they have no choice, they have no chance to move up. Looking around, their lives are all dark, without any light, and lifeless and despairing.
Hyoutaro put away his sword and put on his coat with the help of the guards. "I won't kill you. I will keep you and take a look at you from time to time. Whenever I see you, I will think of my past." , I will also cherish my current life more!"
After saying that, Hyōtaro turned around and walked away, shouting loudly, "What exactly is the Chinese Order? Why is the Chinese Code the fundamental constitution? What exactly does the Prime Minister want to protect? Today I finally understand it, I understand it completely..."
"My godfather is not about equalizing the wealth and the poor, let alone raising lazy people. My godfather just wants to open the door for mutual circulation among all classes, so that people can work hard, accumulate merit, and use their own hands to change themselves." What a fate!”
"We can no longer be like the past. Looking around, there is no clear way out. I am suffocating people to death... I am suffocating them to death!"
"Starting from today, a new era has really arrived, and the old era has really been broken! The Prime Minister is right, the Chinese Code has opened a new era... Poor old man, you know you can't follow it anymore You are in that new era, so you are desperate, so you collapse!"
At this point, Hyoutaro looked back at this familiar dilapidated house for the last time. "You are so desperate that you don't dare to look at the happiness in the future! But I am different. I want to see with my own eyes where this new era will go... …Everyone present can see it!”
"I pity you! You wretched creature of fate!"
After saying that, Hyoutaro strode out of the alley, and the golden light of the morning sun shone on him. At that moment, he really looked like a noble.
"Ah..." There was a desperate wolf howl in the tavern, and the owner of the Broken Arm went completely crazy. He kowtowed crazily to the two waiters, "Give me a pleasure...please give me a pleasure? This is hell, this is hell." It’s hell…”
The boss who has lost his hands cannot even integrate into the Chinese people. He cannot even guarantee his basic survival. Living is a hellish punishment for him.
The bloody ribs pierced his chest, and hot blood spurted out, but there was a relaxed smile on his face. For him, death was really a relief.
All the Fuso immigrants on the hillside shed tears when they saw the scene in front of them. "Yes! The old days in the past... were really miserable!"
"I want to join the Chinese race! I want to join the Chinese race like Lord Hyoutaro! I don't want to live in this dark world anymore! I'm not born with a low life!"
Countless Japanese immigrants burst out with the same roar at this moment. Only in comparison can people know what happiness is!
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