While the great monks were still outside the bridge gate, Tadaoemon Peace San quickly ran forward. As a result, more than two of them were, and more than a dozen people ran out of the darkness, obviously waiting for this time.

None of the guards and the escort officers stopped him, and even deliberately made a little move so that Tadaemon and others could get close to these monks.

Those who can know that tonight's temples and clubs are going to send out anti-pornography news have some of the relationships with the public. Those who work as a shogunate or inherit the family name naturally have a salary to be paid. Those second-hand men in the family who do not have a salary or who have not yet served in the public service will definitely not have a good life. There is a chance to find two small money, so there is no need to stop them. Anyway, it is not their money, so why not do it?

It is not surprising that the monks are not surprised. Who has not had a few poor relatives? The master has eaten and drunk enough and saved almost 2,000 taels. Those who are watching and making soy sauce will have to pay a few small amounts of money.

There was no need for Tadaemon Kazuhiroshi to open his mouth, and his hands were closed and he stretched forward. The monks who were eager to leave paid for it. They didn't give much. Often, they were one or two cents of gold coins, a small one, and the weight was very light, but they accumulated a lot. More than twenty monks could get a lot.

Looking at the clean and large bald heads, Tadaoemon looked at the buzz cut next to him again. Now that the moon was about to set, he naturally could not reflect the moonlight anymore. But this small buzz cut suddenly reminded Tadaoemon of a poem, which was not very famous.

"Go..."

Bah, Bah, I've been skewed.

"The winter melon boat was not in line with the season, and suddenly visited Nihon Bridge. I have to ask how many boats there are, a total of forty and eight (monks)."

Tadaoemon probably could only recite this poem as a limerick and poem next door. After all, this thing is too easy to understand and you don’t need to memorize it. You can remember it by reciting it twice.

This poem also has its origin. It was probably in the middle of Edo period. Once, the temple and the temple pursued anti-pornography and gave everyone a holiday benefit. The result of the battle was even more brilliant than this time. A total of 48 flower monks were captured. A haiku who passed by and saw him immediately wrote a poem. The Edo was well-known to everyone and spread the "beautiful names" of the forty-eight monks all over the world.

Otherwise, the pen of the posture element is a knife that kills people without blood, this limerick is even more lethal than being seen by dozens or hundreds of people.

Since he thought of it, Tadaoyoumon subconsciously chanted, and his voice was neither loud nor small, just so that the monks around him could hear it clearly. The monk who called for a disciple just now changed his expression and the same was true for the monks who came to redeem him. They all looked at Tadaoyoumon who was reciting poems, and looked in their eyes.

Tadaoemon's hair has not yet grown completely, so he naturally cannot get a braid. He even tied it with a rope, and it is just so naturally loose.

A few monks saw that they were also from Buddhism. Which monk from the family came to tear down their walls? Could it be that they were expelled from the flower ring? Otherwise, why would they be able to recite poems so well!

"Give him, give him, give him, give him!" The monk felt depressed and waved his hands repeatedly.

From this point of view, Tadaoemon in front of him was definitely a "traitor" who knew the details of everyone. His lethality was much stronger than those ordinary people who were ignorant or had little knowledge. If he compiled another lilac poem to laugh at them, their reputation would be bad.

It’s not bad if you spend a few hundred taels, so you naturally buy people until you shut up. Something that can be solved with money will not be a problem at this time.

"Touch, there is still..." The monk who came to redeem the people whispered. [Note 1]

"It's so unlucky to give it to him!" It's almost dawn, so there is no time to argue about something here, so it's serious to run away quickly.

For some reason, Tadao Yuemon had an extra purse on his hand, and he felt that it was a little bit too heavy. Before Tadao Yuemon could react completely, Heizo suddenly spoke.

“My masters…”

Hei San didn't understand why after saying a few words of forty-eight ships, the monk in front could even throw his wallet here at once. But his mind was faster than Tadaoemon and realized that this might be an opportunity.

Other monks also heard the poems chanted by Tadao Eimon. If a person who was a fart was given a score of one or two, he would have given him a pass. Now he met a person who was educated and might have been a monk before, so he would not be so cheap. He thought to himself that he was not unlucky and gave the little money left to Tadao Eimon Peace San.

"I just recited one song..."

Before he could finish his words, the monks left, leaving only Tadaoemon holding more than a dozen cushions hanging in his hands, and the same was true for Hirami's hands.

It turns out that being educated can really do it!

Some of the people around who were asking for money turned around and stuffed dozens of one-cent two-cent gold coins into their arms and ran away, while others looked at this side. Ping San did not know how to do it, so they ran to a horse-riding Yu Li and shouted with a kiss.

"elder brother!"

After the show ended, the people who were still looking at Heizo and Tadaoemon also turned around and left. The horse warrior who Heizo called his brother would naturally become his father's elder brother in a few days.

"You will take it for you. That's what you call Tadaemon? You're a little talented." The samurai immediately waved his hand to Heizo, took out the posture of a master, and said to Heizo condescendingly.

Nowadays, the head of the family who inherited the family is the real head of the family. Even the father and mother have to sit under the head of the family's son when eating. This is to highlight the importance of the family and also a manifestation of feudal order.

Not to mention that Ping San is his younger brother, it will be the same if he has become Ping San's father in a few days. I won't say that he has a good look, so the majesty of the head of the family is like this.

"I understand." Ping San was probably a little afraid of this brother, so he bowed respectfully to his brother.

"I'm so happy, don't be able to show off the market, don't spend money randomly!"

"clear!"

He stuffed all his money bags into his arms, bulging like a pregnant woman who was pregnant for five or six months. Heizo put on Tadaoemon's shoulders and did not turn around and go home, but walked towards Nihonbashi. His brother and his group did not leave.

The morning in Nihonbashi is about to begin. The morning begins, so breakfast will naturally begin.
Chapter completed!