Chapter 40 Chapter 04 Illusion

Youba is very concerned about the money on his body, because it does not belong to him, so he cares even more.Although it shouldn't be used, it shouldn't be too much to move out a little first! "The deceased entrusted me to bring the relics back to my hometown. It is also appropriate to take a little money from it as money." After Youba justified his argument, he felt relieved.He slowly took out part of the money to spend. However, in addition to money, there is also a volume of "Nakajo Ruin Kojiro" signed to Sasaki Kojiro. Where is his hometown?Although it is guessed that the dead martial artist is likely to be Kojiro Sasaki, but is he a ronin?Or an abbot?What kind of experience have you had?Youba has no way of knowing.

The only clue is Zhong Juan Zizhai, the fencing master who taught the "Inke Catalog" to Kojiro Sasaki.As long as he finds himself, everything about Kojiro will be known.So, in order to find this person, Youba asked all the inns, teahouses, and restaurants he passed along the way from Fushi to Osaka: "Does anyone know about the master swordsman Zhong Juan Zizhai?" "We've never heard of it." Everyone answered this way. "He is a master who inherited Tomita Segen's school and created his own Nakajo style." And eight try to explain in detail.

"Have not heard!" Almost no one knew about the man. Finally he met a samurai on the side of the road who seemed to have some knowledge of swordsmanship.The other party told him: "The Zhong Juan Zizhai you mentioned is old even if he is still alive. He went to Kanto before, and he lived in seclusion in a mountainous area in Shangzhou in his later years. He has not heard of the world for a long time. If you want to ask him For the news, you can go to Osaka Castle and ask a person named Mizusho Tomita, and you will know." Youba asked him who Futian Zhushui was. The samurai said that he was one of Mr. Hideyori's martial arts masters. He came from the Joyoji Village of Usaka Village in Echizen, and belonged to the family of Tomita Enlightenment.

Although it sounded vaguely, there was always a clue.As soon as he arrived in Osaka, he stayed in a small inn and asked the innkeeper if there was such a samurai living in the city? "Yes! I heard that he is the grandson of Mr. Tomita Segen, but he is not Mr. Hideyori's martial arts master, but teaches martial arts to the people in the city. But this was a long time ago, and he returned to Echizen a few years ago. " The people in the inn gave him this information. The inn was located in Osaka City and often ran errands for the people in the city, so what the people here said should be more reliable than the samurai just now.

The innkeeper also gave him some advice: "Even if you go to Echizen to look for Mr. Mizumasa, you don't know where he is? Instead of searching blindly in the distance, you might as well go to Mr. Yagoro Ito. It may be easier to get information. This person was indeed in the bell of Nakajo Ryu before. Juan Zizhai practiced martial arts next to this person, and later created a school called Yidao Liu." this is a good idea. However, when he found Yagoro Yidao's residence, they said that he had lived by the Baihe River outside Luowai in recent years.I haven't seen him near Kyoto and Osaka recently. I don't know if he went on a study tour again.

"Oh! What a hassle!" Youba gave up this clue, he warned himself: "Haste makes waste." Youba's young ambition, which had been imprisoned for a long time, slowly awakened after he came to Osaka, because there is a great need for talents here. In Fushimi Castle, the new policy and the samurai system have been established very completely, but Osaka Castle is currently recruiting talents and organizing the Ronin Army, which is originally non-public. "Goto Matabei-sama, Sanada Yukimura-sama, Akashi Sobu-sama, and Chosogabu-sama Moriki-sama are all said to be funded by Mr. Hideyori privately."

There was a lot of discussion in the city, and the ronin here were more respected than any other city.The small town on the edge of Osaka Castle is the best place for ronin to live. Shengqin of Changzeng lived in the outskirts of the city. Although he was still very young, he shaved his head and changed his name to Yimengzhai. I am determined not to ask about world affairs! He shows the world so much that he puts his love on mountains and rivers and brothels, but once something happens, he will immediately rise up. In order to repay Taiko's grace! It is said that he has raised 700 or 800 ronin, and the living expenses of these people are all dependent on the assistance of Xiu Laigong.

