Imagawa Yoshimoto's resentment began to ferment from the first step into the hotel - out of etiquette, he tried to maintain a normal look when the owner was around - but as soon as the boss left, his resentment almost disappeared
reflected on the face.
The tatami is moldy, and in some places there is no tatami but only thatch.
The dry toilet that serves as a latrine has not been cleaned for an unknown period of time, and it smells of the same sticky smell as when Imagawa Yoshimoto last crawled into a cesspit in Kyoto.
The walls were heavily leaking, and even the ceiling was actually seeping with water.
The kitchen in the back was so dirty that it was hard to see directly, and the slop bucket and cutting board were almost touching each other.
Although Imagawa Yoshimoto did not speak, Ginkgo could see the grief and anger in her mysophobic husband's heart at a glance, so she smiled evilly and spread her hands: "There is really no way, our husband will suffer again."
After that, he took out the mattress from the closet, spread it on a relatively clean tatami, got into bed and fell asleep - it was obviously not time for dinner yet.
"Torachiyo, I regret it." Imagawa Yoshimoto turned around and came out to find Takeda Harunobu, "I really shouldn't have promised you to sleep here for one night. Furuno Castle is obviously so prosperous, why did it become like this?
?”
"Those who are rich go to Furuno Castle to enjoy themselves, and those who have the strength go to Furuno Castle to work hard in exchange for some money. Aren't the rest just the old, weak, sick and disabled? How do you expect this place to be so good?" Takeda Harunobu pointed to the slightly shady buildings nearby.
The deserted farmland is cultivated by elderly farmers and women with children.
"They are all poor people." Imagawa Yoshimoto glanced at the poor people struggling in the mud, and then remembered his complaint about the pickiness of the best hotel in the village, and he couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
"Wander around?" Takeda Harunobu suggested.
"good."
There were no people and no life in the desolate street. As I walked around, Takeda Harunobu's old habit recurred, so he climbed up to the second floor of an empty house to look at the nearby terrain. Imagawa Yoshimoto couldn't resist him, so he
I wandered around the streets casually. After rounding a corner, I found a hawker setting up a stall beside a wall that was half a person tall. After taking a closer look, I realized that "hawker" was a bit too big a statement——
He is just a half-grown child of six or seven years old - but he is really small.
There was a rag in front of him, with some sewing equipment scattered on it. The workmanship was very rough. The cold wind blew, making him shiver while he was naked. His exposed palms, neck, and ankles were all red from the cold.
——Reminds Imagawa Yoshimoto of the way Hayasaka Kochiro looked when he first met him.
He passed by many pedestrians, but no one looked at him seriously. It seemed that he had long been accustomed to the vendors setting up stalls here. But even so, the vendors still shouted hard and promoted their business, which only attracted more people's eyes.
-A few people even spat in front of his shop and cursed, "Hey, isn't this a stinky monkey?" The vendor dared not speak out in anger.
Imagawa Yoshimoto looked at the child in front of him - he was very thin and dark-skinned. He looked like he had been working for the family at a young age and could not afford a few full meals. He was obviously still old enough to have long hair, as the hair on his forehead was
There was a faint tendency to retreat. The face was very pointed, and both ears were very big - like a little monkey. After Imagawa Yoshimoto had such an idea in his heart, he immediately felt a little rude - how could he think of a person like this?
Suffering child?
"This... sir?" The hawker quietly looked at the clothes and behavior of the person in front of him, and realized that this was either a samurai in casual clothes or a pampered nobleman, so he timidly said: "But do you want to buy needlework?
"
"Yeah." Imagawa Yoshimoto nodded subconsciously.
"The little man's needlework is of good quality and cheap. Adults can have as much as they want!" The vendor immediately praised his goods like a monkey offering treasures. Although he is young, he is already more skillful in complimenting than ordinary vendors. "
I did a divination before going out today, and it was said to be very auspicious. As expected, I met such an honored guest as yourselves. I am really lucky for you! You may choose, my lords, but I will make it cheaper for you!"
"Why did you start doing business at such a young age?" Imagawa Yoshimoto was still moved by sympathy and couldn't help but asked in a low voice, "Where are the family members?"
"My father is seriously ill, and my mother can't handle the work alone. I'm here to help out and earn some money for my father's medicine." The hawker still maintained the smile on his face, but when he mentioned his father's illness, his smile changed.
It has to be a little bitter.
Seeing the child in front of him trying his best to flatter his father for his livelihood and his father's illness, Imagawa Yoshimoto felt a little sad. He took out a silver ingot from his arms, then slightly bent his knees, bent down, and handed the silver ingot to the vendor.
The hawker had never seen such a big piece of silver in his life. His eyes suddenly widened. He was stunned for a long time before he realized what he was doing. He hurriedly stretched out his two dirty dark hands to take the silver ingot. He didn't mind that his hands were dirty, so he took the silver ingot.
He put it into his mouth, fearing that the silver ingot would fly away. He took a small bite and was immediately stunned - it was the finest silver.
Imagawa Yoshimoto picked up the needles and threads on the ground, picked a small handful of copper needles with the worst workmanship and the least likely to be sold at first glance, put them in his arms, and then whispered: "I wish your father a speedy recovery."
