"Sir Warrior, my name is Wulang. Thank you very much for saving my sister, Photon!"
After some surprise and explanation, Photon's brother and the other two young men clenched their fists and knelt down to express their gratitude. Their foreheads were deeply buried in the mud.
He, who was more knowledgeable than Photon, knew how terrifying this kind of warrior was.
At the same time, he was even more surprised by the luxury of Wu Ming's warrior attire and the lack of family patterns. 'Is he a ronin? A wild warrior? But this kind of person has the power of a dozen ghosts and gods. I'm afraid any city lord would be pleased to accept him, right? '
"Well, you guys deal with this bear and bring it to the village. I want to rest!"
Wu Ming said without hesitation.
It was a matter of course for the superior to give orders to the inferior. Wulang and the others immediately obeyed.
Three people carried the bear and Photon led the way in front.
When they entered the village, they undoubtedly attracted a crowd.
"It's the Winged Demon Palace!"
"The Winged Demon Palace has been taken!"
Groups of tenants and children surrounded them from afar, but they did not dare to come closer. Their eyes were filled with awe.
"That lord must be a powerful warrior, right? Look at that head, it was chopped off in an instant … "
Someone said in awe.
"Maybe he's a traveling swordsman! To chop off the head with one sword, not only does it require a huge amount of strength, but it also requires a good sword! "
This person was knowledgeable. His eyes were fixed on Wu Ming's waist. "Maybe it's a famous blade!"
Hearing these discussions, the hunters carrying the bear looked excited and honored. Wulang looked at Wu Ming's back and secretly clenched his fists, as if he had made some kind of decision.
"… Famous blade?"
Even though those people deliberately lowered their voices, they did not hide it from Wu Ming.
He didn't know whether to laugh or cry when he discovered that he was becoming more and more exaggerated under the rumors of the villagers outside.
Even the samurai sword at his waist, which could only be considered average in terms of quality, seemed to be transforming into a famed sword.
"Hmm … Maybe you can even get a name like 'Wind Magic Cut' or 'Black Bear Slash' in the future and become a famous sword!"
When he first entered the village, he saw that there were acres of paddy fields outside. There was also a simple bamboo fence around the village. He immediately knew that this place wasn't very peaceful.
Or rather, the entire world was not peaceful, so they had to protect themselves.
"Wulang, take me to your house. We can have a meal together!"
Wu Ming seemed to say it casually, but Kouko and Wulang were shocked, "This … our family has no experience in serving the Lord …"
"There's no need. Let's leave it at that. It just so happens that I need you to help me deal with this black bear!"
Wu Ming waved his hand firmly.
In fact, it wasn't that he didn't want to go to the house of someone of a higher rank, but Wu Ming felt a little guilty. It was better to go to this house first and get some information.
When the group arrived at Kouko's house, they saw an uneasy middle-aged couple and a few timid children already kneeling at the door. "Greetings, Lord!"
"Hmm, get up! I'm counting on you this time. Also, skin this black bear for me! "
Wu Ming pretended to reach into his pocket, but in fact, he took out a small piece of gold from his Heavenly Designer Ring. "This is for you!"
"Thank you, Lord!"
The few of them thanked him again in fear and trepidation. They felt that this young samurai was really different from the rest.
…
"Lord … please enjoy!"
Kouko knelt in front of Wu Ming and put down a wooden plate. On it were two snow-white rice balls, a plate of plums, and a bowl of miso soup.
Wu Ming looked at the plate with only two salted plums, which were specially decorated with green leaves. He was a little speechless.
Of course, he knew that this family had tried their best. Even during the New Year, they might not be able to eat this.
When he passed by the kitchen just now, he saw that the children of this family were eating something black. It looked like a mixture of wild vegetables and chaff, and he suddenly found it hard to swallow.
This was even more so when he saw the few pairs of bright and eager eyes at the door.
"Kouko, leave the miso soup. Bring the rest to your younger brothers and sisters!"
"Also, ask Wulang to leave the bear paw. Roast it and send it over!"
Wu Ming waved his hand.
Gulp!
Kouko clearly swallowed his saliva and said hesitantly, "Lord …"
"Go!"
Wu Ming waved his hand gloomily. Soon after, he saw Kouko go out, surrounded by joyful laughter. He could faintly hear a voice saying, "Such snow-white rice balls, if you don't eat them well, you will be punished by heaven if you lose even a grain of rice!"
After a while, the male owner of the family came in, his hands still rubbing the hem of his clothes anxiously. "Sorry! I'm really sorry! Using such food to entertain Lord! "
"There's no need for that. I still have some things to ask you!"
Wu Ming didn't care what he had misunderstood and said directly. He then beat around the bush and asked some questions.
"Lord … please enjoy!"
After waiting for a long time, Wulang finally finished roasting the bear paw and sent it in with a red face.