Youba stayed in Osaka City for two months, and what he saw and heard gave him an intuition: this is it!This is where I excel! He is very excited. He used to carry a gun barefoot, galloping under the sky of Sekigahara with Musashi of Miyamoto village.The lofty ambitions of the time have long been forgotten.Recently, his body has become stronger and stronger, and his old ambition has slowly awakened from the bottom of his heart. The money in his luggage is getting less and less, but he still feels: I'm about to start getting lucky! Therefore, he is full of vigor every day. Even if he accidentally stumbles over a stone, he feels that luck will sprout from the bottom of his feet.

First I have to dress myself—because it is late autumn and the weather is getting colder, he bought a vest and coat that suits him. Since a long-term hotel was not economical, he stayed at the home of a harness maker near Shunkeibori.On weekdays, I wander east and west, and I go back when I want to go back. It doesn’t matter if I don’t go back. I live a comfortable and carefree life. I also made many close friends and honed my skills for making a living. The reason why he can go so smoothly is because he is always vigilant that he needs to change his face and start a new life. look!With a big gun on his shoulders, someone leading a horse, and more than 20 attendants behind him, he is currently serving as the shopkeeper at the Kyobashiguchi entrance of Osaka City. I heard that he used to carry sand and gravel by the river in Shunkeibori!

Such enviable rumors can often be heard in the city, and Youba quietly observes all this. The world is like a well-built stone wall, filled with piles of stones, and there is no gap to drill! He was starting to get a little tired, but then he thought: what is this?This is how it looked before finding a gap to climb.If you can cut through this stone wall well, you can get in there!Although very difficult, there is always a way! He cheered himself up, and asked the harness maker who let him board to help him find a job. "My guest officer! Not only are you young, but you also know a little about martial arts! If you go to the city to find a job, it must be easy for you."

The saddler thought he would find work easily, and valued him too much.In the days when I was looking for a job everywhere, it was winter in December in a blink of an eye, and only half of the money in my luggage was left. On a winter morning in a bustling town, there is a blanket of snow everywhere.There was also the sound of gongs and drums as the snow melted and the roads began to turn muddy. Whenever the twelfth lunar month comes, people are always very busy.There were also some people who gathered leisurely under the winter sun. They turned out to be merchants who sold goods. They surrounded a store with simple bamboo fences. There were five or six stalls with paper flags or spears inside, facing passers-by and onlookers. People waving flags and shouting to attract customers is simply a living war of life. The crowd smelled of poor-quality soy sauce, and some men with long-haired feet were joking with each other after eating tempura and hissing like horses.At night, a group of women with heavy makeup will appear to block customers in the street.They are like ewes that have just been released from their cages, walking and eating beans with them.Beside an open-air wine stall, two people were fighting. It was unknown who would win, but the ground was stained with blood.The loser fled into the city in a panic. "Thank you very much, guest officer, thanks to you sitting here, our things were not damaged!" The liquor seller kept thanking Youba. After thanking you, he said: "The warm wine for you this time is moderately hot and cold." The boss also sent a few appetizers. Youba was in a good mood. When those city people caused trouble just now, he thought that if they smashed up this poor wine vendor, he would see the injustice and draw his sword to help.So be on your toes all the time and keep an eye on these people.Finally, everything was safe and sound, and the liquor peddler and Matahachi were very grateful. "Boss, there are so many people today!" "No, it's already the twelfth lunar month. Although pedestrians come and go in a hurry, few people will stop!" "As long as it's sunny." A kite, with something in its beak, flew into the sky from the crowd.You Ba blushed from drinking, and suddenly remembered something: correct!I swore off alcohol when I was a stone mover, when did I start drinking again? It's like he's thinking about other people's affairs, and it's