Young men in the age group of 15 to 25 are generally the product of condensing the elements of stupidity, impulsiveness, good deeds, and irresponsibility.
The innocence of little boys gradually recedes in men of this age, but they are still not mature enough to be called "men".
With the arrival of adolescence, most men who have gradually entered the adolescent stage from childhood will enter a state of high-minded and low-handedness - they are eager to escape from the shadow of their parents to prove their independence and personal abilities. However, except for a few outstanding men who are serious, diligent and down-to-earth, Most individuals do not actually have this ability.
The immature mind coupled with the strong desire for self-expression finally turned into what it looks like now——
I don't know if there was some misunderstanding, but the young Zhangzhou warriors stopped arguing, straightened their clothes and walked over. When they came closer, the Luoan girl who glanced over immediately felt physical discomfort.
The clothes are gorgeous, but what they wear can only be described as tasteless.
The glittering Nishijin weaving is a fabric commonly used by the samurai family, but most people only use it on both sides of the placket and the stand-up collar when matching it with gorgeous Japanese-style clothing - in other words, this fabric is just for embellishment. The extensive use of Nishijin weaving as coat fabric makes these people look as gorgeous as a rooster, but this gorgeousness has no connotation and is just a pile of precious fabrics.
When she was still in Rigar, the Luoan girl and her teacher came into contact with quite a few top nobles. The truly top-notch matching is often a combination of multiple layers of fabrics - the close-fitting tailoring reflects the wearer's body curves, and the Lace or pleats are used as decoration, while those materials that are too shiny are only used as embellishments of individual parts to provide the finishing touch.
Use multiple layers of fabrics and different garments from top to bottom, inside and out. Deliberately creating color gaps and contrasts to create a rich visual layering is what the upper class nobles wear - and these young warriors just use one kind of fabric everywhere to let them see He doesn't look like a member of the educated upper class, but like a nouveau riche who has turned all his family property into gold and wears it on his body.
And that seems to be the case. As these people came closer, the strong smell of urine and alcohol wafted directly over. The clothes on their bodies seemed to have not been washed for several days. Although they were gorgeous, they seemed to be the only clothes they had.
"Your honor, hiccup." The young man in the lead started to chat drunkenly. Before he could finish his words, he burped, which wore away the last patience of the group.
"Alas." The oiran behind Mira sighed. Originally, she looked at these people as if they were looking for trouble, so she subconsciously huddled behind the Luoan girl. But now that she realized the nature of these guys, Sakura stood decisively. out.
"Oh - oh." The eyes of the drunken Zhangzhou warriors lit up. Although they were wearing casual clothes, the temperament of being an oiran was still clearly revealed in every move.
"I thought it was something making a noise. Why are there a few lost puppies here?" Sakura's tone and temperament changed in an instant, her voice soft but with a hint of coolness.
The people behind her watched her walk up to the warrior who smelled of urine, wine, and vomit without changing their expressions.
"What a puppy, you woman." The samurai, who was still addicted to admiration, immediately blushed angrily when he heard this and held the sword at his waist. Yajiro and the Luoan girl also made a move at the same time. There was no reaction, but Sakura didn't panic at all and gently touched the opponent's right hand holding the knife with her fingers.
She used a controlled and reserved technique, like a dragonfly touching water, and only used her delicate fingertips to lightly trace the other person's mouth and wrist.
"Woo--" The warrior suddenly felt goosebumps all over his body, and then he felt numb all over his body and his hands were unable to hold the handle of the knife. The oiran raised her hand and hooked his chin. Taking advantage of her height, she looked down at the samurai with cold but ambiguous eyes and said, "What's wrong with this woman?"
Her voice was filled with magic, and several warriors behind her also trembled.
"N-nothing." The samurai's ears turned red, but his eyes stared straight at Sakura without blinking.
"It's a puppy, what's the problem?" The oiran's mouth curved slightly, and he spoke in a slow and soft tone that was close enough for the other person to breathe and feel her scent.
