My second senior brother is very afraid of death

Chapter 135 Deliberately To Insult

The farmer raised his head excitedly, and looked up at the samurai as if looking up to a god: "Our village is in the mountains to the east. There are more than 100 households, and they are often harassed by a group of robbers. Recently, the grain is ready to be harvested. The gangsters sent someone to tell us to hand over all the grain, but we don’t have much grain, and we handed it over to the government before. If we hand over the grain that is about to ripen to the robbers, everyone in our village will starve died."

"Wouldn't it be nice to starve to death, how tiring it is to live, this rice ball tastes a little bad, you continue to talk." The samurai ate with relish, and the farmer's words caused the surrounding merchants to stop talking, and the originally noisy inn instantly became extremely quiet , are listening to the farmer's story.

"After the robbers sent people to talk, the people in our village decided that it was no way to go on like this. It was useless to find the government, and they didn't care about finding the big name. In order to survive and survive, the old people in the village said they sent me to the mountain. I was looking for a samurai to help me deal with the robbers, so I drove two days to the mountain road to Shanxing Town to seek the help of the samurai, and that's what happened."

After the farmer finished speaking carefully, all the quiet merchants looked at the samurai who licked the hand that held the rice ball after eating the rice ball.

"Aren't they just robbers? Sir, how many people did I kill when I was a soldier? A mere robber is nothing to worry about. I can't eat your rice balls for nothing. Tell me how many of them are there?"

Only then did Mo Jinyan understand why the samurai had been leaning against the wall and closing his eyes to rest his mind. It turned out that he was too hungry to move. After eating a rice ball, he regained his energy.

"More than 40, the bandit headed by them is very powerful."

The farmer said in horror.

"A mere bandit..."

After the samurai said a few words triumphantly, he was suddenly taken aback: "How many people did you say?"

"Forty or fifty, not more than sixty, I'm sure of this, because they come to rob our village every year."

The farmer spoke proudly, as if showing off his extraordinary powers of memory and observation.

"No more than 60..."

The corner of the warrior's eyes twitched unconsciously, and his smile froze, but he also noticed the strange eyes of the merchants around him, and asked indifferently: "Isn't it just to grab it? How many more than 60 warriors are you going to recruit?" ?”

"I don't know, the more the better, the more the better..."

"My uncle said, why do you insist on pestering me today? It turns out that this is the matter. Okay, I have agreed to this matter."

The warrior said proudly.

"After all, you are a samurai, you must be brave!"

"Where it is courage, it is clearly outstanding ability, really amazing!"

"Didn't you hear what the samurai master said? He was a soldier and killed many people before. This farmer has found the right man."

"..."

The merchants around whispered and flattered the samurai, with a lot of awe in their eyes. The merchants who were crowded next to the samurai consciously squeezed to both sides, trying not to touch the samurai.

"Thank you, thank you!"

The farmer hurriedly kowtowed to the samurai madly.

"Tiny, trivial!"

The samurai enjoys the awe-inspiring eyes of the crowd and the worship of the farmer. He, who was inconspicuous before, seems to have become the most honorable person here.

"By the way, don't kowtow in a hurry. How much is the commission for hiring me?"

The samurai touched his chin with great interest.

"Oh, our village is very poor. We had money before, but in order to survive, part of it was handed over to the government for taxes, part to the daimyo, and part to the robbers. We have no money."

The farmer spoke confidently.

"What? No money? How can you hire me if you don't have money? People in your village still want to hire a lot of warriors. How can you do it without money? Are you lying to me?"

The samurai kept smiling, thinking that the farmer was joking with him.

"No, no, how dare the little one deceive the samurai master, ours really has no money."

The farmer was afraid that he had angered the samurai, so he gave the same explanation as an apology.

"If you don't have money, then you can hire a samurai."

The samurai leaned against the wall, having lost interest in the farmer.

"No money is no money, but we will not treat the samurai who help us badly."

There was something in the farmer's words, the samurai widened his eyes again, stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Is it for valuable things or for women?"

