Chapter 20 The style of painting suddenly became strange

After looking Yan Xu up and down for a moment, the red ghost put down the thick wooden stick in his hand, sat down cross-legged, holding a rice ball in one hand and the fried meat in the other, eating with relish, making the Japanese people present, who had only had a few full meals in their lives, couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

Only Yan Xu's eyes slipped down a little. The red ghost would not kneel, but would sit cross-legged. The problem was
Yan Xu satisfied his curiosity and began to think about how to communicate later. After all, he was not here to treat him to a meal. After eating his food, he should at least give him something to cook.

Before Yan Xu could figure out what to do, the well-fed Red Ghost did something that stunned him. She tore off two pieces of animal skin from her body, lay down, and looked at him with a confused look.

Yan Xu suddenly understood, this meant why he didn't move. What the hell! He came to talk about support, bah, he came to talk about cooperation, okay! Why did the style of the painting suddenly become strange?
He quickly asked Sen Yu to translate it, and then Yan Xu shifted his gaze with a headache, and tidied up the opened group of armor.

"Master, that red ghost thought you wanted to have a baby with her." Sen Yu explained with difficulty, with her butt raised high, not daring to look up to see how ugly Yan Xu's face was.

"What's going on? Explain it to me." Yan Xu took a deep breath. He followed Sen Yu's method and brought meat and a big stick. The meat was eaten by the other party, but how could he not know how to use the big stick?
It took a long time to realize that the other party mistook Yan Xu for a ghost, because there were no such tall humans in Japan.

But Yan Xu also brought a lot of delicious food, and the ghost's way of courtship is to bring a delicious meal to feed the person they like. As long as the woman is satisfied, the matter is settled. As for the problem of smell and feeling, these are not a problem in front of delicious food.

It is impossible to get married, at least not now. Besides, that's a ghost. Although Sen Yu hinted that ghosts are very loyal to marriage, Yan Xu doesn't intend to try to see if he is the toughest one.

But Yan Xu did not explicitly refuse. After all, this girl was handsome and her figure hit his bottom line, so he decided to support her.

"Go and ask a carpenter to build a real mountain shrine here. In addition, you teach her some human living habits, and the rest will be taken care of by a few farm women." Yan Xu, whose values ​​​​were influenced by his appearance, shamelessly planned to build a golden house to accommodate the red ghost who had been looking at him with curious eyes, even though the two sides had not even said a word to each other until now.

Quietly looking at the master's skirt that was always tilted to one side, Sen Yu immediately understood what he meant, squeezed his legs together, and immediately obeyed the order.

Kimura, who had never had any opportunity to show his talents, volunteered to hire a carpenter, and after Yan Xu left, Sen Yu began to arrange people to prepare bath water.

Iron pots were ready, and soon large buckets of hot water were used to wash the red ghost's seemingly smooth but actually tough skin. Then the peasant women grabbed the coarse cloth and rubbed it vigorously with their hands.

The red ghost was a little overwhelmed at first, but soon became addicted to the comfort brought by the hot water and the refreshment brought by clean skin, but his eyes would occasionally be kept on the food in the distance.

Hong Gui was still very satisfied with her husband. After all, her father had never brought back such delicious food.

Yan Xu should be thankful for her luck, because when Hong Gui came of age, her father left this safe territory to her and then left alone to find or fight for a new territory.

This is a tradition of ghosts, but usually parents drive away ghosts who have just reached adulthood. It is rare for them to leave on their own like the old red ghost did.

If Old Red Ghost were here, his idea would never be realized.

That guy has seen and eaten before, so the most likely thing is that he can only eat, but it is impossible to ask him to work, let alone cooperate, unless Yan Xu has a power more powerful than ghosts.

At this time, Sen Yu was thinking about what knowledge to teach the red ghost. After all, her master was a human being, not a real ghost, and the power of a ghost was no joke. If something happened, she would not be able to forgive herself even if she committed seppuku to apologize.

While Sen Yu was thinking about the posture, Yan Xu had a dream of pulling a cart all night, and when he woke up in the morning, he felt a sore back. Yan Xu simply threw his underwear into the fire and washed it with warm water, and then started a new day of exercise, because he had realized the importance of the body.

Although yesterday's encounter with the ghost was a bit strange, the purpose was achieved because the red ghost acknowledged the identity of Yan Xu's husband.

According to Mori Yu, ghosts are surprisingly loyal to marriage, similar to lions, which means that a male ghost can have multiple female ghosts as long as the male ghost can feed the female ghosts.

While Yan Xu was thinking about these things, the two daimyo were preparing for war with all their might, causing chaos.

Everyone knew that the war had to end before the autumn harvest, but no one was willing to give up, so both sides decided to fight to the death.

In order to ensure victory, the two daimyo tried their best and almost sold their underwear.

There was no way. Japan as a whole was poor. The nobles in Heian-kyo were so poor that they had to sell their belongings or perform their talents to make a living. The generals, the highest military rulers, had to live frugally. Even the daimyo who were granted fiefdoms of land had a hard time.

In order to maintain his rule and defend his territory, all the warriors and soldiers under his command had to spend money and eat. Not to mention that after fighting for so long, the family's already limited assets were almost gone.

In fact, if someone was willing to offer 100 koku of rice at this time, the two daimyo would even be willing to marry each other. If someone offered 1,000 koku, the daimyo's wife would be willing, and even if someone had a unique taste, it would not be impossible to sleep with the daimyo.

Unfortunately, no one was interested, so the two daimyo each sent out their samurai to look for sources of money and soldiers, commonly known as robbing and conscripting men.

Inukai Chujiro sat down on the side of the road and took off his worn-out straw sandals. He wanted to rub some grass to repair them, but found that they were already rotten. He had no choice but to throw them away and replace them with the sandals hanging around his neck.

He didn't receive his salary last month, and he also had to repair his protective gear and buy a new sword in preparation for the upcoming war, which meant he had to use up all his savings. Even as a samurai, he had to put away his wooden clogs and replace them with cheap straw sandals.

What's worse is that because of the successive conscriptions and the impending autumn harvest, farmers from all over the country hid themselves and were unwilling to serve, and the daimyo could not provide more rice to attract farmers to join the army, and could not even afford to hire ronin, so he accomplished almost nothing on this trip. He only caught a few hiding farmers and fooled two newly debuted ronin.

But Inukai Chujiro knew very well what effect this would have, that is, it would have no effect.

The Shimazu clan only had fifty full-time foot soldiers, whose fighting capacity was acceptable; at least they would not run away as soon as the battle started. The rest were just farmers holding bamboo spears.

As for the ronin, don't expect him to work hard for you unless you give him real money.

Under such circumstances, it would be impossible to defeat the Shimazu family's mortal enemy, the Sagara family, because even a miserable victory would still be a loss.

It's easy to be willing, but after a tragic victory no one has the ability to clean up the mess left behind.

(End of this chapter)