48 Hours a Day

Although Japan is now in turmoil and not peaceful everywhere, this also indirectly gives rise to a lot of work opportunities, especially for samurai. Today, the situation is unclear, the style between the clans is recruiting horses, actively saving up the principal money to watch the follow-up. Compared with the post-Meiji abolitionist knife order, not only do the samurai lose their jobs, but they can't even find the tools to kill themselves. The end of the road is much better.

Especially the masters, who are now waiting for the price, whether they are Satanists or inverters, are now actively fighting for help.

However, Zhang Heng had little interest in this path. Once he joined a certain party, he did not have to worry about food and clothing, but also lost his freedom. In this era, he spoke of the absolute obedience of the minister to the head of the family. If he was assigned a task he did not want to carry out, he could not refuse, and in case of backing, he would be used as cannon ash.

In addition to getting a good knife that suits him, Zhang Heng's purpose is to challenge the master and find a breakthrough time for his knife method, so the Shogun is fine, Samoa clan is fine, he doesn't want to fix his position on which side, it is the best choice.

In fact, if he wants to make money, he doesn't have to rely on this samurai status. There are a lot of foreign traders in Kyoto today, and compared to others, Zhang Heng has mastered a lot of foreign languages. No matter what the age, translators are always scarce. He can get paid by translating those foreign traders, and he can also visit Kyoto for free.

After deciding on the idea, Zhang Heng was ready to take a look at the pier first. It was late. If he could not talk about a business before sunset, he would probably be staying on the street.

Zhang Hengzheng was about to leave, but suddenly heard a voice calling.

“My lord, would you like a roasted eel skewer? ”

Zhang Heng bowed her head and saw a frightened little face. It was a little girl, about 11 or 12 years old, holding a food box and selling it to Zhang Heng. She took up courage but also looked a little nervous. Her hand holding the food box was trembling.

However, Zhang Heng hasn't responded yet. On the other side, one of her slightly older companions pulled her away.

Although the latter lowered her voice, Zhang Heng still heard her, “Chiyo, don't mess with the wanderers, they are dangerous guys. ”

A little girl named Chiyo looked at Zhang Heng again, and the two of them walked back and avoided Zhang Heng as a “dangerous figure”, but they accidentally hit the other side.

Chiyo's companion raised his head and his face turned white, stuttering, “Yes... sorry, I didn't see you. ”

“Rude kid," the person who was hit was also dressed as a samurai, but the deity was better than a deserter like Zhang Heng, there were two companions around him, with a few intoxications on his face, it seemed like he had just drunk flower wine somewhere, he used the booze to turn the food box in the hands of the girls directly, yelled, "This country is because of you idiots, let the Westerners bully you! ”

“Brother Yamada, be discreet, just be heard by the new group of guys.” His companions persuaded him.

“Afraid of what? Matsuo, the times are different,” The samurai named Yamada is fearless, “not to mention I've long wanted to teach Yoshi Kondo's natural mind flow. ”

Yamada shouted loudly, but his two companions heard the words of the new selection group, but couldn't help but look to the left and right. After the Ikedaya incident, Yoshi Kondo and his group of nomads became famous in the first battle, winning the name of the Wolf of Nonsei. They were staunch supporters of the Shogun, helping the Shogun to maintain law and order around Kyoto, while dealing with the inverters, striking hard, assassinating extremely well, everywhere the sincere flag, everyone saw the color change.

Matsuo did not know why Yamada suddenly mentioned the Sha Xing group, he made an eye on the other side of Takahashi, seemingly complaining about why Takahashi had just given Yamada so much wine.

They wanted to walk out of Yamada before things got bigger, but they didn't think Yamada was getting crazier and crazier. Not to mention the foreigners, not to mention the foreigners, he thought of the anger all these years, and pulled out a knife between his waist.

Matsuo and Takahashi also dared not go forward, Yamada went mad, but the martial arts are not bad. Not only are the three of them headed by him, but they are also small famous in the collapsed samurai circle, neither Matsuo nor Takahashi want to touch this mold.

By then, the two little girls selling roasted eel skewers had all been frightened.

Forgetting to escape, he stood still and watched Yamada pull out his long knife. In the sun, a compelling cold light existed.

Yamada's eyebrows crossed, he was just trying to pull out a knife to scare the two kids in front of him and watch them piss their asses off, but the other party's motionless appearance is now regarded by him as a silent struggle, plus he's still drunk and can't help but recall some bad memories.

He had reason to resent. As a samurai of the Changzhou clan, three years ago he followed radical Kusaka Xuanrui into the King of Jingqin. At that time, he was tempered. However, the change of doors did not win the guard of Kyoto. Kusaka Xuanrui committed suicide. Then the Shogun joined forces with the British, American, French and Dutch offensive to force the Changzhou clan to succumb. One of the curtain leaders, Jin Takasuki, was forced to wander. Naturally, these warriors involved in the change of doors had no good fruits to eat.

So Yamada's knife was both drunk and angry over the unfinished ambition in his chest. He saw the two kids in front of him, he couldn't hide, and he was still “resisting". He had to be angry from his heart to his guts, so he had to wave the knife to really cut it off.

Zhang Heng frowned, he had nothing to do with the two little girls selling roasted eel skewers, and had little interest in improving the security of Kyoto at the end of the scene, but it was hard to say that the other party had suffered to avoid his “evil man” after all, and Zhang Heng didn't have a good time watching the two really cut to death by a drunken and mad samurai.

However, when he was about to pull the knife, his eyes moved and he dropped his hand, while Yamada on the other side had raised the knife in his hand in the shouts of the passers-by, but when his knife was about to fall on Chiyo and her companion's head, it was held by a wooden knife.

“How many visitors?” Yamada drank loudly and blew his beard staring at him, while his chest was still tumbling violently.

“Little Mountain Dojo, Little Sansy.” Someone replied, the tone was crisp.

Unexpected by the passers-by, it was a young woman with a wooden knife in one hand and a tuna just bought in the market in the other.