I was a swordsman in ancient Japan

"What's the relationship between that Mashima and that girl named Machi?"

"Village chief, why are you asking this?" Aiyaka asked back.

"Nothing, just a little curiosity."

"They are husband and wife." Aiyaka replied.

……

……

Chepke only asked this one question, and then let Aiyaka leave.

Looking at Aiyaka's leaving figure, Chepke pursed his lips tightly.

Then he asked Manaker beside him abruptly:

"Manakr... I just thought of it."

"I want to make other villages or other people look down on us and bully us. In addition to increasing the number of young men."

"We can also try to make some very powerful young men into our village..."

"For example...that Mashima..."

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I was a swordsman in ancient Japan

Chapter 490 Discussion on A-Ming's Waist Strength and Horse Riding [Burst Update 1W]

Everyone has been waiting for a long time, more than half an hour late, the problem is not big, the problem is not big

Manaker is not an idiot, of course he can understand what Chapke means.

"Do you want that Kazuto named Mashima to stay in our village?" Manacre widened his eyes.

"You saw how powerful that Mashima is last night, right?" Chepke said softly, "If he becomes a member of our village, then even though our village has very few males, he can make other villages Don’t dare to look down on us and bully us.”

"But how do you make that Kazuto a member of our village?" Manaker said in a deep voice, "Are you using a woman to keep him? Didn't Aiyaka just say that? He and that Kazuto woman It's husband and wife, he already has a wife."

"Regarding this matter, let's think about it slowly later." Chepke raised his hands and rubbed his temples on both sides. "The most urgent task now is to find a way to heal the injured villagers."

Chepke told Manaker what he had just learned from Uripashina, the only village doctor, that "the gunshot wound cannot be treated".

"Uripaxi can't be cured." Manakor screamed out with his eyes widened in shock.

Halfway through the speech, he realized that his voice seemed a little too loud. He quickly raised his hand to cover his mouth, and then changed into a soft tone:

"Uripahi can't heal those who are wounded by muskets? What then?"

As far as Manacre knew, there were quite a few people injured by muskets.

If none of these people can be cured, Manakr can't imagine what the consequences will be

"I just thought of a hopeful way to save them," Chepke said softly, "Manakor, go and call them."

Chepke spit out five names in one breath.

These five people are all the names of people who are still surviving and have considerable status in the village.

"Then call two more people who understand Japanese."

"Move faster." Chepke continued, "Come with me to find that white-skinned man named Skulucci later."

Cina Village, east of the village, Scruucci's Camp

One of Scruucci's quirks is that he is extremely fond of sleeping in a hammock.

Even inside the tent, he tied a strong hammock inside the tent and slept in the hammock.

In spite of the events of the previous night, Scruucci had a very comfortable sleep.

Years of adventure life made Scruzzi develop the habit of "waiting for death".

Even when he is sleeping, he will not take off his clothes and shoes, and always put his weapons where his hands can quickly reach them.

After a sound sleep, Scruucci walked out of his tent slowly while stretching himself after jumping out of the hammock.

Scruzzy's tent moved westward.

As soon as he stepped out of the tent, a ray of sunlight hit Scruucci directly.

Today is a sunny day, the sky is blue, the sun is shining brightly, and there is no annoying snow falling down.

Looking at the blue sky, Scruucci felt that even the air became a little fresher.

Just when Skulucci was smiling and enjoying the fresh air with his hips akimbo, Afjay's voice suddenly sounded from his side:

"Boss Skulucci, are you awake?"

"Oh! Afjay! Good morning! Looking at you, you seem to have slept well last night!"

"Last night I did some exercise, and of course I slept soundly, but" Afjay smiled wryly and rubbed his right shoulder, "After waking up, I now feel that my right shoulder is very painful."

The recoil of the Kentucky long rifle is not low.

Afjah, who used the Kentucky long rifle and fired an unknown number of times last night, suffered so many recoil impacts on his right shoulder. It is normal for his right shoulder to feel sore after waking up.

"Boss Skulucci, I'm going to get some food and drink, do you want me to get some for you?"

"Don't worry! Don't worry!" Scruzzi waved his hand, "Afjay, in the moment just now, I suddenly had an inspiration."

"Inspiration? What inspiration?"

"Inspiration for poetry."

"Boss, can you still write poetry?" Afujie raised his eyebrows, showing surprise.

It was the first time he had heard that Scruucci could write poetry after following Scruucci.

"Don't underestimate me." Scruucci shrugged. "I'm far more knowledgeable than you think. Want to hear a new poem I just wrote?"

"Then let me listen to the poems of the boss."

"The sky is so fucking blue, the sun is so fucking warm, today's weather is so fucking good, it's so fucking good to be alive."

"Boss, if you tell those real poets about your poem, they will definitely make you apologize to the art of poetry." Afjay looked determined, as if he was speaking some truth just now.

