Fujiwara originally thought that this was because the city of Suzhou was located on the coast, and the people were often tortured by Japanese pirates, so they all harbored hatred for the Japanese.
That's why I feel so repelled when I see myself wearing Japanese clothes.
But when he found another way and went to the land of fireworks to "eat and have fun", he found that even the prostitutes who were "heartless bitches and actors without righteousness" kicked him out with disgust after finding out that he was a Japanese. When he got into prostitution and even threw away the gold he took out.
Fujiwara discovered that the people of the Ming Dynasty did not seem to simply "hate" the Japanese...
Fujiwara, who was hungry, walked and searched all the way, and had to bear the strange looks of the people on the way. Even the humblest dung picker dared to yell at him: "Hey! That Japanese, get out of here! Don't block the master's way!"
"Discourteous! I am in the position of a public minister..."
"Ah Tui! I don't care what kind of father-in-law you are, a good dog doesn't block the way!" The dung picker spit thick phlegm directly on Fujiwara's official robe. Ignoring the stunned Fujiwara, he walked away while mumbling:
"Today I actually met a Japanese, it's really unlucky..."
…
After such a series of blows, Fujiwara felt like he had lost his soul. The official robe that I was so proud of could no longer be worn. He had no choice but to take out the gold he had and begged the two "guards" to find him some clothes. After some hard talking, the "guard" got him a pair of coarse linen clothes.
Even then, the two guards looked reluctant, as if they were taking advantage of him by dressing him in Han Chinese clothes.
Fujiwara, who had changed into linen clothes, continued to look for a place to eat something to satisfy his hunger. However, he saw the street in front of him was bustling with people. There was a prison van parked in the middle of the street, and a woman was gagged and bound, kneeling in front of a stone monument.
"Who is that? Why are you kneeling here?" Fujiwara asked a passerby.
"You don't even know her?" A passerby didn't seem surprised when he saw that he was wearing an ordinary commoner's linen clothes and spoke standard Chinese. "This is the bandit leader Chen Hui! It was he and Zhang Shicheng's remnant Zhang Ren and Zhang Li who colluded with the Japanese pirates to take over our Suzhou!"
"Why is a good Han girl getting mixed up with Japanese people? Isn't that a bargain?"
"We Han people are descendants of Yan and Huang, and the Japanese are barbarians among barbarians! What's the difference between them and the monkeys on the mountain!" As he said, he also poked Fujiwara with his arm: "You said, can humans mix with monkeys? Doesn’t that mean you’re willing to be humble?”
Fujiwara's face turned red, he squeezed the corners of Mai's clothes tightly, and did not dare to speak.
"You are really... a dignified descendant of the Yan and Huang Dynasties... a disgrace to you and a disgrace to your ancestors!" The old man shook his head and left. Fujiwara stared blankly at the crowd and the prosperity of Suzhou City. For a moment, a sense of shame and jealousy surged out of his heart for no reason.
…
"Captain Shao, are you right?" What Fujiwara didn't know was that after leaving him, the shambling old man quickly slipped into a nearby alley while he wasn't paying attention. among.
"Mr. Fang, you are right. Please keep these silver coins." Those in the alley were none other than Captain Shaobiao in Jinyi, Yao Guangxiao, the demon monk in black, and several others. If Fujiwara were here at this time, he would be surprised to find that the waiters, dung pickers, etc. he met just now are all in this dark alley at this moment, and they exude a completely different temperament from just now.
"The little old man would like to thank the captain first." The old man chuckled and showed military courtesy to Shao Biao. This person turned out to be a veteran living in Suzhou City. Speaking of which, he now holds the position of spy in Jinyiwei.
Basically all the people Fujiwara met were spies arranged by Jin Yiwei in advance.
"Mr. Yao is indeed very good at predicting events." Shao Biao looked at Yao Guangxiao, who had an indifferent expression next to him, with a somewhat admiring expression. "This Japanese man's actions are exactly as you expected. Moreover, according to the arrangements made in advance, everything that this Japanese man did was actually in the master's jar..."
"Amitabha is just a little kid." Yao Guangxiao clasped his hands together. "This person has lived in this place for two lifetimes, and naturally drifts with the flow of people. Then he noticed that the pedestrians were abnormal, so he avoided people and walked. His whereabouts are not difficult to predict."
"On the contrary, Shao Xiaowei... There are so many royal guards in Suzhou City, which really surprises the poor monk..."
"Everyone in the world is under the influence of His Majesty's power." Shaobiao clasped his fists in the direction of Yingtian. "That's not unusual."
"But, what's the use of humiliating this Japanese like this? What if he becomes resentful and turns around and deliberately takes a wrong path to harm His Highness..."
"It's okay." Yao Guangxiao lightly stroked his short beard. "His Royal Highness is knowledgeable about the past and the present. He has already figured out this Japanese's character."
"Your Highness has long seen that although this Japanese obeys the small etiquette, he has no great righteousness. He is afraid of power and has no morality. If you grant favors at will, I'm afraid he will look down on us."
"It's better to humiliate him to the extreme, and he will start to admire me, Ming Dynasty. It will be much easier to control him from now on."
Yao Guangxiao had been observing Fujiwara's expression in the dark and found that he looked quite complacent at first. He probably thought that his identity could be valued by His Highness, so he was quite carried away. Later, under the continuous blows and the contempt of the people, he gradually became timid, worried, and self-doubt, and gradually discovered how low the status of the Japanese in the eyes of the Chinese people was.
Then when he looked at the prosperity of Suzhou and the people coming and going, his eyes showed envy and yearning. Everything is exactly the same as what His Highness the Fifth Prince said.
"How does Your Highness know the habits of this Japanese? Also, he was so familiar with the situation in Japan before..." Yao Guangxiao muttered to himself, feeling strange in his heart.
In fact, Zhu Su was just guessing. After all, the Japanese in later generations were very disrespectful to China, which had been kind to him several times and was the mother country of their own culture, but they rewarded it with two big fireworks and always treated him like a son. The eagle sauce was treated with humiliation and licking to the best of its ability.
Its citizens are also extremely flattering to the white-skinned garrison who once taught them a lesson.
This kind of habit is almost known to the whole world in later generations. When Zhu Su heard that Fujiwara, a high-ranking official, was captured by the Japanese pirates but instead worked for them, he thought that this guy must also be a coward who is greedy for life and afraid of death and has a weak will. Sure enough, once this strategy was tried, it worked. Fujiwara, who was originally complacent about his identity, has now fallen into deep self-doubt.
For the next three days, Fujiwara did not dare to leave the post house easily. Even if he went out, he would carefully take off his official robe and put on ordinary common people's linen clothes. Afraid of being pointed out by people walking down the street. He even asked to see Zhu Su several times and wanted to leave this place as soon as possible.
When Yao Guangxiao and Shao Biao came to report, Zhu Su, who was having breakfast with Zhu Xi and Zhu Di, could hardly hold back his laughter: This Japanese actually felt ashamed of himself because of his Japanese identity.
(End of chapter)