none of his business. well!forget it!If you don't drink some wine, your life will be in vain!He made excuses to console himself. "Boss, have another drink." He called back.The boss immediately brought another cup.A man dressed as a ronin also came along and sat across from Youba.He wore only a blouse with a dirty collar, no coat or vest, and a formidable long knife. "Hey, hey, boss, bring me the wine quickly, it must be warm!" The man had one foot curled up on the chair, his eyes were looking up and down Youba, and when the four eyes met—— "Hey!" The man smiled at him socially. And eight also replied: "Hey!" "How about buying me a drink before my warm wine arrives! Sorry to bother you." "this……" The man immediately held out his hand and said: "People who like to drink, it's hard to resist the temptation when they see wine. To be honest, I saw you drinking just now. The smell of the wine was unbearable, so I came here to ask you for a drink." The man drank freely and proudly, like an expert, and he kept watching his every move. This man is a good drinker. You Ba only drank a pot, and he had already drunk more than five pots, and he was still conscious, so You Ba asked him: "How much can you drink?" He replied: "It's about one liter, but when I'm in a good mood, I become a bottomless pit." Then, they talked about the current situation. When the subject came up, the man became impassioned: "What is Ieyasu? Except for Hideyoshi, the people in the Imperial Palace are simply a bunch of idiots. If that old guy doesn't have the integrity of Honda and the old ministers of the curtain, what ability does he have? He is just a more ordinary samurai. More scheming, cunning, cold-blooded, plus some political skills! Originally, Ishida Mitsunari would be more accomplished than him, but it is a pity that Ishida Mitsunari not only likes to manipulate princes, but also is too critical, not to mention his status is not high enough Woolen cloth!" I thought I would continue this kind of topic, but the other party asked him: "Your Excellency, if Kansai and Kanto each have political power, which side would you take refuge in?" Youba replied without thinking: "I will seek refuge in Osaka." "Yo!" The man stood up holding the wine glass: "It turns out that we are comrades. I would like to toast you again. May I ask where you are from?" He continued: "Oh! Excuse me, let me introduce myself first. I am Ronin Gamo, and my name is Chibi Yasuoma. Do you know a man named Satotaemon? He and I are life and death friends. We look forward to the future together There is also a well-known general in Osaka Castle, called Susukida Hayato Kansho, we have traveled around the world together. I have also met Ohno Xiuliang a few times, he is a sinister person, although he is better than Kansho More powerful, but less reliable." Finding himself talking too much, he stopped immediately and asked: "Excuse me, Your Excellency?" He asked again. Although Youba thought that what he said was not completely credible, but he always felt that the dwarf was a little bit inferior, so he also decided to brag to him: "Do you know Mr. Tomita Imito Segen, the founder of the Tomita style in Echizen Usaka no Sho Jogyoji Village?" "I've only heard his name." "There is a great hermit named Zhong Juan Zizhai. He inherited the orthodoxy and created a middle class. He is a hermit who is indifferent to fame and fortune. He is my mentor." Even after hearing what he said, the other party was not surprised, and even raised his glass and said: "Then you must be good at swordsmanship?" "That's right." The more you tell a lie, the easier it is to speak. He seemed to be intoxicated by his lies, and lying became his appetizer. "To be honest, from the first time I saw you, I thought you were a warrior with excellent sword skills. You seem to be strong and strong. I was wondering which sect you came from? Since you claim to be Zhong Juan is under the door of Zhai, dare to ask Mr. Mr.'s name?" "My name is Sasaki Kojiro, and Ito Yagoro Ichitosai is my senior brother." "Wow!" The man screamed, and Matachi was taken aback, and hurriedly wanted to tell him——I was joking. However, Chibi Bashima had already knelt down and kowtowed, so it might be difficult to explain what happened now. "I'm really blind." Bashima apologized repeatedly. "I have admired the name of Sasaki Kojiro for a long time. You are a master of swordsmanship. I was too rude just now. I hope you forgive me." Youba breathed a sigh of relief, if the other party knew or met Sasaki Kojiro, his lie would be exposed on the spot, and now he may have