"neither……"

The farmer replied awkwardly.

"What is that? Say it! Say it!"

The samurai was in a hurry, and the merchants around were also in a hurry, wondering what kind of medicine the farmer sold in the gourd.

"Oh, our village chief said that as long as the warriors are willing to help us deal with the bandits, we can let the warriors eat rice every day. Although it is old rice, they will definitely eat rice three meals a day."

The farmer thought that the terms he offered were very generous, and smiled naively at the warrior.

"what?"

The samurai was stunned for a moment, and immediately pulled his face down: "I didn't hear wrong, did I? I don't give you anything, just some rice, and you want me to die for you?"

"That's right, the most valuable thing in our village is rice. You see, Mr. Warrior, this is the deposit."

The farmer spread out the bundle, and sure enough there was half a bundle of uncooked rice inside, each of which was fine and white, and it seemed that it had been carefully selected.

"Fuck you! Why are you teasing the uncle for a long time? Get rid of me with a little rice? Go away! Go find another warrior and don't bother me anymore!"

The samurai closed his eyes with disgust, leaned against the wall and continued to meditate with his eyes closed.

"Master Samurai, you promised me to read it just now, you can't go back on your word!"

The farmer was in a hurry. He was not in a hurry when he beat him, and he was not in a hurry when he scolded him. Now he is in a hurry like an ant on a hot pot, frantically kowtowing to the samurai.

Boom boom boom!
The sound of the floor being knocked by the farmer, Mo Jinyan looked at this scene with emotion, his heart was hard to calm down, the merchants around him became even more dumb, how much he hoped that the samurai would agree to the poor farmer, and after the samurai refused, the faces of all the merchants There was a look of disappointment and peace of mind on their faces. They stopped gambling, bragging, and quarreling. It was getting late, and they all lay down on the floor and huddled together to sleep.

Mo Jinyan could tell that those merchants might have suffered the same thing as the farmers, so their eyes were filled with the flames of hope when the warrior agreed, but they could not hide their sadness after the warrior made the decision.

"That's right, how could Yongmi hire warriors?"

"That's a samurai. People from the Wu family are very noble, so let's forget about it."

"According to me, this farmer is crazy, and the people in their village are crazy. How could they invite noble warriors without paying?"

"That's right, when our village hired warriors to deal with the robbers, every household took out all the money. After the robbers were driven away, every family was poorer than the other. Otherwise, I wouldn't have come out to live."

"Absolutely crazy, he is just a lunatic, treating others as fools..."

The merchants seem to be in love with the scene, pointing at the farmer in front of the farmer, looking like they hate iron but steel, as if they want to say that if you spend money, you can hire a samurai, aren’t you stupid? ah.

Facing the responsibilities of the merchants, the samurai closed his eyes and held his head high, feeling at ease, and even felt that he was very polite, and completely forgot about eating the farmer's rice ball just now.

"Master Samurai, you can't go back on your word, or I'll have no face to go back to the village."

The farmer was still kowtowing and begging frantically, as if he didn't know he was tired, and kept banging the floor.

"Get lost! Don't disturb my uncle's sleep."

The samurai was so annoyed by the farmer that he kicked the farmer in the face: "Rice? Huh! Keep it for yourself!"

The rice placed on the floor in front of the farmer was pushed away by the samurai and scattered all over the place.

"Mi, this is Mi, this is our life."

The farmer was so anxious that he was about to cry, and he didn't bother the samurai any more. His eyes were full of those rice grains, and he picked them up one by one, just like money dropped all over the ground, and he cherished it very much.

The merchants lying around saw this and did not point out the samurai's rude and powerless behavior, nor did they continue to mock the poor peasants. Mo Jinyan, who had been watching, could tell that those merchants, like the farmer and the samurai, thought that the samurai was noble , there is nothing wrong with doing this, and at the same time, I also think that there is nothing wrong with farmers doing this. Everyone wants to live and live well.

At this moment, the samurai and the merchants around the farmer stood up at the same time, staring at their feet: "Hey, your rice."

