After Liang Chuan did something bad, he suddenly seemed to realize something. No, it should be said that he took life and death lightly. When he got up the next day, he sat cross-legged in the middle of the room with his arms crossed, not wanting to do anything, as if he was waiting for something. advent.
The food and wine delivered were extremely rich, including rice, side dishes and fish. Liang Chuan ate with gusto as if he was eating his last meal. When Liang Chuan was given the decapitation meal in Weiyuan Building Prison, Liang Chuan couldn't bear it, but now he can eat it calmly. After all, he was the one who brought this matter to light and he can't blame others.
He sat down after eating, ate after sitting, and slept after eating. Liang Chuan did nothing. He thought that someone would kill him, but at least the owner of the house would come to him to discuss becoming a soldier. No one!
One day passed, two days passed, and a week passed. Liang Chuan seemed to have been forgotten. Could it be that what he did that day was done by a ghost? No response to this? Has the culture of the island country been so open since ancient times?
Ten days have passed, but the house suddenly became lively. The slaves came in and out to buy various things. There were even more guests. Most of them were samurai with Tsukiyo haircuts and sabers hanging from their waists.
That night, the servant came to tell the story: "The hero has been invited to the main hall to drink."
Liang Chuan asked Agou to translate and said, "Can you bring this friend with you?" As the saying goes, we share blessings and hardships, but Agou couldn't eat a few decent meals with him all day long. This time the proprietor invites me, there must be good wine and good food, how can I let you miss it?
The servant thought about the master but didn't say anything. There were many other people who also had slaves, so they didn't say much.
Ah Gou changed into men's clothes. There is really not much difference between men and women in her look, because ordinary men in the island country also have long hair. Moreover, due to long-term malnutrition, the dog's body is as thin as a monkey, no different from a man.
The main hall is not in the middle of the house, but the most luxurious and spacious room. It is the place where the master entertains guests and friends. The servant took Liang Chuan for a long time before arriving. Liang Chuan looked at the house. Thick layers of rain fell on the double eaves of the roof. of snow, it can be regarded as the most luxurious house here.
As soon as he walked in, Liang Chuan realized that he was late. A series of sharp dagger-like glances were directed at him, but Liang Chuan was not afraid at all and turned these glances back with a sneer.
Looking around the main hall, there is a huge screen in the middle, with a picture of a tiger entrenched on the rocks. There is a plan in front of the screen, and a graceful and noble man is sitting in the middle. Liang Chuan is too far away to see clearly. What.
There are also banquets on both rows of the main hall, but the size is much smaller, and each piece is small. The back is full of warriors, all of them have unruly faces, laughing loudly, and making a lot of noise among the banquets. .
Liang Chuan stood at the door. The door was almost completely blocked. The hall instantly became quiet. Everyone had never seen such a tall and powerful man. A wave of hostility arose spontaneously. They were all regarded as honored guests by this Genji. Yes, relying on his own skills, this man can take advantage of a lot on the battlefield just with his body. If their status is squeezed out, they will naturally be full of hostility.
The servant led Liang Chuan to the last seat in the last row. After all, the other seats were all occupied, so he had to settle for the last seat.
Anyway, it’s just eating and drinking, and you might get stabbed later, so you can’t be too pushy.
Liang Chuan sat down fearlessly under everyone's hot and hostile eyes. His eyelids couldn't help but jump wildly when he saw the people's cannibalistic eyes. This scene was too scary. He gently pulled Liang Chuan's clothes a few times and Liang Chuan touched them. She held her hand and glanced at her, indicating that she didn't need to worry.
The general gave the order, and everyone picked up their bowls and chopsticks to eat and drink. The alcohol content of the island country was very low, much lighter than the original rice wine, which was the lightest in the Song Dynasty. It only tasted like a faint rice aroma, which was much lighter than the original rice wine. Beer was better. It would be difficult for Liang Chuan to get drunk with this kind of wine.
There is very little red meat on the table, and there is also very little red meat in the wine and dishes eaten these days. Beef is a precious source of meat. There is no way to maintain energy intake, so people can only turn to the ocean. The huge The sea fish are all sea bream, tuna and the like. These fish are not easy to catch. It seems that the fishing technology here is much better than the agricultural technology.
The side dishes on the table are colorful, but there are no fried dishes. Japanese sushi, sashimi and tempura are indispensable. It seems that fish has been the island country’s business card since ancient times. The snow-white and crystal-clear fish fillets are served with a plate of mustard sauce on the side.
Liang Chuan was not interested in anything else, but he was attracted by the green mustard. I don’t have chili peppers on hand. If I could bring this stuff back to the Song Dynasty to expand its cultivation, I believe it would definitely become popular on the dining tables of the Song Dynasty.
Liang Chuan pulled Agou to eat with him. Agou didn't dare to be presumptuous. She was born and raised and accepted the culture of the island country. She knew her identity. Without Liang Chuan, she would never dare to go to such an occasion.