"Tsk tsk tsk." Skulucci raised his right index finger, then shook Afjay left and right, "Afjay, you just didn't understand the mystery of my poem just now."

"Although my poem just now looks very simple, it tells a very important truth in simple sentences, but it is always ignored by others. For a person, the most important thing is to live."

"Although I really don't understand any poems, I still know that there are no swear words in normal poems. Boss, why do you add swear words to every sentence in your poem?"

"It's not a swear word." Scruucci said solemnly, "Avjay, hasn't anyone told you?"

"In addition to being used to curse people, swear words can also be used as modal particles to increase the tone of speech."

"For example, you are so fucking annoying, you are much more imposing than you are so annoying, and it is easier to pass on your dislike to others."

"So every swear word in my poem, it's a modal particle, it's used to intensify the tone."

"It can make readers understand more deeply how blue the sky is, how warm the sun is, how wonderful the weather is, and how important it is to everyone to be alive when the author writes this poem."

As soon as Skulucci finished speaking, Afjay raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.

"I can't do it anymore. I feel that if I continue to listen to your nonsense, Boss, I will definitely not be able to look directly at the art of poetry in the future."

"I'm going to have breakfast, see you later, boss."

After all, Afjay quickly fled from Skulucci's side as if he was running away.

"It's so boring!"

Skulucci pouted at Afja's back.

"It's rare that poetry is so popular today, I want to talk more about poetry with people."

Scruucci, who had just woken up, wasn't too hungry.

Skulucci, who was not in a hurry to have breakfast, turned his head to look west, in the direction of the village of China.

Because there was a tent blocking it, Skulucci couldn't see what China Village looked like now.

But even so, Scruucci cast his gaze straight to the western sky.

When he was about to go to bed last night, he vaguely heard shouts and low cries coming from the village. Skulucci guessed that this was probably the sound made by the villagers of China Village when they cleaned up the village.

"It's so miserable." Looking at the western sky, Scruucci muttered in a low voice that only he could hear clearly.

"Boss!"

At this moment, a notification sound suddenly sounded, forcing Scruzzi to look away from the western sky and turn to the owner of the sound.

The owner of this voice was an ordinary subordinate under Scruzzy's command.

"What is it?" Scruucci asked.

"A group of Ainu people from the nearby village came, and they are now outside the gate of the camp." The subordinate replied succinctly, "They talked a lot, but I can't understand Ainu, I don’t understand Japanese either, so I don’t know what they’re here for.”

Scruucci raised an eyebrow.

The "next village" that this subordinate referred to was naturally Qina Village.

After Qina Village sent a group of people to learn about the incident, Skulucci only raised his eyebrows without any surprise on his face.

"Thank you for your hard work." After praising the subordinate who came to report the news, Skulucci strode towards the gate of the camp.

"I'll go meet them."

Scruucci was the only Japanese-speaking member of the gang.

So only Scruucci can communicate with them.

After the camp gate appeared within his field of vision, Skulucci saw Chepke and others standing outside the camp gate from a distance.

After discovering that the village head had personally brought people over, Skulucci finally showed a hint of surprise in his eyes.

He sped up his pace a little, and when he came to Chepke and the others, before Skulucci had time to say anything, Chepke took the lead and bowed to Skulucci and said:

"Scruucci, we saw your help to us last night."

"We will not forget everyone who reached out to us."

"I've come to thank you."

After learning from Ogata last night that Skulucci had helped them, Chepke asked different villagers for confirmation.

Many villagers also saw Skulucci and others who stayed outside the village last night and provided them with remote assistance, confirming that "Skulucci helped them" is indeed true.

After listening to the translator's translation, Skulucci carefully looked at Chepke's face several times, and then waved his hands.

"This is not a good place to talk, come with me."

After all, Skulucci motioned for the subordinates in charge of guarding the gate to let them go, and then led Chepke and others to his tent.

Along the way, Chepke and the others naturally attracted a lot of attention.

Skulucci's subordinates cast doubtful and curious eyes on Chepke because they did not know the purpose of the sudden arrival of the Ainu people.

Although I know that these "white men" around are not the same group of "white men" who attacked their village last night.

But seeing these faces with deep facial features and fair skin, Chepke and the others still felt a little uncomfortable, so they deliberately didn't look at the people around them, just looked straight ahead, and watched as they led the way. Scruucci's back.

Scruucci's tent was barely big enough for the Chepuk to stand inside.

After leading Chepke and the others into his tent, Skulucci sat down on the hammock, facing Chepke and the others.

As soon as Chepke and the others entered the tent, they bowed to Skulucci again, and said in a more solemn tone than before:

"Thank you very much for the helping hand you extended to us last night."

"Thank you very much."

"We will never treat everyone who helps us badly."

"Although our village is not rich, we will do our best to give you generous gifts."

Chepke wanted to say something more, but Chepke suddenly raised his hand to signal him not to say any more.

"I have received your thanks."

"Thank you or something, we'll talk about it in detail later."

"Now tell me something else."