"Why are your eyes so big? Do you want to eat people?" Jiang Yuntian asked in a sneer.
The man with the scar stared coldly at the sword in Jiang Yuntian's hand, and said in a deep voice: "People are dying everywhere now, from starvation, cold, and hacking. One more is not more, and one less is not more."
"Indeed, one or twenty more are not much."
For Jiang Yuntian, having dozens of lives on his hands is indeed not much.
"But my brother said that everything must be done on a first-come, first-served basis. I will give this restaurant to you tonight."
Jiang Yuntian walked sideways first, and Song Che pulled Coco behind him. The man's fierce eyes followed them out of the tavern.
Four carriages loaded with goods were parked outside the tavern, exuding a strong smell of sea salt. The first carriage had a flagpole on it. In addition to the "horse" flag, there was also a yellow silk scarf tied to the pole.
It's true that you can't find anything without wearing iron shoes, and it doesn't take any effort to get it.
"Is there a way to pull off the yellow scarf?" Song Che asked in a low voice.
Jiang Yuntian glanced at the two guards who were shivering with cold, shrugged his shoulders, and said it was easy.
Song Che went to the stable to tie the car. When the car was driven out of the tavern, Jiang Yuntian jumped up, took out the yellow scarf from his arms and handed it to Song Che:
"Don't tell me you're trying to wipe your ass with it."
"It's much more useful than wiping your butt."
Song Che tied the yellow scarf to the roof of his car.
"Brother Jiang, do you think those people are bodyguards invited by the Ma family?"
"Bodyguards don't drink."
"Is that the doorman?"
"I think it's more like gangzhong."
This is not good news.
The rich are not to be feared, nor are the powerful. The most difficult ones are those without shoes, those wearing straw sandals, and those barefoot.
Two miles along the main road, there is indeed an abandoned kiln, towering like a chimney. Half of it collapsed, and the other half is about to collapse, but I hope it won't be tonight.
There was a fire in the kiln, and there should be other people there. Within a radius of dozens of miles, this was the only place that had more shelter from the wind and snow.
Song Che tied the carriage while Jiang Yuntian got into the kiln first, but as soon as he took a look inside, he immediately backed out.
"No place left?" Song Che asked.
Jiang Yuntian gently uttered two words:
"Japanese pirates."
This sentence made Song Che's scalp numb, and he quickly untied the rope.
Jiang Yuntian added: "Of course, I have some guesses."
"You..." Song Che sighed, "Don't scare me, okay?"
If they were really Japanese pirates, they would have rushed out and killed them long ago.
Song Che took off his yellow scarf and held it in his left hand, while his right hand was retracted into the cuff of his sleeve to hold a musket. If he was not a Japanese pirate, he would live with him. If he was a Japanese pirate, he would occupy the magpie's nest!
With Jiang Yuntian in front, Song Che and Ke Ke behind, the three of them walked into the earthen kiln one by one.
In the earthen kiln, seven or eight clothed men gathered around the fire to keep warm. Although they were wearing Liang people's clothes, they didn't look like good men either horizontally or vertically.
Ever since Song Che and others entered the earthen kiln, the men's eyes had not moved away. They put their hands into their robes. Unlike the Han people who drew their swords with their forehand, the handles of the Japanese swords of the Japanese pirates were very long, and they were used to holding the swords with their backhand.
These people are 100% Japanese pirates!
Japanese pirates disguised as civilians!
Just then I met a killer disguised as a Japanese pirate, and then I met a Japanese pirate disguised as a civilian. This Taizhou is really chaotic.
Song Che shook the yellow scarf in his hand intentionally or unintentionally.
The Japanese pirates communicated with each other with their eyes, and then took their hands out of their robes.
There were a lot of dry firewood scattered in the earth kiln. Jiang Yuntian was responsible for picking up and setting up the frame. Song Che walked towards the group of men while rubbing his hands and smiled:
"It's so cold today!"
