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Chapter 993 Discovery of Japanese Pirates
There is a village on the official road more than 20 miles away from Huating. The village is called Jinwang Village.

The words "Jin" and "Wang" sound very vulgar. But even more vulgar... For example, Qianduo Village, which is more than ten miles away from Jinwang Village, is even more vulgar.

A caravan arrived in Jinwang Village today.

The caravan of dozens of people, driving more than ten carts, said that they had missed their place to stay and gave Muramasa three hundred coins. Muramasa happily arranged for the group to stay in the village and even took the initiative to invite them to have a meal together.

The leading businessman looked quite wealthy and declined with a smile, saying that when doing business outside, most people cooked for themselves.

These people were generous, and Muramasa wanted to make some money from them. After several attempts to persuade them to stop, he returned home angrily and said to his wife, "Damn it, these guys don't look like good people."

The wife was preparing dinner, making pancakes while saying, "Now that Long Wilbur is in Huating, who dares to come?"

"That's right." Muramasa sat down, took a pancake from the small dustpan, used chopsticks to pick up some sauce from the small jar next to it and spread it on the pancake, then took a crescent bite.

He chewed his pancake and said incoherently, "Keep two hundred out of the three hundred coins, and give the rest to those who contributed."

The wife asked, “Is it missing?”

"What the hell! At this time of year, any income is a blessing from heaven. It's a gap between the old and the new, ah!"

The wife was startled. "Come to think of it, things have gotten a lot better since last year. In addition to wild vegetables, at least there is some rice in the pots of the villagers. In previous years..."

The past years were too hard to recall. Muramasa swallowed the biscuit and said, "I have to thank Long Wilbur for this."

"The biogas tank you mentioned."

"Well! After the biogas digester was built, every household will have an increased income." Muramasa suddenly lost his appetite. His wife said, "Didn't those scholars say that... Long Wilbur is a disaster, and he came south this time to bring disaster to our south?"

"Don't listen to the nonsense of those scholars." Muramasa picked up some sauce with chopsticks and put it into his mouth. He licked the tip of the chopsticks and said, "Let's not talk about the biogas tank. When the news of Chang Wei Bo's south came, the county officials became much more polite when they entered the village.

The last time I went to the city, I saw the county magistrate smiling and talking to a farmer who came to file a complaint inside the gate of the county government office. In the past, he would have beaten the farmer out with a big stick, let alone smiling."

"Tsk! Those people are afraid of Long Wilbur." The wife understood. "We are afraid of the officials, and the officials are afraid of Long Wilbur... Most of the officials are not good people. Long Wilbur, who can scare them, is a good person to us."

Muramasa slapped his thigh and said, "You bitch, eh! What you said... makes sense."

His wife said, "It would be nice if Long Wilbur could stay in Songjiang Prefecture for a long time."

"Chang Wei Bo is an important official. He will have to return to the capital to assist His Majesty in governing the country!" Muramasa suddenly laughed, "This time, Mr. Xu is also unlucky. The clerk who came to the village yesterday said that Mr. Xu is now in disgrace.
Hey! What famous official? The Xu family is the largest landlord in Songjiang Prefecture. Where did they get all those fields? They were all taken by trickery and robbery. Damn famous official! Bah! "

Muramasa sneered.

"By the way, a man from the next village came today and asked if we would like to buy land." The wife suddenly said, "The price is 20% lower than before!"

"No." Muramasa said: "Those who buy land at this time are fools. Wait and see, the land price will fall further in the future."

Muramasa was in a good mood. After dinner, he strolled around the village with his hands behind his back, like a tiger patrolling its territory.

The caravan was cooking, and Muramasa asked with a smile if they wanted any sauce or something, but the other party politely declined.

Muramasa staggered back home, slammed the door as soon as he entered, and kicked his eldest son who was picking his teeth out of boredom.

"Dad, what are you doing?" The eldest child was sixteen years old, at the age of rebellion.

"My son, it's a big deal." Muramasa lowered his voice, "When it gets dark later, you should quietly leave the village. Mother of the child."

The wife came out and asked, "What's going on?"

"Prepare some bread and water for the boss."

"What is this for?"

"Women, don't ask too many questions."

While his wife was preparing dry food, Muramasa whispered to the eldest brother, "Go to Huating and ask for an audience at Chang Wei Bo's residence. Remember, people outside the door cannot be trusted. Only those who have come out of Chang Wei Bo's residence can speak..."

"What? Are they going to kick me out?"

"Tell them that this matter can only be discussed after meeting Long Wilbur. Remember, you must meet Long Wilbur. Just now, I saw someone in the caravan making rice balls."

"Rice balls... What's wrong with rice balls? They're delicious." The eldest is growing up, and he's eating me out of money. Muramasa's family doesn't have any surplus food! A lot of wild vegetables are mixed into the rice at home.

"Back then, your father was a militiaman who fought against Japanese pirates. He once found rice balls on the bodies of dead Japanese pirates, which tasted delicious. We in the south, no, we in the Ming Dynasty, don't have those rice balls at all."

"That's... the Japanese pirates?"

"Shut up!" Muramasa covered the boss's mouth. "Those people become quiet when they enter the village. What does business depend on? It depends on being active!
Damn, he's so quiet. I can smell the smell of the sea. That smell! I smelled it on those pirates at the seaside. Those people's eyes... look cold, something is wrong."

……

"The Oiran Contest has begun. I heard that thousands of people have come from the surrounding areas. The city of Huating is very lively."

The caravan was accommodated in several households in the village. Cooking was done in the kitchen. Outside the kitchen, Zhu Yi was squatting in the corner, with Matsuki Yoshiko standing next to him.

"Once thousands of people get into chaos...it will be very lively." There was cruelty in Matsugi Yoshiko's eyes.