"Ah...ah! Thank you, sir! The gentleman quickly fell to the ground and knocked his forehead against the cold, hard ground.
"Go back early, it will get cold in a while." Imagawa Yoshimoto himself felt that the temperature had dropped a bit, not to mention the ragged children in front of him.
After a brief farewell, Imagawa Yoshimoto took a detour to find Takeda Harunobu, who had just climbed down from the house. After Takeda Harunobu listened to the story told by Imagawa Yoshimoto, he immediately laughed and ridiculed Imagawa Yoshimoto.
:
"You must have been deceived again, kind-hearted Wulang. Have you forgotten that when we first went to Luo a few years ago, someone said, 'I want to see my father for the last time, and I don't care if you borrow the horse'? In the end, it wasn't stolen.
Your horse was resold to someone else. The same goes for this hawker. What about the 'critically ill father'? Everyone can weave a set of tear-jerking sad past events, as many as the stories of the girls in the whale house. How can you still believe it?
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This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Haha, as sharp and ruthless as ever." Imagawa Yoshimoto just smiled, seemingly no longer interested in arguing with Takeda Harunobu.
"What did you buy?" Takeda Harunobu looked at the things in Imagawa Yoshimoto's arms with some curiosity.
"Needle and thread." Imagawa Yoshimoto took out a pair of copper needles he just bought from his clothes, "I gave him an ingot of silver."
Takeda Harunobu was stunned and stared blankly at the handful of copper needles.
"Are you going to laugh at me, 'This thing is worth a piece of silver'?" Imagawa Yoshimoto seemed to have guessed Takeda Harunobu's lines.
"How about we follow over and have a look?" However, Takeda Harunobu did not answer. Instead, he looked around eagerly, "Where did you meet the vendor just now?"
"Over there." Imagawa Yoshimoto raised his hand and pointed, and Takeda Harunobu took Imagawa Yoshimoto's raised hand and walked in that direction.
"What's wrong?" Imagawa Yoshimoto laughed dumbly.
"Go and see if that vendor went to get medicine for his father after getting the money, and see if he lied to you." Takeda Harunobu replied with a smile, walking faster and faster, and Imagawa Yoshimoto almost followed.
Not on.
"Okay, okay, why don't I admit that I was deceived? Do I have to be exposed on the spot and lose all face?" Imagawa Yoshimoto smiled as if he was admitting defeat, "Why do you have to go see it? Come back quickly.
Let’s stay overnight.”
"Go and have a look. Only by letting you see with your own eyes how badly you were deceived can you learn a lesson next time." However, this time Takeda Harunobu refused to listen and dragged Imagawa Yoshimoto away without looking back.
Taking a step forward, "Quick, lead the way!"
"There is really no way..." Imagawa Yoshimoto's face was full of reluctance.
Hurrying slowly, Imagawa Yoshimoto and Takeda Harunobu finally caught up with the vendor - he was hunched over, carrying a small package on his shoulders, and walking quickly westward. Just beside the street he passed,
There was a pharmacy - he obviously had no intention of stopping, but walked straight over.
"Okay, okay, I was deceived. There is no seriously ill father at all. My compassion is overflowing again. I regret it. Can we go back?" Imagawa Yoshimoto smiled begging for mercy, but Takeda Harunobu still insisted.
, but in turn defended Imagawa Yoshimoto:
"Maybe there are other pharmacies ahead, keep following and taking a look!"
"Don't you think our lines are reversed?" Imagawa Yoshimoto protested angrily.
"It's not important, come with me." Takeda Harunobu couldn't help but retorted and made up his mind again, "If you go back now, you will definitely be lucky again. I have to let you, Goro, hit the wall in person to repent."
Imagawa Yoshimoto was held by Takeda Harunobu's hand, walking in the evening of the first month of the year. The more he thought about it, the more awkward he became - if he and Ginkgo were walking together under the full moon, it would be a kind of romance - and what kind of man could he be with Takeda Harunobu? More
Not to mention that Kai has always had a tradition of good masculinity.
So the two grown men followed the hawker in a sneaky way. The road became more and more desolate and remote, and the security situation was not very good. At this time, Imagawa Yoshimoto felt that it was not bad to go with Takeda Harunobu -
—At least you won’t be targeted.
Even the two grown men felt that the road at night was a bit eerie, but the little hawker walked on it with ease and was not afraid at all - it seemed that he was used to it. Even at such a young age, he was already so able to endure hardships -
- This reminded Imagawa Yoshimoto of the ginkgo biloba in her childhood - but now she can enjoy happiness. Of course, this vendor does not have such a good life.
Who told him to be born in a poor peasant family? There is nothing he can do about it.
However, the hawker didn't feel any sadness. Instead, he was cheerful and skipping ahead. You could still vaguely hear the song he was humming - it was probably because of the happiness brought by this windfall.
Next to the pile of straw beside the road, there were several farmhouses. Imagawa Yoshimoto saw another group of children playing there. They seemed to know the vendor. After seeing him from a distance, they began to wave and say hello - to be precise, it was not a greeting.
-- but laughing at it.
"Hey, isn't this the monkey setting up a stall? The monkey is here! Hahaha..."
