48 Hours a Day

Does Gabrielle have to complain in her heart about what these Oriental samurai are, stuck together for something that doesn't make any sense? Isn't it just a knife? Why don't you just keep it? Are you afraid someone might steal it? It's unnecessary to be stuck here right now just for the sake of a little sesame green bean size thing.

The French businessman wiped the sweat on his forehead while persuading Zhang Heng, while others walked to the waitress to whisper two words.

Ultimately, the maid said, "You can carry ribs, but the knife must stay. ”

Zhang Heng knew that this was the biggest concession he could make, and of course he didn't want this to lead to a soup trip tonight, so he nodded to agree to the other party's request.

However, Zhang Heng did not hand over his knife to the maid, but plugged it into the open space in the courtyard and said, "Don't touch it, I will take it with me when I leave. ”

The maid had no objection to this, and said once again, “Welcome to Rikkichi, allow me to make up for my previous disrespect. ”

Without waiting for Zhang Heng to say anything, she drew a sword from her waist and turned to stab herself in the chest.

It all happened so quickly that the French businessman did not even realize what had happened, and the tip of the knife had pierced the maid's delicate skin, about to pierce her heart, yet it was held by a sheath at this moment.

“No, I've forgiven you.” Zhang Heng held the rib difference.

And Gabrielle on the other side has been stunned! God, these guys are crazy, and he complained about the waitress in his heart before when he talked to Heng, but this remedy scares him more now than ever.

It's just a little mistake. No, it's not even a little mistake. This waitress is just doing her job. Is that necessary? French businessmen shook their heads.

Zhang Heng was very clear, but I'm afraid a single person in this tea house is not only a martial artist, but also a fallen dead man.

Because only the dead can be so indifferent to life, not only to the lives of others, but also to their own lives.

“Please follow me.” Despite such a small interlude in the middle, the boss and his wife still do not change colour and guide themselves in the front.

Zhang Heng also retracted the rib difference, if nothing happened to follow, Gabrielle stood still for a while before quickly following.

The boss opened a barrier door and there were already some people sitting there, mostly samurai, beside some accompanying geisha.

One of them is playing the traditional Japanese musical instrument trio, the other two are dancing and the rest are pouring wine to the Guest.

Seeing a French businessman come in, one of the older samurai rose to welcome him, while introducing the identity of Gabrielle to others. On this occasion, Zhang Heng's eyes also swept away the people sitting there. The guy suspected of Hanjiro Nakamura did not see it, but accidentally met an acquaintance.

Makoto Takeuchi.

The latter used to come with Yamada to provoke Xiaoshan Dojo. After Yamada was chopped off one hand, Zhang Hengwon thought that Takeuchi would come forward to avenge his companion's hand. However, he did not expect this guy to claim to be his opponent, and took people away silently. However, it was because of this capital that Zhang Heng also remembered him.

Takeuchi's face suddenly changed when he saw Zhang Hengfu. He didn't seem to expect the latter to appear here tonight. However, he finally squeezed out a smile and nodded at Zhang Hengfu.

“Takeuchi, did you know each other before?” The older samurai saw the scene in his eyes, curious.

“Kind of on the brink of something.” The smile on Takeuchi's face is somewhat forceful, because what happened at Koyama Dojo is too embarrassing, and he obviously doesn't want to go into detail here either.

With the introduction of the elderly samurai, Zhang Heng was probably able to figure out the identity of this group of people in the house now. They are basically the samurai of Changzhou and Samoa. However, Zhang Heng did not see Matsuo and Takahashi in it. He was not expected to be of any rank and could not attend the banquet tonight.

Zhang Heng did not forget his job, sat down and translated Gabrielle's questions to others before translating Gabrielle's answers into the past, but at this stage, both sides were talking about some nutritious guest words, including Gabrielle's impression of Kyoto, the current situation in France, and the situation in Europe. The elderly samurai apologized to the French businessman, saying that the owner would have to wait a while before he could arrive, and Gabrielle nodded his understanding.

It has to be admitted that at this time in Japan, many people have begun to study and understand the world from the West, and that the inverters are no longer as hostile to the Westerners as the early Tsongwang Mayi faction, and instead have begun to compete with the Shogun for the support of the Powers, which also makes the Shogun side, headed by Tokugawa Celebration, increasingly worried.

However, these things have nothing to do with Zhang Heng.

Both sides chatted for a while and food was brought to the table.

In the Edo period, only fish and poultry were eaten in Japan (even fish meat, the ruling class was expensive for low-fat fish, with no mouth blessing at all), and the Shogun promulgated regulations to that effect, according to which basically nothing could be eaten on four legs, and even people were exiled for abandoning sick cows and horses in wasteland… Of course, the regulations were not entirely absolute, for example, weaker mothers, patients could still get acquiescence to eat some venison pork or something.

Moreover, it turns out that nothing in the law can stop the food. Although there are regulations first, people eat meat secretly all over the country. Meat selling places are called monster houses, and meat sellers generally only say to buy medicines. Shogun General Tokugawa Kyung-hee himself is said to love to eat pork. Of course, as a spiritual idol, the Emperor probably can't eat these good things.

And most of the samurai here tonight are advocates of learning like the West. There is not much taboo about this. To entertain Gabrielle, the teahouse also specially prepared a red leaf pot.

The so-called red leaf, is the black language of venison. The red leaf pot, or venison hot pot, is served with tofu, pills and green vegetables. The flavour is quite delicious. It is popular in Kyoto. It makes people's index fingers sound loud just because it looks like it, coupled with the beauty, French businessmen are obviously quite popular.

The elderly samurai reached out and smiled at the reception, “Here you go. ”

Gabrielle grabbed the chopsticks in an awkward position, but asked before she started, "Don't we have to wait for the owner? ”

“It's okay, I'm told we can start first.” The old samurai grinned, "As for the big deal, it's not too late to talk about it later. ”

“If that's the case, then I'm welcome. ”