"But it's not easy for these hundreds of people to sneak into the city."

The caravan was like a pathfinder, with a main force of more than 200 people following behind.

Zhu Yi, the third leader, was worried that he would not be able to enter the city.

Song Muliangzi said coldly: "I have my own way!"

Zhu Yi smiled and said, "You don't even trust me?"

Matsugi Yoshiko said, "I don't trust anyone." The real Japanese are losers who can't survive in Japan, and their only way out is to become pirates. These people have no country or home, and they have no sense of propriety, righteousness, and shame. They can abandon anything that is beneficial, such as comradeship and long-term friendship.

As their leader and as a woman, if she had not been ruthless enough, the grass on Matsugi Yoshiko's grave would probably be three feet high.

Jiang Qingzhi and she had a common experience in this regard. When you are with a group of wolf-like guys, you have to be ruthless enough.

Zhu Yi thought for a moment, then stood up and patted his butt, "I'm hungry!"

After he went in, Song Muliangzi called his confidant, "Last time, the Luo family said that they would guarantee that we could enter the city, but it's better to be cautious. Let's send a few people to try first."

"Yes." The confidant left.

Song Mu Liangzi leaned against the earthen wall of the kitchen and said softly: "Jiang Qingzhi, those blood debts should be repaid."

Xiao Mu Chun San came over hurriedly, "Chief, someone from the Luo family is coming."

A Japanese pirate brought people from the Luo family into the village. He looked around and when he saw Matsuki Yoshiko, he looked at this woman curiously.

Luo Wending said that this woman was a noble lady from Japan. Because her fiancé was killed by Jiang Qingzhi, she gave up her wealth and led Japanese pirates to harass the coast of Ming Dynasty, vowing to avenge her fiancé.

If this story were to happen in another place, and if a woman from the Ming Dynasty could achieve this, the literati and poets would certainly praise her with a vast amount of poetry and songs.

Just think about it, a noble lady, a weak woman, after her fiancé died, she did not find another man to marry, but chose to remain faithful to him, and even threw away her needle and thread and picked up a long knife to avenge her fiancé.

What kind of spirit is this?
A spirit that makes men feel fulfilled.

In this era where women are regarded as men's vassals, this behavior is worth writing about.

"How is the city?" asked Ogi Haruzo.

The visitor said: "There are powerful people in the city who have been forced by Jiang Qingzhi to raise the flag of rebellion..."

"it is good!"

I don't know when Zhu Yi came out.

"What a great opportunity! Chief." Zhu Yi said with a smile: "As long as someone starts it, there will be endless troubles. By the way, how is Huating doing now? Is it in chaos?"

The man said, "Jiang Qingzhi ordered his cavalry to suppress the rebellion, and ordered his guards to hold their own long swords and kill the five tigers of the Chang family outside the Chang family's gate. The city is still bustling."

"This is a thunderous attack!" Song Muliangzi narrowed her eyes, "Decisive killing... It is indeed Jiang Qingzhi."

There was a hint of sadness in Zhu Yi's eyes.

He didn't want to leave his hometown, and he didn't want to hang out with this group of people. The food was bad, and the accommodation was even worse... Even if he was the third leader, he still only had two rice balls for each meal. Not to mention the accommodation, I don't know if Matsuki Yoshiko was wary of him or what, the three people who lived in the same room with him were all real Japanese.

It is actually very easy to distinguish between real Japanese and fake Japanese. Fake Japanese bathe once in a while and wash their clothes frequently. Real Japanese bathe very seldom and do not wash their clothes for a long time. The dirt on them is so thick that it looks like armor to Zhu Yi.

The smell coming from the three Japanese made Zhu Yi's sleep quality very poor recently.

He hoped that Huating would become chaotic, the more chaotic the better.

He even hoped that the entire South would be in chaos and filled with smoke and war.

It’s good to be in chaos!

Once the world becomes chaotic, who will remember what Zhu Yi has done?
Change the name, raise the flag of rebellion... I'd rather live a more exciting life in a different way.

But Jiang Qingzhi's thundering attack disappointed him.

"But the powerful people in the city are secretly communicating with each other." The visitor said, "My master said that everything has been arranged."

"Who leads the way?" asked Matsuki Yoshiko.

The man said, "I."

"it is good!"

Matsuki Yoshiko asked about the situation in the city.

The night was a reward, and Matsuki Yoshiko asked the visitor to rest.

She stood in the night, looking up at the stars, her eyes calm.

"Chief." Xiao Mu Chun San had just finished his meal. He looked at the profile of Matsuki Yoshiko and could not suppress his admiration. But he was just a samurai of the Matsuki family, which was far from the identity of the only daughter of the Matsuki family.

If the current head of the Matsugi family passed away, Matsugi Yoshiko would be the first heir.

The relationship between the two is equivalent to that of a monarch and his subjects, or a master and servant.

"Chief, he has been gone for many years. It is time for you to start over." Xiao Muchunzo's voice sounded a bit dreamy. "The spring in my hometown is beautiful, with all kinds of wild flowers blooming in the fields, streams flowing, and shepherds singing... Chief, the dead are gone, and the living should not let down such a spring."

Song Mu Liangzi said coldly: "Xiao Mu, this is not what you should say."

"Yes." Ogi Haruzo bowed respectfully and then took his leave.

Watching him disappear into the night, Matsuki Yoshiko closed her eyes, "Who am I living for? Aoki? A lovelorn person dies because of deep love. I seem to... have forgotten him."

After an unknown amount of time, a woman in the yard let out a long sigh.

"Why do people live? Why do I live?"

"It's not for Qingmu. As for killing Jiang Qingzhi, that's just the way I choose to live. I just... for survival."

(End of this chapter)