been scolded bloody by the other party. "Oops! Please stand up. I don't know what to do when you apologize to me like this!" "No, no, I just spoke so boldly, it must have made you uncomfortable!" "What are you talking about? I haven't obtained an official position yet, and I'm young and ignorant!" "However, your swordsmanship is very good, and you are famous all over the world. Everyone says—that's right, Sasaki Kojiro is the most powerful!" Bashima murmured to himself, he was already very drunk, after saying these words, he immediately opened his eyes and said: "You are so powerful that you haven't yet obtained an official position? It's really a pity." "I'm concentrating on practicing swordsmanship, so I haven't found Bole yet?" "Oh! So that's how it is—so, you also have great ambitions." "That's what it is, no matter what, I must first find the right person to take effect!" "It's a trivial matter. As long as you have strong strength, it's fine. However, if you don't know how to express yourself without strength, it won't work. Just like when I saw you just now, I was very surprised after hearing your name!" Bashima added fuel and vinegar and said: "How about I introduce you for you?" "Honestly speaking, I am relying on my friend Kensho Susukada. Given the current situation in Osaka Castle, many people are trying their best to recruit people regardless of the cost. If I recommend someone like you to Mrs. Susukada, he will definitely hire you immediately. It's up to me." Chibi Yashima is very enthusiastic, and Bashi also hopes to find a job, but he always feels inappropriate when he thinks that he has stolen Sasaki Kojiro's name, but he is unable to get off. If he had told the truth from the beginning that he was Misaku's local scholar Ta Matahachi, Yashima would not be so enthusiastic, and maybe he would sneer at him, but Sasaki Kojiro's name is more useful. Youba secretly calculated in his heart.Having said that, don't worry too much!Because Sasaki Kojiro had been beaten to death in the construction site of Fushimi Castle, and no one knew his true identity except himself. The "Yinke Catalogue" that is enough to prove his identity was entrusted to him by the other party before he died, so others naturally have no way to verify it, not to mention that he is just a trespasser who was beaten to death by everyone, it is impossible for anyone to investigate this matter of. It is impossible for others to know about it. Such a bold and lucky idea flashed through Youba's mind.He was full of energy and decided to play the role of Sasaki Kojiro from now on. "Boss, settle the score!" After he paid the bill and was about to get up and leave his seat, Bashima hurriedly asked: "How about what we just talked about?" He stood up with him. "I hope you can try your best to help, but it's hard to talk standing on the side of the road, let's find another place to have a good chat!" "Ah! It's true!" Bashima nodded in satisfaction, watching Youba pay the bill for him with a look of course. They came to the backstreet with an ambiguous atmosphere and the smell of powder.Youba wanted to find a high-end restaurant, but Bashima said: "It's a waste of money to go to that kind of place! I know there's a better, more interesting place." Youba also often visits the back streets, and now that he is brought here, it seems that the atmosphere and mood here are quite to his liking. This is called Bhikkhuni Back Street, full of singing girls.The place is bustling and bustling. It is said that a hundred shi of lamp oil is consumed in one night! There is a gloomy river with the tide back. Looking carefully under the red lantern, it is full of sea worms and river crabs, which look like disgusting poisonous scorpions.Among the singing girls whose faces are covered in white powder, it is rare to see one with delicate features.Some of them are old and faded, with thick white powder on their faces and bhikkhuni turbans on their heads. They still come out to attract guests on this cold night. Their coquettish makeup can quite attract the attention of tourists. "No." Hachi sighed again. "There should be! It's much better than the girls and singing girls in ordinary tea shops. It's not nice to be called a prostitute. However, on a cold winter night, spend a night here, listen to her pillow talk, and talk about her. You will know that she was not destined to be a prostitute from birth." Bashima walked triumphantly on the busy street, and he continued: "I heard that some nuns once served General Muromachi. There are also many women who claim to be the daughters of Minister