Zhangzhou's territory is small, which is not a bad thing to a certain extent. It is not difficult to find doctors and medicines here, especially if there is no shortage of money.
After quickly finding a medical center and arranging the wounded, the remaining people began to look for a hotel where they could rest.
By the standards of the Padrosi people, there are only two settlements in Zhangzhou that can be called "cities", so the population and various resources are basically concentrated here.
The group of people came from the national highway and took the main road, so the city they entered at the end of the journey was naturally a large town in the north of Zhangzhou. This place is called Ziyun, and the reason will be known about three hours after the group arrives.
Zhangzhou is located at the end of the northern mountain range and the starting point of the central mountain range of the rugged Crescent Continent. It is a territory that is wide open to the east and west and has no natural dangers such as mountains to defend.
If you only hear this description, the scene that comes to mind will probably be an endless fertile plain like Ecasta. But this is not the case here. Although it is at a low place, there are still many mountains nearby, but the altitude is relatively low and very scattered. Moreover, a large area of land in the Jangzhou territory is similar to that near the swamp village in the feudal domain. It is located in lowland, so the soil is only soft and rotten soil, making it difficult to cultivate.
The water content is not as pleasant as in the plains, but it is not enough to become a river for passage. The soft and rotten soil is not only difficult for people and livestock to walk on, but also lacks nutrition and cannot be cultivated. It is also often filled with miasma. Only some poisonous insects can live here, and it is really not a place that ordinary people want to go.
Most of Zhangzhou's arable land is located in the mountains. Because it is located at the end of a mountain range, the mountains here are only hills of a few hundred meters.
Because there is very little arable land, establishing a large military camp here will inevitably require supplies from other places. Therefore, after careful consideration, Xinjing chose to be stationed in Taizhou as the northern pass, while the loopholes on the east and west sides of Zhangzhou were indirectly defended by the Moon Kingdom fleet cruising on the sea.
It is tasteless to eat and a pity to throw away. It is natural for people in such a neglected territory to develop such a careless personality. And if there is anything wonderful in a place like this, it is probably only a moment in the dusk - the time when people call it the time of encountering the devil, the purple clouds rising from the miasma-ridden land on the distant horizon.
As the long summer sunshine comes to an end, this is what a group of people saw after settling down and planning to find a place to have dinner.
According to the doctor's explanation, the official research result of the Grand Academy is that the miasma of the swamp is mixed with the water vapor rising at high temperatures. In the evening, when the heat of the day ends, the temperature drops and the water vapor condenses to the extent that it can refract sunlight, forming this wonderful scene.
The sky is filled with the presence of the Suomir Aurora. The end of the skyline is purple, and even the clouds still floating in the sky are dyed with this color.
Local legend has it that the first people who came here were named Ziyun after seeing this scene after struggling through the miasma. However, considering that all official towns are named after Xinjing, the credibility of this statement is doubtful. .
But no matter what, this scene is indeed enough to comfort the hearts of hard-working travelers.
The sun sets in the west, and the children who play are returning home together, panting and dirty. Noisy and unbridled behavior is the prerogative of children. Mira watched them disappear at the other end of the alley, and then her mother's scolding voice sounded as expected.
Drunk men similar to the samurai we met a few hours ago followed in the footsteps of the children. In Ziyun, it seemed that even the men in their thirties and fifties were still children at heart, swaying and mumbling vague words. .
This scene was obviously commonplace, and most people turned a blind eye. Only the woman passing by because of the extremely close distance, when one of the drunken men knelt on the ground and began to vomit, she covered her mouth with the reservedness unique to Kazuto women and frowned. Difficult color.
"Hahaha." The drunkard's colleague laughed loudly. Although he was several times older, he behaved like a child and showed no signs of maturity.
"Huh?" Henry felt his eyes turning, and Mira looked at her teacher. Although she had heard the sage talk about her past, the Luoan girl still found it hard to imagine that this calm Henry Mel also There were days like these filled with juvenile immature behavior.
"What?" Even the sage could not know his disciple's thoughts all the time. He just thought she was lonely and reached out to rub her white hair, which had grown much longer.
"Wow, Snow Girl!" The drunkards who came closer after vomiting saw a group of people. One of them pointed at Mira and shouted loudly, and then laughed drunkenly with the others.
The wind blew, and our white-haired girl, who had become a tall and graceful girl, had her hair flying. It was the first time in a long time that she walked on the streets of the Moon Country without any cover.
Although her body is slender, she still looks flexible and healthy due to long-term exercise. Because I have a girl's body, I won't be as strong as a man no matter how much I exercise. Although Mira herself complained about her lack of strength, the other women in the team seemed to think that her hard muscles would look weird.
As time goes by, the round face when we first met in Ecasta has gradually taken on softer lines. The older she grows, the more perfectly the Luoan bloodline appears in her body. The bridge of the nose is not as high as the people from the north of Rigar, almost flush with their foreheads, nor is it as low as the people here. Just the right height, like a mixture of East and West, with unobtrusive lines. Under the full forehead are slender light eyelashes. Only the eyes that are as bright as ever can still be seen as a bit childish in the past. The appearance of a little maid.
After the fall of the country, Luoan men were excellent fighting slaves, while women were often bought as maids by wealthy businessmen or small nobles. The reason was obviously related to their appearance.
Her hair, which was cut short to facilitate fighting, gradually grew longer during the journey, not only for her, but also for our Mr. Sage. His hair, which had always been cut short, was now long enough to be tied into a short ponytail on the back of his head. Coupled with the short beard that he hadn't shaved for a while, he looked five or six years older than before.
