Courtyard House: Purchasing Agents' Comeback from the Great Famine

Wang Feng was worried that there wouldn't be enough time, so after thinking about it, he moved the sixteen people to the ten-times-faster-time zone.

With a thought, a large basin of water was splashed at the sixteen people, who were instantly awakened.

"Baka! Who dares to splash water on this old man?"

"Baka yarou..."

The sixteen people started cursing as soon as they woke up, but Wang Feng couldn't understand a word of it except for the fact that "baka yarou" was an insult.

Wang Feng, carrying a large sword weighing over a hundred pounds, walked up to the sixteen men and, without wasting words, went straight to the point:

"Who among you speaks Mandarin?"

Upon hearing this, the sixteen people suddenly came to their senses. When they saw that they were bound together with sweet potato vines like rice dumplings and were in an unfamiliar environment, they were immediately terrified.

However, there were two stubborn individuals who started hurling insults at Wang Feng.

"You bastard, you're dead! Let me go right now, or I'll slaughter your whole family!"

"You idiot! Let me go! I'm the leader of the Black Dragon Society! You think you can get away with this in Nagasaki?"

Just like before, Wang Feng didn't understand a single word except for the first "Baka yarou".

Without wasting words, he knew that since the two men didn't speak the Dragon Language, they were useless to him. He picked up his broadsword and went to their side. Amid their curses and fear, he swiftly brought down his sword.

"Pfft."

The two heads fell to the ground instantly, blood spurting three feet high, splattering the blood all over the people nearby.

"what!"

"Aaaaaah!"

"Father!"

"Big brother!"

Upon seeing this man, without saying a word, he chopped off the man's head right in front of them. The remaining fourteen men screamed in terror, their bodies trembling like leaves.

Wang Feng revealed a devilish smile, looked at the remaining fourteen people, and asked in a deep voice:

"I'll ask you one more time, does anyone here speak Mandarin?"

"I...I can!"

One of the middle-aged men looked terrified, but he still answered in broken Chinese. He was really scared because the demon was standing right next to him, and if things went in order, he would be the next one to lose his head.

Wang Feng was overjoyed to finally hear someone speak Mandarin, but he still asked again:

"Besides him, who else among you speaks Mandarin?"

After a long while, no one answered; everyone was trembling violently, showing their fear.

"Sir, I speak Mandarin. Please don't hurt my wife and children. I'm willing to be your dog. I'll do whatever you ask," the middle-aged man said in Mandarin.

Wang Feng looked at the middle-aged man who could speak Mandarin and smiled slyly: "What's your name? Don't worry, I just want to learn the language here. As long as you teach me as quickly as possible, I won't kill your wife and children."

"Hi! Thank you, sir. My name is Yamamoto Ichiro. I will teach you the language of the Great Dog Empire as quickly as possible."

Wang Feng nodded. He had almost forgotten that Little Days Kingdom also had an official name, the Great Dog Empire, and their emperor was called His Majesty the Dog Emperor. It was really quite funny.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. The Dragon Kingdom he's in is the official name of the country, and many people also call it the Great Xia Kingdom, but fewer people use that name after the country was founded.

Wang Feng didn't want to waste time. Under the horrified gazes of the crowd, he waved his hand and sent the remaining thirteen people back to the spatial warehouse.

Upon seeing this, Yamamoto Ichiro's eyes widened, his expression one of utter disbelief. How could thirteen such large people simply vanish with a wave of his hand? Was this person some kind of deity from the Dragon Kingdom?

Wang Feng didn't want to waste any more words and coldly said, "Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask. Just teach me the language of the Great Dog Empire, and I will release you."

"Yes, sir! Don't worry, I will do my best to teach you the language of the Great Dog Empire," Yamamoto Ichiro assured him.

Wang Feng nodded, untied the sweet potato vines from Yamamoto Ichiro's body, led him to a prepared open space, took out paper and pen, and let him begin teaching.

Yamamoto Ichiro dared not be negligent in the slightest. This god was a ruthless man who would cut off heads at the drop of a hat. Whether he, his wife, and his children could live or not depended on whether he could satisfy this god.

He immediately began teaching from the very basics, explaining things in great detail so that the deity could understand.

At first, Wang Feng was completely unfamiliar with the local language, but fortunately, he had a photographic memory and learned things very quickly; once he learned something, he could remember it perfectly.

Yamamoto Ichiro was also shocked by the deity's learning ability. In his mind, the person in front of him must be a deity. Otherwise, how could his family be sleeping peacefully at home and wake up in a strange place? Moreover, this deity could make so many people disappear with a wave of his hand. What else could he be but a deity?

He found it perfectly normal for this deity to have such a strong learning ability; after all, it's a deity, isn't it normal for them to learn things quickly?

After ten hours of continuous instruction, Wang Feng has learned basic everyday language and can now converse with Yamamoto Ichiro in simple everyday language.

However, Yamamoto Ichiro couldn't hold on any longer. He threw two steamed buns at Yamamoto Ichiro and told him to rest for six hours before going to sleep himself.

In a space with ten times the time flow rate, ten hours is equivalent to one hour outside, so he has plenty of time.

Once he has fully mastered the local language, he will be able to travel to Tokyo.

Wang Feng arrived at the ginseng field of more than 60 acres, took out food and drinks, ate and drank his fill, brewed a pot of tea, smoked a few cigarettes, and then went to sleep.

Six hours later, when he arrived at the teaching location, Yamamoto Ichiro was already waiting for him.

Without wasting words, Wang Feng stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "Let's continue."

"Hi."

After seven days of continuous instruction, Wang Feng finally mastered the language. Now he can converse fluently with Yamamoto Ichiro, and he can not only speak it but also write it.

During those seven days, Wang Feng only gave Yamamoto Ichiro six hours of sleep each day, and spent the rest of the time teaching him the local language.

Although Yamamoto Ichiro was extremely tired, he dared not utter a single complaint. After all, his family's lives were in the hands of the gods; if he dared to utter a word of complaint, his entire family would have to reunite in the underworld.

Wang Feng had nothing more to teach Yamamoto Ichiro, so he asked him some questions about the Great Dog Empire, such as where the Yasukuni Shrine was, how many people went there to pay their respects to the war criminals every day, how many places were similar to the Yasukuni Shrine, and where they were located.

Yamamoto Ichiro dared not conceal anything and told him everything he knew.

After learning all the information, Wang Feng waved his hand and put Yamamoto Ichiro into his spatial storage. After eating and drinking his fill in the space, he left.