Takeda, or relatives of Hideo Matsunaga. Vigorous, that's why it will cause the flowers to fall, sinking and floating in the sewer of the glitzy world!" They came to a tavern, and Yaba completely trusted Bashima. It seemed that he was an old hand, and his way of drinking and treating women was very sophisticated. Sure enough, this back street was indeed interesting. Of course they spent the night there, and at noon the next day Bashi Ma still hadn't finished, and when Ba Shi lived in Ajia's "wormwood house", he always felt unable to hold his head up, and his depressed mood for many years was swept away here. null. "Okay, okay, stop drinking." In the end, he even took off his hat. "time to go." "Drink with me till night!" Eighty horses did not intend to leave. "What's the matter with staying tonight?" "Tonight I made an appointment to meet Kansho Susukida at Kansho Susukita's official residence. It's too early to leave there now. By the way, I need to know how much you want to be paid, Your Excellency, so as not to have a detailed discussion when I get there." "I expect fame and fortune from the very beginning, is that okay?" "You can't say that. You can't underestimate yourself. If you show the seal that proves that you are Sasaki Kojiro's Nakajo-style, but tell the other party that as long as you can have an official position, the salary is negotiable. Then the other party will despise you. Yes. From the very beginning, you have to make a request that I want five hundred shi, and the higher the self-confidence of a warrior like this, the higher his treatment will naturally be, so don't demean yourself!" The sky in this area darkened very early, and the huge shadow of Daban City slanted on the stone walls in the valley, covering the entire evening sky. "That's Susukita's official residence." The two stopped with their backs to the moat. Although they drank a lot of wine to warm up during the day, they were still shivering as they stood by the river facing the cold wind. "Is it the wooden door next to it?" "No, it's the square building next to the wooden door." "Wow! This house is so magnificent!" "Because he has already gained both fame and fortune! He was still unknown at the age of thirty! In just a few short years, he has achieved great success..." Another eight took the words of Chibi Bashima as deaf ears.It's not because he has doubts, but because he trusts so much that there is no need to pay attention to every word he says.Looking at the names of the major generals and junior generals hanging on the huge castle, he thought to himself: "A man should be like this, I am confident that I have this ability." He is also a vigorous young man, and it is difficult to suppress this jealousy and envy. "We're going to meet Jianxiang tonight, and you can see how I introduced you." Bashima finished speaking, and then said: "I just asked about your salary?" he urged. "That's right, that's right." Youba took out the money bag in his arms. At first, he thought it would be okay to use only a little bit every time, but before he knew it, only one-third of the money was spent. He patted the remaining money and said: "I only have this money left. Is this enough as a referral?" "It's okay, enough is enough." "Should I wrap it up with something?" "What! When you want to apply for an official position, everyone will give you a recommendation fee or offer gold. Not only Susukita, but now everyone openly accepts red envelopes. You don't have to worry about it—then, I will help you first. You take it." After Youba took out all the money left on his body, he was a little uneasy, so he chased after the eighty horses and said: "Then I will trouble you!" "No problem, if you give gifts with a bitter face, I'm afraid you will be kicked out without even giving the red envelopes, and in Osaka, it's not just about being powerful and powerful. I also have connections with Ohno and Goto Please." "When will there be an answer?" "Well! Of course you can wait for me here, but the wind beside the moat is not only bitterly cold, but also easily arousing suspicion, why don't we see you tomorrow!" "Tomorrow—where shall we meet?" "It's in the square where people often gather." "understood." "Just meet in the tavern where we first met." After the two agreed on a time to meet, Chibi Bashima waved to him and walked in the door.And look at his swaggering, straight-forward posture. It seemed that he was indeed Susukita Kansai's friend in need when he was down and down. Although Youba took a reassurance pill, he tossed and turned that night and couldn't sleep.Finally, it was