Chapter 113 Chapter 23 The Fly

Musashi was wandering around the horse dealer street just now, and now he came to the back street. There are row upon row of small inns, and more than half of the streets are dirty small hotels, but because of the cheap consumption, Musashi and Iori decided to stay here.Every inn here has a stable attached to it. It is more appropriate to say that it is an inn for horses than an inn for people. "Sir, on the second floor next to the road, there will be fewer flies. Let me change the room there for you!" Since Musashi was not a horse dealer, the people at the hotel treated him with a little courtesy.

Compared with the Kenhuang hut where I lived before, this place is still covered with tatami mats after all.However, Musashi muttered to himself: "What a terrible fly!" The innkeeper noticed that Musashi seemed dissatisfied, so he proposed to change the room for him. Musashi accepted the offer and moved to a room facing the road on the second floor with Iori.But the room was scorching hot from the setting sun.As soon as he was picky, Musashi realized that he had become so extravagant. "Okay, okay, here it is." He hastened to comfort himself: if it comes, it will be at ease.

It's amazing how people feel about their surroundings.Before yesterday, when they lived in the hut in Kenhuang, they believed that sufficient sunlight could breed seedlings, and they looked forward to sunny weather every day, thinking that sunshine was the supreme light, and it was also their hope. And when Musashi was working in the field, he was sweating profusely and didn't care about the flies on his body, and even thought: You are alive, and I am also alive and working hard! Musashi regards flies as friends with life in nature.But as soon as he crossed the big river and was in the middle of the city, he immediately became nervous.

The house in Xishai is so hot!Flies are such a nuisance! Also think of: Really want to eat something delicious. Not only Musashi, but also the huge change of human nature can be seen from Yizhi's face.No wonder, for in the adjoining room a group of horse dealers were eating and drinking, and the smell of vegetables was overflowing.Living in the reclamation hut of Fa Code, if you want to eat noodles, you must go through hard farming in spring, summer, autumn, and winter storage before you can eat them.But here, as long as you wave your hand, within a quarter of an hour, the shop will deliver a bowl of hot noodles.

"Iori, let's eat noodles!" As soon as Musashi said that, Iori immediately nodded happily. "Ok!" He's salivating already. So they called the innkeeper and asked if they could roll some noodles.The boss replied: Because other guests also ordered noodles, they can roll them together. While waiting for the noodles, Musashi propped his chin up and watched the passers-by on the road from the window of the west sun.Suddenly he saw a sign diagonally opposite, which read: And Iori found the signboard earlier than Musashi, and asked with a look of surprise: "Master, it says Soul Grinder, what are you selling?"

"If you belong to the Honami school, you are a sword sharpener. Because the sword is the soul of a samurai." After Musashi answered, he said to himself: "By the way, it's time for my knife to be sharpened. Let's go take a look later." At this moment, there was noise from the next door through the sliding door.No, it seems that there was a dispute over gambling.Musashi waited for a long time for the noodles not to come, using his hand as a pillow, just about to fall asleep, when he was woken up again by these voices.He told Iori: "Go ask the people next door to be quiet."

Originally, Iori could directly enter the next room as long as he opened the sliding door, but because Musashi was lying in front of the sliding door, Iori had to go around the corridor outside and come to the door of the next room. "Uncles, please don't be so loud, my master is sleeping next door!" Iori said. "what?" The horse dealers had already glared at each other because of the gambling dispute, and now everyone was staring at Iori's young body. "Little devil, what did you say?" Facing the rudeness of the horse dealers, Iori pouted and said:

"We originally moved to the second floor because we hated the flies downstairs. Unexpectedly, you are so loud, it's really noisy." "Did you mean this, or did your master tell you to say it?" "It's my master." "Did he tell you to speak?" "No matter who said it, you guys are too loud." "Okay, it's useless to argue with a little sheep poop like you, and our Kuma Goro from Chichibu will apologize later, just wait and see!" There were two or three men with hideous faces, and it was unclear which one was the Chichibu bear or the wolf.

Under the glaring gaze of these people, Iori ran back to the room.Musashi had already fallen asleep with his hand as a pillow.His sleeves blocked most of the sunlight, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone on Musashi's toes and the corner of the sliding door.There was a swarm of black flies hovering above, Iori didn't dare to wake Musashi, and looked at the street silently by herself, but the room next door was still noisy, and there was no way to be quiet. Originally after Iori's protest, the gambling dispute next door seemed to subside.But then they rudely dug small holes in the sliding door, peeped in here, and even uttered obscenities.

"Hey! I don't know where the ronin came from, but they were blown to Edo by the wind. Since we live in Horse Street, we still think others are noisy. We are born to quarrel!" "Get him out." "Look at him pretending to be asleep on purpose!" "Don't inquire about it either. There are no cowardly gamblers in Kanto who would be afraid of a samurai." "It's useless to just talk without practicing. Catch him behind and wash his face with horse urine." At this time, the man who claimed to be the bear or wolf of Chichibu just said:

"Well, well, we don't have to worry about a beggar warrior or two. I'll make him apologize in public, or wash his face with horse urine. You just stand aside and watch." "This is so much fun." The horse dealers all hid behind the sliding door to wait and see what happened. Xiong Wulang tightened his belt with an expression of having everyone backing him. "excuse me." He opened the sliding door, stared at Musashi proudly, and stepped into Musashi's room. The people at the inn had delivered the noodles to the table in Musashi and Iori's room.There were six balls of cold noodles on the big plate, and Iori and Musashi were about to start eating. "Ah! Master, they are here." Iori was startled, and moved back.Kuma Goro sat cross-legged swaggeringly behind Iori, his hands resting on his knees with his grim face propped up. "Hey! Ronin, eat later! You are obviously scared, but you pretend to be calm. If you eat it, you will have indigestion." Musashi turned a deaf ear and smiled, picked up the cold noodles with chopsticks and ate with relish. Xiong Wulang couldn't hold back anymore. "stop!" He suddenly scolded. Musashi still holds the chopsticks and the bowl of cold noodle sauce. "Who are you?" "Don't you know me? A guy who comes to Horse Street and doesn't know my name is either a spy or a deaf person." "I'm really hard of hearing, please state your name out loud." "Among the horse dealers in the Kanto region, when mentioning Kuma Goro from Chichibu, even children are too frightened to cry. I am Kuma Goro." "Oh! It's a horse dealer!" "Our business targets are warriors, and we sell live horses. We have a way. You'd better be mentally prepared and explain clearly." "Explain what?" "Just now you sent a kid to our room to say that we were too noisy. This is a noisy horse street. It's not a hotel where high officials live. There are many horse dealers in Horse Street." "I know." "Since you know, why did you ask someone to interrupt us while we were having fun? Now everyone is very angry and overturned the table. Waiting for your explanation." "What do you mean to explain?" "Unless you write an apology to me, the horse dealer Kuma Goro, and the others, we'll drag you behind and wash your face with horse piss." "This is so much fun." "You, what did you say?" "I said you guys are so funny." "I didn't come to listen to your nonsense. Answer quickly, which way do you choose?" This big bear drank too much wine during the day, so his voice became louder and louder.His forehead was sweating, reflecting the setting sun, and even the bystanders felt the heat for him.The big bear probably thought it was not powerful enough, so he took off his shirt to reveal his chest hair. "Quickly answer, or we won't go. Quickly, which one do you want?" As he spoke, he pulled out the dagger from his belly pocket, inserted it in front of Musashi's noodles, and sat cross-legged again. Musashi laughed all the way: "Which one is better to choose?" He put down the bowl, used his chopsticks to remove what looked like dust from the noodles, and threw it out the window. "..." Musashi completely ignored the opponent's existence, making the big bear furious.His eyes widened.Musashi still picked up the dust on the noodles. "..." Suddenly, the big bear noticed Musashi's chopsticks.At that moment, he was almost suffocated, and all his souls and eight souls were shocked by Musashi's chopsticks. It turned out that the countless black little things on the noodles were flies.Musashi's chopsticks caught the fly, and before it could fly away, the fly was caught like a black bean and thrown out of the window. "There are too many flies, Iori, help me wash my chopsticks." Yizhi took the chopsticks and walked outside the door, and the horse dealer Kuma Goro took the opportunity to escape to the next room. There was a commotion from the next door, and after a while, their voices disappeared, and it seemed that they had changed rooms. "Iori, have fun!" They looked at each other and smiled.After eating the noodles, the sun had already set, and a bright moon hung high above the roof of the knife sharpening shop. "The knife sharpening shop in front seems very interesting, let's ask him to sharpen the knife!" Musashi was wearing a scarred unknown sword on his waist, and at this moment he was about to go out with the sword. "Guest officer, a samurai asked me to deliver a letter to you." The landlady of the inn handed up a letter from under the black ladder. Where did it come from? Musashi saw only the words on the back of the envelope: "Where's the messenger?" Musashi asked.The proprietress of the inn replied that she had already left and went back behind the counter. Musashi stood on the ladder and opened the envelope, realizing that "suke" was Kimura Sukurō whom he met in Mashi today. "Ma'am, please lend me a pen." "Is this kind of pen okay?" "Can……" Standing by the counter, Musashi wrote on the back of Sukuro's letter: Zhengming is the name of Musashi.After Musashi finished writing, he wrote on the back of the envelope just now: He looked upstairs from the ladder. "Iori!" "exist." "Will you deliver a letter for me?" "Where are you sending it?" "Yagyu Tanima-sama's residence." "As ordered." "Do you know where it is?" "I asked as I walked." "Well, very smart." Musashi patted his head. "Don't get lost." "understood." Iori put on the straw sandals. The proprietress of the inn heard this and said kindly: "Everyone knows the Yagyu mansion. But let me tell you first, you go out from this main road, go straight across the Japanese bridge, walk along the river to the left, and then just ask Renmuban Street." "I see." Iori was very happy to be able to go out.What's more, the fact that he was going to Yagyu's house made him even more excited. Musashi also put on straw sandals and went out into the street.He watched Iori's young figure disappear at the intersection of the horse dealer's inn and the blacksmith's shop. "He's so smart." Musashi came to the "Soul Grinding Institute" knife sharpening shop diagonally opposite the inn. Although it is a store, it has no storefront. It is like an ordinary house, and there are no products on display. As soon as you enter, there is a mud room with a workplace connected to the kitchen.On the right is a room with a raised floor of six tatami mats.There was a screen between the storefront and the house, and Musashi stood in the mud room and shouted: "Is anyone home?" He saw a man dozing off against a solid knife box under the bare wall, just like Zhuangzi in the painting. He is the chef Kono Kosuke.His cheeks were thin and pale as clay, with none of the sharpness a knife sharpener should have.From the forehead to the chin, with a long face, coupled with the long saliva hanging from the corner of the mouth, Musashi really doesn't know how long he will sleep before waking up? "Sorry?" Musashi yelled into his ear.