Qingden shivered, and then looked in the direction of the coldness - Sanazi squinted her eyes, staring at him expressionlessly.

This expression on his face, this look, seems to be saying: Hey, you seem to like gebuki very much?

Sanako was jealous more than anyone else, and she held the most vehement objections to Qingden's ambition of "marrying three wives and starting a big family."

In an instant, Qingdou corrected his gaze, not daring to look at the gebuki on the street anymore, and looked straight at the air in front of him.

The majesty of his demeanor and the solemnity of his expression are like the best annotation of the word "gentleman".

"This is Sumireya, one of the most popular teahouses in Gion."

"That's Tomaya, who trained the now famous gebuki: Yukiyo."

"This Shideya often cooperates with major tea shops in Gion."

…

Led by Goro Komaki, the group walked around Gion with stops.

Goro Komaki was very familiar with Gion.

Not only was he familiar with the topography of Gion, but he also had detailed information on various teahouses, houses, and houses in Gion at his fingertips.

When Qingdeng saw this, he couldn't help but joked:

"Mr. Komaki, you are so familiar with Gion. Do you think you frequent this place often?"

Goro Komaki smiled.

Then he turned his head and looked directly at Qingdeng, his expression extremely serious:

"Let's talk, let's make trouble, there are some jokes you can't make."

At the same time, Omachi turned his head sideways and cast a sharp, needle-piercing gaze at Komaki Goro - it was so similar to the look Sanako used to glare at Aitobo just now.

"Feel sorry……"

Qingdeng, who knew how frightening such a "kind look" was, apologized smoothly.

"Don't underestimate Gion, I didn't bring you to watch gebuki."

As he spoke, Goro Komaki changed into a serious tone.

“Gion is one of the largest gathering places in Kyoto.”

"Businessmen discuss business here."

"Drunkards drink here."

"The talented people discuss poetry here."

"Samurai exchange martial arts here."

"Naturally, it is indispensable for people with lofty ideals to discuss important matters of family and country here."

Goro Komaki tilted his head and put his right palm on his right auricle.

"Listen...prick your ears gently, and you will hear a lot of southern and northern accents."

When Qingdeng heard the words, he immediately held his breath and concentrated, listening attentively.

The talent "Perceiver of Wind +1" is activated.

Kyoto dialect, Osaka Benichi, Edo accent, Choshu accent, Satsuma dialect... all kinds of accents and accents poured directly into Aonto's ears.

"People with lofty ideals often gather in Gion for meetings."

"People come and go, and Gion, where scholars, farmers, and merchants are crowded together, is really a place that hides itself from others."

"They even hired and bribed gebuki, who often dealt with people from all walks of life and had a high degree of freedom, to be their eyes and ears to help collect intelligence and find out the news."

"Tachibana-kun, this is my suggestion to you - since you are the governor of Gyeonggi Town responsible for maintaining public security in Kyoto, you should list Gion as a key surveillance area."

"If you're lucky, you might be able to collect a lot of useful information here."

After hearing this, Qingdeng glanced around the surrounding street scene, and then solemnly thanked:

"Mr. Gu Mu, thank you very much. Your advice is very useful to me."

Komugoro smiled slightly.

"You're welcome. My wife and I have lived in Kyoto for many years and both have deep feelings for this city. We hope more than anyone else that Kyoto can return to its former stability as soon as possible. If I can contribute to the long-term stability of Kyoto, I will spare no effort. ."

As soon as Komaki Goro finished speaking——

"Hey! Have we made it clear? In 7 days, I want to see 100 taels of gold! Otherwise, your shop will be demolished!"

A sudden shout attracted the attention of Qingdeng and others.

I saw five fierce warriors with swords on their waists, rushing like wolves and tigers into a tea shop not far away.

When nearby pedestrians saw this, they all sped up and tried to avoid it.

Gu Muwulang raised his eyebrows and said quietly:

"Oh, we are really enemies of each other. Aren't these the Yakuza of Kusunoki Group?"

Qingteng of the Nanmu Group was in Wulang's shop just this morning. Through the stories of Gu Mu, his wife and the elderly, he learned in detail about the past and present life of this organization.

The tea shop that these five Yakuza gang members broke into exuded a simple atmosphere, both in terms of the area and the surrounding decoration.

Presumably this is just an ordinary, civilian shop.

When the thugs from the Kusunoki group forced their way in, the shopkeeper—a short middle-aged man—knelt down on the ground, bent over, with three fingers on the ground, his posture as humble as dust.

"My lords, we are just a small family and we really can't afford that much money! Do you think this money will be enough?"

As he spoke, the shopkeeper took out a money bag from his arms, untied it, and pushed it forward.

The money bag was filled with glittering gold. At a rough count, there were about 6 or 70 taels, but definitely not 100 taels.

The leader of the Yakuza—he had a conspicuous diagonal scar on the left corner of his mouth—kicked the pile of money away.

Crash clatter...gold coins rolled down.

"Cut the nonsense!"

The scarred face raised his eyebrows, showing his fierce look.

"You businessmen all know how to eat, drink and have fun on weekdays! What's the matter? When you eat, drink and play with women, you will have money. When I ask you to donate a sum of money to support the great cause of respecting the king and fighting the barbarians, why do you happen to have no money?

"

As soon as Scarface finished speaking, his companions behind him chirped in agreement:

"That's right!"

"You businessmen only have yellow and white things in your eyes and have no feelings for your family and country!"

"The country is in trouble! The Western Barbarians may attack at any time! Every penny of your funding will be used as our strength to fight against the Western Barbarians in the future!"

Faced with the blame from the thugs, the shopkeeper curled up into a ball, looked pale and did not dare to speak.

At this moment, a sassy female voice, accompanied by footsteps approaching from far away, came from the inner room of the teahouse.

"Please come back!"

Immediately afterwards, a woman in her 30s, wearing a blue kimono and a light purple sash, rushed out and glared at the Yakuza without fear.

Judging from her aura, she should be the mamasang of this tea shop.

"Don't go too far! Even if we are collecting funds for future revolts, there are so many tea shops with great businesses in Gion, buying houses, and moving out of houses. Why do you only come to us? This money is already all we can do.

Take out everything!”

Mamasang's scolding did not make Scarface angry - he swept his gaze, carefully looked at the other person from head to toe, and then showed an intriguing smile.

Then, Scarface strode towards Mama Sang.

When Mamasang saw this, she immediately realized something, her expression changed, and she subconsciously turned around to run away.

However, it was too late.

Scarface stepped forward and grabbed Mama Sang's clothes by the back collar.

"You, what are you going to do?"

Although she struggled hard, how could she, a weak woman, break free from the control of a grown man?

"I made it very clear before, right? If you don't pay enough 100 taels of gold, your store will be demolished."

"As a result, not only did you not pay enough, you also spoke rudely to us."

"Hey! Kids, demolish this shabby shop! Let others have a good look at the consequences of disobeying the great cause of the king and fighting the barbarians!"

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There was no time to mourn the failure of "17 o'clock on-time update" for even a moment. What immediately came to the battlefield was "19 o'clock on-time update"!

PS: The story in this chapter of "people with lofty ideals come to extort money and molest women" is a historical fact, and it is not a vulgar plot written by Bao Baozi. The reality is so vulgar, what can I do?
Chapter completed!