dawn, and at the appointed time, he stepped on the newly melted snow to the square. The cold wind of the twelfth lunar month is biting, and under the winter sun, there are crowds of people on the square. For some reason, Chibi Bashima did not appear that day. The same goes for the next day. "He may have been delayed." Youba found a reasonable excuse and sat alone at the table in the open-air tavern. "Should come today!" He watched the crowd in the square honestly, and there was still no sign of Bashi Ma until dark. On the third day, he said shyly: "Boss, here I come again." After he greeted the boss, he sat at the table. The tavern owner secretly noticed his strange behavior every day, so he asked him who he was waiting for?He also told the boss the whole story, saying that he and his friend Chibi Ronin met here. "Hey, with that person?" The boss asked in a surprised tone: "So, did he tell you that he can introduce you to an official position? And he took the money?" "It's not that he took it away, but I asked him to pass on the recommendation money of Susukada-sama. Since I was eager to get an answer, I came here every day to wait." "Oh! You are too honest." The boss looked at him pitifully and said: "Even if you wait a hundred years, he won't appear again." "W-why?" "That guy is notorious. In this square, there are many flies like him who specialize in sucking human blood. As long as they see honest people, they will pester them. I wanted to remind you to be careful, but I was afraid of getting into trouble, and I think you can see His virtue should raise his vigilance, but you were still deceived by him... Now, I don't know what advice I should give you." The boss thought he was very unlucky, and his tone seemed to pity Youba's ignorance, but Youba didn't feel ashamed at all.It's just that all hope was shattered. Such a major blow made his blood rush and he was very angry. He looked blankly at the crowd in the square. "It's a pity for you to lose in vain like this. Maybe you can go to the illusion booth to find out. Those blood-sucking flies often gather together to gamble there. Maybe that guy will go to the casino." "yes?" Youba hurriedly stood up and asked: "Which illusion stall are you talking about?" He looked in the direction the boss pointed, and saw the largest stall on the square. He heard that illusions were popular recently, and spectators gathered at the wooden door.Youba took a closer look, and there was a list of some famous illusionists hanging on the flag at the wooden door, like—— "Soldier boy." and also: "The great disciple of Layman Guo Linxin." The vast booth was surrounded by curtains, and only the sound of strange music could be heard from inside, mixed with the magician's shouts and the applause of the audience. Youba went around to the back, and found that there was a back door there, and the audience did not enter and exit through it, so he walked closer to peep. "Are you going to the casino?" the man at the gate asked him. Nodding again at eight, the man gave him a wink to indicate that he could pass, and he walked in. A blue ceiling was hung in the middle of the curtain, and there were about twenty or so ronin gambling around there. Approaching, those people gave him a blank look, and someone gave up a seat. At this moment, Youba hurriedly asked: "Is there a man named Chibi Bashima here?" When he asked this question, someone immediately answered: "Are you talking about Chima? By the way, I haven't seen Chima recently. What's wrong with him?" "Will he come here?" "How did we expect it? Come on! Would you like to bet?" "No, I'm not here to gamble, I'm here to find Chima." "Hey! Don't be kidding! You don't gamble, what are you doing here?" "Sorry!" "Be careful I break your leg." "Sorry." Youba escaped in a panic, followed by a blood-sucking fly, saying: "Stinky boy, wait a minute, it's not that you'll be fine if you say sorry here, you guy is really ignorant, even if you don't gamble, you still have to pay the venue fee?" "I do not have money." "You dare to come to the casino without money, oh! I know you want to take the opportunity to steal money? You thief!" "What did you say?" You Ba showed the hilt of the knife, this time it was interesting, the other party showed an expression that was not afraid of provocation: "You idiot, do you think we are afraid of threats? If so, we would have been unable to hang out in the area of ​​Daban City long ago, come on! If you want to chop, chop it!" "I, I'll cut it down!" "Cut it! I will never stop you." "Do you know who I am?" "Of course I wouldn't know." "I am