"No - no, you are insulting -" "What a cute puppy." Sakura gently rubbed the other person's skin with her fingertips again, but this time it touched from the forehead to the cheek, and then along the Touched the base of the ear.
"Wu——" The samurai was excited again, and then suppressed his blush as if he was holding back something.
"Do you want to go somewhere with me to play?" Sakura leaned close to his ear and whispered into his ear while blowing gently.
"Hiss—think, think." The samurai nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and then stretched out his hand to hug the oiran, but Sakura avoided the opponent's hand with a gesture worthy of a swordsman.
"Ah, if you don't even have a glass of wine, wouldn't it be a waste of this beautiful moonlight?" The oiran opened a certain distance to allow the anxious young warrior to cool his mind, and at the same time looked at the bright moon that had just risen in the sky. , sighing as if talking to himself.
"Drink! Go drink, go to Xuanyue Tower to drink! - No, I, my wallet is in Aju -" The young samurai, who obviously had no judgment left, endured the swelling in his lower body and wanted eagerly but was pushed away. Eager to achieve his goal, he immediately boasted, but then he remembered the fact that he had nothing in his pocket.
"What, can't you drink anymore?" Sakura turned around and smiled lightly under the light of the bright moon and lantern.
"H-how, how is that possible?" The samurai gritted his teeth and looked at the expensively decorated daggers in his arms.
"That's it." The oiran came close to him again and whispered to him from a very close distance: "Go and prepare for me first. I will change my clothes and come back later."
"tonight."
"It's still a long time." She said, and the young samurai who nodded repeatedly turned around as if he was looking for the toilet and yelled for his companions to quickly disappear at the other end of the road.
"..." Mira and Ling looked at the oiran in stunned silence.
"I didn't expect you..." Yajiro couldn't take his eyes away either.
"I may not be able to win against clear-minded warriors, but I can still handle a few drunk young men with no judgment." After the young warriors disappeared at the end of the road, she shook her hand in disgust, and then replied He turned his head and looked at the silent crowd.
"Why, you are a group of martial arts masters who are fighting one against ten, but now you think that a weak woman like me is scary?" The oiran said with a smile: "If I let you know that I was such an idiot every day You have to deal with more than a dozen of them, do you think I am a soul-catching monster?"
"Men are stupid creatures. The more eager they are to achieve their goals, the easier they are to be manipulated. Especially the inexperienced ones who will be defrauded of their money but unable to succeed, and then can only lose their temper at the uncle passing by. ." When she said this, she suddenly sighed: "But their target must be you."
Miss Doctor lowered her head. Combined with the oiran's own experience, her words seemed very embarrassing.
"Ah, to be honest, it's so annoying." Sakura shook her head and shook her hand, as if the hand that had just touched the young samurai was stained with something dirty. Mira looked at her, not sure which one was the real courtesan, the one who played with her without missing a beat just now, or the one who frankly expressed her disgust now, and the other party noticed and looked towards her, and then revealed A malicious expression.
"I also paid a lot to solve this matter. As a price, I am the mercenary lady of the Southern Barbarians."
"ah?"
"Please let me cleanse my soul."
"ah?"
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Although most of the land in Zhangzhou is barren, it still has quite a few specialties.
Most of the land that can be cultivated is located in the mountains, and because most of the people who stay here are wealthy businessmen and nobles with relatively sufficient wallets, the farmers and businessmen here are naturally opportunistic and do not grow food that is more suitable for the lower class commoners.
The limited land was maximized according to demand. In addition to the candied fruits that were used by the nobles, Zhangzhou's tea was also a must-try specialty when visiting the local area.
Although for most civilians, this may be an unattainable luxury.
After entering the teahouse, the cultural heritage of this country with a long history comes to mind. It's as if thousands of years of history have been condensed into the fragrance of tea, floating in the warmth of the orange firelight.
Because they helped the janitor get out of the siege, the group of people was regarded as the teahouse owner's distinguished guests. Of course, another reason may also be that in Ziyun, where there are many restaurants in Huajie Street, their group of more than a dozen people was considered a rare large force.