The merchants picked up the rice that had been scattered all over the ground by the warriors, and handed it carefully to the farmers.

"Thank you, thank you."

The farmer was madly thankful and also madly looking for rice.

With the help of everyone, he finally returned all the scattered rice to the farmer. The farmer carefully packed the collected rice in a bag, rewrapped it, and knelt down in front of the warrior again with a guilty face, as if he wanted to use his spirit. Moved that samurai.

"It's impossible for my uncle to agree. If you want to kneel, you can kneel, but if you dare to interfere with my sleep, let's see how I will teach you a lesson."

The samurai opened half of his eyes and casually glanced at the persistent farmer, then closed his eyes and leaned against the wall to meditate.

"What a ridiculous and pathetic stupid peasant."

How could Mo Jinyan endure this scene? He couldn't help but sigh: "Are these the people of Cangying Kingdom? How pitiful. If this were in our spiritual continent, this would never happen..."

As soon as Mo Jinyan finished speaking, he returned immediately, looking at the pious kneeling farmer, Mo Jinyan's past came to his mind: "This really won't happen in our Lingqi Continent, it's just a different form in the Lingqi Continent." , What is the difference between me, a monk with a low cultivation level, and that farmer, and what is the difference between those masters and suzerains who occupy famous mountains and rivers with high cultivation bases, and that warrior?"

Thinking of himself and others, Mo Jinyan felt uncomfortable. Although he was in Cangying, he was a master here, but when he thought of returning to the Lingqi Continent, didn't he become that farmer?

Mo Jinyan got up silently, ready to go out for a while.

"Master Mo, why are you going?"

Dawu and Neidouzi, who were resting on Mo Jinyan's lap, were called out by Mo Jinyan.

"Oh, I'm a little hungry, go out and buy something to eat."

Dawu and Neidouzi could see that Mo Jinyan seemed very unhappy, so he had no reason to dissuade and refuse.

"Then hurry up, I'm afraid..."

Nezuko pouted in fear.

"Don't worry, just go out."

Mo Jinyan touched Nedouzi's head, forced a smile, put Wangcai at the door to protect Nedouzi and Dawu, and walked out with difficulty.

"The woman's man is gone, the man is gone."

One of the good merchants shouted excitedly, but the merchants around him were not interested in molesting Nedouzi and Dawu. Their faces were full of melancholy, because they were experiencing the same thing as that farmer, but in a different form Forget it, now everyone is preoccupied, lying on the floor without saying a word.

For a long time, Nedozi and Dawu looked forward to Mo Jinyan finally coming back, but this time, he came back with three extra rice balls in his hand.

"Please let it go!"

Mo Jinyan turned back to the room again, but this time the route was different from before, and he chose the road close to the farmer, which made the merchants around him very impatient.

嗒

When Mo Jinyan was passing the kneeling farmer, the two rice balls in his hand fell on Mo Jinyan's trousers.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, this..."

After staring at Mo Jinyan's strange samurai uniform, the farmer hurriedly kowtowed to apologize: "Samurai, I'm sorry, I accidentally dropped your rice ball."

Mo Jinyan glared at the farmer angrily: "I just bought this!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm willing to use my rice to compensate you!"

The farmer still kowtowed frantically to Mo Jinyan.

"Hahahaha! Forget it, forget it, just drop it."

Mo Jinyan immediately laughed indifferently.

"Thank you, Lord Warrior, for letting me go."

The farmer quickly picked up the two rice balls with both hands, and respectfully laid them in front of Ai Mo Jinyan.

"Master Samurai, your rice balls..."

A glint of water flashed across Mo Jinyan's eyes, and he tilted his head and pretended to be domineering: "How can I eat the things you have touched? I have a habit. Whenever someone else touches my food, that person will eat it." I must eat it!"

"I eat, I eat."

The farmer was overwhelmed with excitement, but the merchants around him secretly scolded Mo Jinyan for being a bully.

"and many more."