Sasaki Kojiro, the ancestor of Echizen Usaka no Sho Jogyoji Temple, and the doorman left by Tomita Goro Zaemon after his death." You Baxin thought that the other party would definitely run away, but he didn't expect the other party to chuckle, turned around and said to the blood-sucking flies in the curtain: "Hey! You all come over here. This person just signed up for his own account. He really despises us. Now let's see what he can do!" As soon as the words fell, the man screamed and jumped up, and it turned out that while he was not paying attention, he suddenly stabbed him from the ass. "You beast!" You Ba cursed loudly, and when he heard the shouts and curses from the crowd behind him, he mixed into the crowd with a bloody knife. You Ba tried his best to squeeze into crowded places to avoid being discovered. He was worried, as if every face and everyone around him were like blood-sucking flies, so he couldn't be negligent. Suddenly, I saw a stall in front of me, with a tiger painted on the curtain, and a flag with sickles and snakes hanging on the wooden door. A city man stood on the empty box and shouted: "Tiger, tiger, go thousands of miles away!" After walking thousands of miles and coming back, this big tiger came from North Korea, and was later captured by Mr. Kiyomasa Kato—” This person kept shouting to attract the crowd. You Ba lost some money, and hurried in. Feeling a little relieved at this moment, he looked around for signs of tigers, only to see two or three door panels lined up in front, with a piece of tiger skin sticking on them like drying clothes. The audience saw that it was just a tiger skin instead of a live tiger, and no one protested or got angry, and they watched it with great interest. "Wow! This is a tiger!" "It looks really big!" From the entrance to the exit, the audience kept admiring. You Ba wanted to delay the time as much as possible, and kept lingering in front of the tiger skin—at this time, an old couple dressed in travel clothes stood in front of him, and the grandmother said: "Uncle Quan! Isn't this tiger already dead?" The old warrior reached out to touch the fur on the tiger's skin and said: "This is a dead tiger skin." "But, the person soliciting business at the door just now clearly said that he is a real tiger!" "This is probably one of the illusions!" The old samurai smiled wryly, but the grandma wrinkled her face and said: "It's really not worth it. If it's an illusion, it should hang up the signboard of the illusion. Instead of looking at the dead tiger, then we might as well look at the picture. You go to the wooden door and get the money back." "Grandma, grandma, others will laugh, so there is no need to shout about such things." "What? If you don't go, then I'll go by myself." Grandma pushed the audience away and walked back, ah—a figure suddenly moved away from the crowd. Uncle Quan suddenly shouted: "Hey! Another eight!" Ashanpo widened her eyes and asked: "What, what? Uncle Quan." "Didn't you see? Youba is standing behind you, grandma?" "Huh, really?" "He ran away." "Runned there." The two stumbled and ran out of the wooden door. The night was falling and the lights were just coming on. The crowd in the square was bustling and bustling. "Wait, my son!" Then I turned my head and saw my mother chasing after me like crazy. Uncle Quan also kept waving his hands and shouted: "You idiot! Why run away? Another eight! Another eight!" Even so, Matachi did not stop, and Ashanpo stretched out her wrinkled neck and shouted: "Thief! Thief!" Youba was like a mouse crossing the street, surrounded by city people holding sticks and bamboo poles, and crushed to the ground. Passers-by also gathered around to watch the fun. "Caught it." "You brat!" "How to deal with it?" "Kill him!" Someone punched and kicked him, someone spat on him. Ashanpo and Uncle Quan came up panting, and when they saw this scene, they immediately pushed away the crowd, grinned and cursed: "Hey! What are you guys doing with him?" Watchers say: "Grandma! This kid is a thief!" "He's not a thief, he's my son." "Hey, is it your son?" "That's right, you guys dared to kick him, and the people in the city dared to kick the warrior's son. I, an old woman, won't let you go. Who dares to hit him like I did just now?" "This is not a joke, then... who called the thief just now?" "It was me, the old woman, who yelled loudly, but I didn't ask you to kick him! I thought that if I yelled a thief, my son would stop. This is my painstaking effort as a mother, you don't understand For this reason, it is really too much to beat and kick him."