"Hmm … it really tastes good!"
The bear paw was the essence of the bear. It had the thickest fat and the most delicious taste. Although there was a lack of seasoning, Wu Ming endured it and praised it.
At this time, he was almost clear that the people of the Yun Nation still maintained strange customs, just like in his previous life.
First of all, livestock that ran on the ground could not be eaten, no matter what kind of meat it was! This was because they believed that the meat was dirty. If they ate it, they would definitely become animals in their next life.
Therefore, mutton, chicken, and duck meat could not be eaten. The only thing that could be eaten was fish!
The greater the aristocracy, the more stringent they were in this aspect. It was to the extent that they didn't even eat fish and only ate plain rice!
In their opinion, only rice was the food of the upper class.
As for meat? Other than fish, everything else was eaten by the lower class. This was a habit that made people cry.
Of course, the result of this was that the ruling upper class, the ministers and aristocrats, were inevitably weakened. The power began to shift to the Wu family, which was the lower class aristocratic warrior group.
At this time, every warrior was skilled in archery and horsemanship. They were proficient in the art of killing. They were first-class war machines and elite soldiers.
Moreover, as aristocrats, they had special privileges. When the commoners saw them, they had to salute them. They could even find an excuse such as "testing the sharpness of a new blade" to kill the commoners.
In this village, there was a warrior who had 200 dans of Knowledge Executor (hereditary land). He was considered a local powerful citizen.
Two hundred dans of rice was equivalent to two hundred dans of rice produced every year, which was roughly equivalent to two hundred mu of land.
Oh, in the countryside of the Yun Nation, the people were generally divided into three classes: the countrymen, the peasant farmers, and the savages.
The countrymen were those who held a certain amount of power and military force; the peasant farmers were genuine farmers; and the savages were those who refused to submit to the king and fled to the mountains. They did not accept the rule and were often synonymous with bandits. They even dared to hunt the warriors.
'A small landlord with 200 mu of land is a local powerful citizen …'
Wu Ming was speechless. 'Then according to this standard, the Wu family's two thousand mu of land is simply a powerful and wealthy family in the area. If we include the fort, maybe it's even a small name?'
This class made him think of the feudal knights of the Western world.
Of course, the average low-level warrior only had a few hundred mu of land. It was far from a knight's manor, but it was equivalent to a knight's squire.
As for the middle-level warriors, they were similar to the Western knights.
"Hmm, Wulang, your skills are really good! Give me the bear's skin and the rest of the meat is yours! "
Of course, at this time, Wu Ming was only playing the role of a rogue warrior. Eating some meat was nothing. Although it was still a little surprising, it was within the acceptable range.
"Thank you, sir!"
Even for a hunter, it was not an easy task to hunt such prey.
After all, it was a few hundred kilograms of meat! Not only Wulang, but even his father immediately thanked him with joy.
"Hmm … I want to sell this bear's skin. Where is the nearest city and commercial town?"
Wu Ming asked casually.
"The nearest city? That would be the Yamada family's Marsha City … Sometimes, Wulang also sends the fur we hunt to the merchants! "
The master of the family said so.
From the conversation just now, Wu Ming knew that the Yamada family was the big landlord here. Perhaps they could also be considered a local name?
"Wulang, according to your opinion, how much is this bear's skin worth?"
"Sir, I think it's worth at least 20 strings of coins!"
There were also copper coins here, each worth one copper coin. A thousand copper coins were the same, which was equivalent to one tael of silver.
Of course, because Japan had more gold than silver, most of the time, they still used gold as the currency for large transactions.
"Very well, I would like to ask Wulang to take me to Marsha City. Is that possible?"
Wu Ming said. With the gold and silver reserves in his Heavenly Designer Ring, there was no need to sell the fur.
But this was also not to make money, but to spread his name. Anyway, there were countless wanderers and swordsmen wandering around at this time, and it was impossible to immediately attract attention.
"Hmm, the most important thing now is to give myself a surname …"
Wu Ming thought gloomily.
Whether it was a wild samurai who had lost his master or a wanderer swordsman, it actually didn't matter, but he couldn't not have his own surname, otherwise he would become a pariah.
Moreover, it had to be a local name. Otherwise, if his reputation spread, he would definitely be known by hostile Samsara travelers. This was the lowest level of mistake!
"Aiya … this is really a bit troublesome …"
Since he was a noble, a privileged class, there must be something like a genealogy that could be checked, so he couldn't just make it up.
Wu Ming was a little distressed. "Do I have to become a foreign samurai? This is also risky … or should I just pretend to be a mage? In this world full of demons and ghosts, the status of a mage should be very high, right? "
Of course, on the surface, Wu Ming was still extremely calm, showing the grace of a martial artist, which made Wulang secretly envious and sad.
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