There were only a few tables in the sparse teahouse where a few people were sitting. Most of these people were old men with white hair and beards. They were drinking by themselves, not listening to what was going on outside the window. Even when Henry, Mila, Galeva and the missionary, who looked like foreigners, walked in, they showed no intention of turning their heads and looking at them.
"You are such unique old men." Leng Touqing sighed in Laman language. The next second, he almost hit his head on the lantern because of his height. Fortunately, the doctor lady behind him caught him in time.
"Don't cause trouble to Ling." Mira flew up and kicked Galeva on the butt mercilessly, but she almost didn't fall because she changed her center of gravity due to the extra burden on her body.
"I'm telling you, can you let go?" the girl from Luo An said with a helpless sigh.
"Don't let go." The oiran holding her smiled slightly.
"Okay." The white-haired girl looked helpless. When she noticed her teacher's playful glance, she immediately stared back fiercely.
"Guests, please use the chairs here." The waiter who appeared in front of the group of people who entered the teahouse and was about to find a seat was very capable. She was small and close to Ling and Lulu. She had short short hair and a dark complexion. Like a tomboy. After paying simple courtesy to Henry and others, he led the group to the seats on the other side near the cashier of the teahouse.
The Luoan girl glanced back and saw that most of Kazuto's teahouse had low chairs and tables, just like where a few old men would sit. The waiter, who looked like the daughter of the store manager, obviously noticed that Rigal and his party were taller than Kazuto, and that they would not be able to stretch their legs when sitting in that place, so he asked them to go and sit on the high chairs. special location.
"It's usually prepared for ghost customers." The capable waiter explained in order to clear up doubts and avoid being thought to treat guests differently. Although the foreign-looking sages and others were a bit eye-catching, she kept staring at them without being rude.
'Good professionalism. The girl from Luoan praised the other party silently in her heart, and after the group of people quietly followed the instructions and sat down to order their meals, the store manager's daughter returned to the kitchen and started working.
Similar to restaurants, Kazuto teahouses usually offer some food. It’s just that the styles are quite different and there aren’t many options to choose from. Drinks are more suitable with big fish and meat, while tea is mostly served with small snacks made from grains.
For a group of people traveling all the way, a large dinner with more substantial portions is actually what the body craves, but considering that the restaurants in Ziyun are basically full of troublesome young people, no matter how delicious it is, If food is often interrupted by people's noise, you will become uninterested in enjoying it.
Enjoying dinner in a quiet teahouse with friends you know well is what people who are traveling all the way need now.
After settling down on the seats, you can truly appreciate how quiet the teahouse is. The subtle sound of "sizzling" oil came from the back kitchen. Although the tea was brewed in the front, the kitchen was placed in the back.
The steady and honest middle-aged shop owner explained in a friendly tone that the two were separated to prevent the smell of oil fumes from interfering with the aroma of the tea. Then he skillfully lifted the cast iron kettle from the stove and brewed it through the bamboo tea drain. Cup after cup of hot, strong tea is served.
"——" Needless to say, the store manager's daughter, who seemed to know the time her father brewed the tea, walked out just as the store manager prepared the tea. She quickly picked up the plate and placed the brewed tea on it. It was given to a group of samurai sitting at low tables on both sides of the shop.
Henry and his party, who were sitting in the vise, enjoyed the tea handed over by the store manager as early as the beginning.
"It smells like flowers." The sage spoke concisely and concisely. His skillful speaking skills made the squinting store manager glance over, and then he smiled gently: "Yes, guest, this is spring tea."
"The teas in Zhangzhou are all high mountain teas. If picked in spring, they will emit a floral scent when brewed with boiling water." The store manager continued to add water while explaining, while Mira listened to her teacher's words and leaned in to smell it. Smelling the hot tea.
An indescribable faint floral fragrance filled the nose. Because she didn't like to drink hot drinks, the Luoan girl didn't take a bite, but she was unusually eager to wait for it to cool down and taste it.
"Dad, the fried dumplings are ready, let's ask the customer what kind of dipping sauce he wants." After the chef's "sizzling" sound ended, the store manager's daughter asked.
Dinner is finally ready.