They seemed to know Song Che's purpose. When they saw a relatively square-looking man, he pulled a fire stick from the fire and handed it to Song Che, and responded with a smile:
"It's quite cold."
Very pure mandarin.
There may not necessarily be ronin among the Japanese pirates, and ronin may not be able to speak Mandarin.
"Thank you very much, fellow."
Song Che took the fire stick and asked intentionally: "We are travelers from Chuzhou. Where do you fellow villagers come from?"
The man only replied: "Tongzhou."
"Tongzhou, I know you very well, my sister-in-law is from Tongzhou," Song Che greeted again with a smile: "fellow fellows, it's rare for us to stay together in a kiln. I still have some big cakes here, I will bring some for you to eat. "
The man stared at the fire stick and said softly: "Your fire is almost out."
Song Che smiled and said no more, went back and lit the fire.
There was an extra fire, and the kiln was burned brighter and warmer. The group of Japanese pirates never even glanced at Song Che and the others.
Now that the coastline is gradually being blocked, many ronin are not going back, but are unable to go back. They pretend to be civilians and live in brothels, most likely to avoid being chased by officers and soldiers.
Of course, if you live under the same roof with a pack of wolves, the reason why they don't eat you is either you are not tasty or they are not hungry yet.
The sound of falling snow was really making people sleepy. Keke slept soundly wrapped in a quilt, but Song Che and Jiang Yuntian didn't sleep a wink.
The Japanese pirates were silent the whole time, neither drinking water, nor moving, nor sleeping.
Jiang Yuntian elbowed Song Che and wiped his neck, signaling to send them to the west.
Ronin's fighting power has always been good, and there are eight people on the other side. The space in the earthen kiln is small. If a melee really breaks out, Jiang Yuntian has to look first and last. There are many risks combined, so he can't take action easily.
"I have a plan that kills two birds with one stone..."
Song Che whispered a few words into Jiang Yuntian's ear.
"What if they don't take the bait?" Jiang Yuntian was worried.
"It doesn't hurt to try."
Song Che cleared his throat and asked the men:
"Hey, fellow, it's a long night, do you have any wine with you?"
The square-faced man who could speak Mandarin before shook his head.
"well!"
Song Che slapped his thigh and sighed heavily:
"Two miles ahead, there is a tavern. The aroma of soju makes people drool. We just passed by and wanted to buy a dime to ward off the cold. Unexpectedly, a caravan came and bought all the wine for ten taels of silver a jar. He got off and booked all the guest rooms... Damn it, this world is really unfair, the rich drink and eat meat and live in inns, while the poor have to squat in earthen kilns!"
He looked for the square-faced man to resonate again: "Don't you think so, fellow?"
The square-faced man originally looked innocent, but now his eyes lit up. He asked: "How many people are there in that caravan? How can they be so arrogant?"
Song Che said: "There must be about ten people, four or five fully loaded trucks. His mother's, more than ten people, drank thirty jars of wine, drunk them to death!"
The light in the square-faced man's eyes jumped faster than the firelight. He whispered to his colleagues beside him. For a moment, the lifeless crowd became active.
Finally, they all got up and walked out of the brothel.
"Fellow, where are you going? It's so windy and snowy outside." Song Che asked.
The square-faced man only left one sentence: "Let's go get some wine." The group of people walked out of the earthen kiln wrapped in clothes and quickly disappeared into the wind and snow.
If the meat is very delicious, no matter how full the wolf is, he will take a few more bites.
"There's something good to watch tonight."
Song Che took out the telescope, came to the entrance of the earthen kiln, and looked at the sporadic firelight two miles away.
Jiang Yuntian also came over, "Do you think the wolf will be able to eat meat tonight?"
Song Che said: "It depends on how drunk the other person is."
Jiang Yuntian said: "What if they know the Ma family caravan?"
"But I feel like they only recognize this."
Song Che smiled and waved the yellow silk scarf in his hand.