The samurai who kept his eyes closed all the time suddenly opened his eyes, stared at the two deformed rice balls in the hands of the farmer with seaweed, sesame seeds and oil, and said majesticly: "This area is my territory tonight. Everything belongs to my uncle."

The samurai licked his mouth and took the two rice balls from the farmer's hand, ready to eat them in one bite.

"..."

The farmer almost burst into tears. He hadn't eaten for two days, and the only ration was given to the samurai, but he thought it was his fault, so he could only watch helplessly as the samurai took it away, but he was helpless.

"Did I let you eat it? Huh? Give it back to him! It was he who made the uncle's rice ball dirty, and only he can eat it."

Mo Jinyan glared at the samurai who was about to eat the rice ball.

"I paid for this area and it is my territory, and everything that falls here is mine, don't you understand?"

Seeing that Mo Jinyan had such a tough attitude, the samurai touched the katana next to him and stared at Mo Jinyan, as if threatening Mo Jinyan.

"Put down your pretentious face, so what if you have a samurai sword? How powerful you are in front of others is your business, but if you continue to pretend to be powerful in front of me, then let's go out and compete?"

Mo Jinyan held a rice ball in his right hand, and pulled out the samurai sword given to him by Master Kukai with his left hand, which was just a sword.

The merchants around saw that Mo Jinyan had drawn their swords, and thought they were about to fight. This time, it was very lively, and they all raised their heads to look at Mo Jinyan and the warrior: "It looks like someone is about to die!"

The samurai saw that Mo Jinyan was going to play the real game and quickly changed his face: "Oh, we are all warriors, why do we have to use swords and swords? It's okay, it's okay, let this lowly farmer dirty the rice balls." I won’t eat it even if it’s given to me.”

"Humph!"

Mo Jinyan put away the samurai sword, and said arrogantly to the farmer: "Eat it in front of my uncle!"

"Yes Yes Yes."

The farmer snatched two more rice balls from the samurai. The samurai sighed helplessly.

"Hmph! I feel unlucky when I see you people. I am not in the mood to eat anymore. You give me this rice ball to eat!"

Mo Jinyan ordered domineeringly, the farmer became even more excited, dared to take the rice ball Mo Jinyan handed to him, swallowed it in one gulp, and then stroked his stomach comfortably, with a very satisfied look on his dark face. regained some color.

Mo Jinyan nodded in satisfaction: "That's right, I'll have more eyes in the future, if I bump into my uncle again, I'll kill you."

"Yes Yes Yes."

The farmer frantically kowtowed to Mo Jinyan.

"Master, are you a warrior?"

Mo Jinyan stared at his samurai uniform, smiled brightly, looked at the samurai and farmer leaning against the wall and said a very clear but incomprehensible sentence: "I am not a samurai."

The farmer was a little disappointed, and Mo Jinyan left in a cool manner, and this scene was seen by Nidouzi and Dawu in the room.

"What are you looking at? Sleep!"

The samurai leaning against the wall noticed that the eyes of the merchants around him had changed, and he seemed to be less awed. He also understood that he had been cowarded just now, and in order to save face, he yelled at the merchants around him.

The merchants around are still lying down thinking about their worries, and the farmers are still kneeling before the warriors, trying to impress them.

"Mo sauce, what do you mean?"

Nezuko pouted at Mo Jinyan who walked in the door.

"what do you mean?"

Mo Jinyan was puzzled.

"Why do you insult that farmer? Do you think you are great because you are from the Lingqi Continent? You can bully the people of our Cangying Kingdom at will?"

Da Wuqi's face became ferocious.

"Hahahaha!"

Mo Jinyan shook his head and smiled helplessly, and sat next to Neidouzi and Dawu.

"You still have the face to smile? Go and apologize to that farmer."

Dawu's attitude is tough, and Neidouzi doesn't give Mo Jinyan a good look.

"Why can't I laugh? I think I did the right thing."

Mo Jinyan leaned on the isolation board lazily looking at the angry Dawu and Nezuko with a wry smile.

(End of this chapter)