The other warriors were even more furious after seeing this. How could they let their servants dine with them? What about identity? What about dignity?
The general clapped his hands, and a group of graceful women with heavy makeup walked in, followed by a band, playing piano and drums, and the girls began to dance to the rhythm.
Liang Chuan kept stuffing food in his mouth, but his eyes looked at these girls with silly joy, and he looked like a pig brother. He had never seen a kabuki dance. He could tell Yiniang when he returned to Fengshan in the future. Te said.
After three rounds of wine, this pure natural and pollution-free tuna meat dipped in spicy mustard put it in your mouth and the happy taste danced on the tip of your tongue. Paired with a cup of lukewarm teriyaki, looking at the snowflakes falling outside, This life is so uncomfortable!
After three drinks, the atmosphere at the banquet changed subtly. The warriors drank so much that many of them blushed, and their voices became louder as their tongues became louder. The maikos were dancing in the middle, and one person actually took off his coat and ran to the stage to dance with the maikos.
The general didn't seem to like such a messy scene. After another round of applause, the dancers withdrew.
Without the woman, the scene was a little deserted for a while. At this time, someone shouted something and didn't know what he said. The general was very interested and agreed with him.
The two warriors came out from behind the desk and stood in the middle of the hall. Liang Chuan took a look and saw that something was wrong in the atmosphere. Both of them had murderous look in their eyes!
Liang Chuan quickly turned around and asked, "What did you just say?"
Ah Gou said: "Just drinking is boring, why not compete in martial arts to add to the fun!"
It turned out that he wanted to show his worth. Liang Chuan's drink was really worth it. Not only were there delicious food, wine, dancing, and martial arts competitions to support the scene, it would be great if he could do this every day.
The samurai of the island country also have a long tradition. Their world is also full of grievances and grievances, and Wu Wu Er is also applicable to them.
The first-class samurai's sword skills are so superb that they can even split bullets. This is still a hobby. If in this life-and-death era, who is not working hard to hone his sword skills, you can imagine how high the level of samurai in this era is.
The two warriors faced each other face to face, without even being polite. As soon as their hand touched the scabbard, they pulled out the long sword in the blink of an eye. Liang Chuan didn't even see the action of drawing the sword clearly. The blades did not touch each other. You slashed and I slashed at each other's body. Cut off the fleshy parts.
So direct! Liang Chuan's scalp went numb when he saw it. He thought he would use a wooden knife or other props, but he didn't expect that he would risk his life with a real thing!
The standard for the sharpness of a Japanese sword is based on how many people can be chopped open with one strike. The shadow of the sword in the hall is impermanent, and a cold light flashes across everyone's eyes.
Every move of the two warriors was extremely ruthless and cunning, and the sound of the blade cutting through the air made people shudder. Liang Chuan had no doubt that if this sword was struck, he would be rated as a first-level disabled person.
The battle did not last as long as expected. Instead, after one of the men was stabbed, the general immediately stopped the contest and had someone bring a plate of copper coins as a reward to the victor.
Blood spurted all over the floor. Liang Chuan looked at the pool of blood and no longer had the desire to eat.
The injured warrior retreated bitterly, and immediately another person jumped out. It is the nature of the samurai to be brave and ruthless, which is why the Meiji Restoration must resolutely attack the samurai system. These people do not pay attention to all systems except samurai, and if they let it go, they will become unstable factors in society.
People fight in the ring one after another, and no matter how effective they are, they will inevitably be defeated after a few rounds of fighting. Liang Chuan glanced at the entire hall with his peripheral vision. Most of the warriors had appeared. Even those who were injured had an expression of "I am honored to be injured", which made Liang Chuan scold them for being sick.
The last samurai was so murderous that he cut the opponent into pieces even though he was injured. He defended the ring for several levels and did not dare to challenge again.
At this time, the warrior turned his head and glanced at Liang Chuan. Liang Chuan knew from the look in his eyes that something was wrong! The warrior chirped again to the general. The general seemed to acquiesce to his request. The warrior was so happy that he showed an expression on his face that he had succeeded and wanted you to look good, and walked towards Liang Chuan with a sinister smile.
The moment he entered the palace from Liangchuan at night, many people were watching him silently, coldly observing his clothes, appearance, words and deeds. Liang Chuan was tall, tall and mighty, but he didn't even have a sword. There were only two possibilities, one was that he didn't know how to use a sword, and the other was that he was so bad that he couldn't even wear a sword. Either way it's very beneficial to them.
Moreover, Liang Chuan looked like a country bumpkin entering the city from the beginning to the end. Even those lowly dancers could drool at the sight. How unexperienced is this? The food on the entire table was almost eaten, and they expected that Liang Chuan was not only a loser, but also someone who was just trying to make ends meet. He didn't even dare to risk his head while others were fighting for fame in the palace.
If you want to be famous tonight, you have to take action on this kid. This has become a fact that almost all samurai know for sure.