Henry himself was self-deprecating and could finally show some changes over the years. The vicissitudes of his words could only be seen by Mira and Galeva, who had traveled together and knew him well.
All in all - the group from Rigar finally took off their hats. Even if it's just temporary, they can take a breather without worrying about attracting too much attention. Although the appearance of foreigners is still very eye-catching, in this careless territory, no one will spend too much energy to deal with others.
To a certain extent, Zhangzhou people have the selfish spirit of Padrosi’s citizen class.
Decompression is necessary for everyone, especially after going through so much. The warriors needed to relax, and the party from Rigal took the opportunity to breathe some air. But no matter what he thought at first, after seeing the drunkards on the street, Narumi, who changed into light clothes, said with a wry smile: "Let's go find a place that doesn't have alcohol, just drink tea."
For Ziyun, seeing drunk people all over the street is not an accident but a daily routine. Kazuto's sake is made from rice. It seems a little heartless to consume a lot of grain to make wine when there are many civilians around who can only eat potatoes and chestnuts every day. However, if you look closely, you can see that most of these people are Richly dressed upper class. The last one is also made of well-made cotton clothes. It is obvious that they are either the children of wealthy businessmen or the nobles of the country class.
This is another unique point of Zhangzhou Territory - the ratio of nobles to commoners here is close to 4:6.
There is a reason why the upper class nobles gathered here in such a large number to live in a muddleheaded way - because there was no war, and the number of descendants of the Wu family did not decrease. The over-expanded samurai class population stretched the resources available for distribution. The eldest son can inherit the family business, but what about the second and third sons? We need to prevent them from competing for power and engaging in internal strife, and we can't really let our children die like this. The final conclusion is naturally to leave them in a place where "they can neither cause any big trouble nor be in any big danger." The place.
It's like a penal colony, but also like a retirement home. The young but hopeless aristocratic children gathered here. They had no pursuit, no goals, and no future. They just indulged in drunkenness and pleasure, using these simple sensory stimulations to satisfy the emptiness of their unfulfilled ambitions.
Lined with flower streets and taverns, this useless land is like a refuge for the decadent people who have been tacitly allowed to exist. Considering the geographical factors, once there is a conflict between the north and the south and the Taizhou defense line is breached, these disciples of the Wu family who are like abandoned sons may still be able to survive. Give your last loyalty to Xinjing.
Of course, it is also a matter of doubt whether they, who have been corrupted by women and alcohol, are still able to hold the sword and draw the bow, who are dressed gorgeously and laugh at the ready-to-fight appearance of the Qingtian family samurai from the domain.
Those who are full of blood and self-will are like mad dogs with infectious diseases. It will do no good to mess with them. After all, the group still needs to keep a low profile, so Narumi decided to go to a teahouse instead of a tavern, but if you don't want to look for trouble, trouble will still come to you.
"What did you say!!" A drunken and shrill young man's voice almost broke, rang out the moment the group of people stepped out of the alley corner.
At first glance, several young Zhangzhou warriors with gorgeous but messy clothes who had already had a fight stopped at the door of the brightly lit teahouse. When the group came, they were quarreling with the teahouse guards. Due to their status, , the middle-aged civilian guard looked very embarrassed.
This group of young and vigorous warriors have slender limbs, fair skin, thin arms and thin legs, and they look more like civil servants than martial arts practitioners. However, there is actually a knife on the waist - although it is also gorgeously decorated and does not look like a practical weapon.
The clothes they wore were made of expensive, glittering fabrics, which Kazuto called Nishijin-ori. It was a fabric commonly used by the samurai's children, and Narumi and others also used this material for their Jinha-ori.
Being able to afford such fabrics and the short sword on his waist was obviously a sergeant at least on the same level as Narumi and others, but his words and deeds were not what a samurai in the city should look like. In just a few words, from "Let me see Miss Aju" and "Do you, a despicable person like you, look down on us?", the group of newcomers could already deduce a rough idea.
Judging from the bruised noses and swollen faces of many of them and the pink and white stains on their clothes, they probably had a conflict with another group of young nobles over a certain oiran in Flower Street and lost, and then planned to find a teahouse on the way back to their residence for some reason. Let the middle-aged janitor take off his anger.
Without the sense of honor and self-discipline of a samurai, even a person like the young master Yajiro who is usually a bit willful seems to be really unbearable. And this group of people blocked the entrance of the teahouse and made trouble, making it impossible for them to go in to eat. When they were hesitating, one of the Zhangzhou warriors looked over, then turned around and said something to his companions, and they all said: He looked over blankly.
"Come here." Henry sighed, and the confused Luoan girl glanced at her teacher, and then turned her head to look at herself and Ling and Ling behind her because of the enlightened eyes of other male teammates. Sakura and Lulu.
"Ah?" The Luoan girl made the same sound as Galeva.
Although dusk has passed and the light is gradually dimming, several women with different backgrounds and styles in the team are still very eye-catching. Even if Miss Doctor's indigo hair proves that her pure top aristocratic bloodline cannot be related to a mere samurai, these people who have lost their ability to judge under the influence of alcohol obviously cannot recognize this.
The drunken young Zhangzhou warriors approached. "Ah!" The stupid Galeva didn't react until now.
"..." Aya and Sakura both shrank behind Mira, and the Luoan girl, who finally realized the situation after a while, rolled her eyes at her teacher.
"Can you beat them?"
So asked.
