There is a dining place on the first floor of the inn, and it is quite lively at this time. Several tables of guests gathered together. In the middle hall, several artists and singers were performing. The guests made a joke from time to time, making the restaurant look a little noisy.n∈

When the boss saw Mu Yang frowned, he quickly said, "It's all regular customers. I've called artists to cheer them up, so it's not easy to dissuade them. Guest, if you think it's noisy, I'll send the food to your house?"

Mu Yang thought about it and just forgot it, just to appreciate Japanese art.

The wine and food are served. It is a typical Japanese shabu shabu. In fact, it is similar to Chinese shabu shabu shabu , but the recipe and ingredients are more Japanese-made. On a slightly cool autumn night, it is still very good to have a hot pot. Muyang did not have a good meal at noon, so he only used bread and ham to deal with it. Now he needs to make up for it.

"Sir, are you a student?" Just as Mu Yang was eating, a middle-aged man next to him asked Mu Yang with a glass of wine and smiling.

Mu Yang didn't know what was going on now, so he had to answer: "Yes, a student at Kyoto University."

The smile on the middle-aged man's face became even stronger, "Oh, I'm so lucky to see a college student in such a remote place. My name is Miyamoto Momodaro, please have a drink and see what you want."

In Japan, especially during this period, people still respect old-fashioned students, especially college students, and often regard them as superiors. It is an honor for them to invite Kyoto University students like Muyang to have a drink.

Mu Yang raised his wine glass, which was a toast to meet the toast of Daolang, and then he started to watch the performance.

In fact, these rural artists mostly perform acrobatic dramas, such as ancient characters, etc., and they mostly have humorous elements in them, some similar to comic dramas. In order to please ordinary people, these artists also have some vulgar performance content, and the social status of the artists is also very low.

After the performance of the two women, several men came up, some of whom were wearing wooden knives, some of whom used wooden knives to represent knives, some of whom put black paper on the part of the man meant Rendanhu, and some even wore fake braids. Mu Yang was stunned for the action of picking up food in his hand.

As the performance progressed, Mu Yang already knew the general content of this play. In the late Qing Dynasty, the Japanese were arrogant and domineering in bullying the Chinese.

The Japanese are extremely tall and wise, while the Chinese are extremely humble and bent their knees, forming a strong contrast, and there are also many jokes mixed in, which makes the people present laugh from time to time. Mu Yang saw that the Japanese use this method to satisfy their vanity as winners and belittle others to get happiness.

Mu Yang's face became very bad since he knew the content of the play. As the atmosphere became more and more intense, the Japanese in the room kept applauding and laughing, and the artists in the hall performed more vigorously. Mu Yang only felt a flame burning in his eyes.

Two Japanese ronin warriors are playing a show of teaching Chinese people to be rude. One of them grabbed the man's braid on the ground and ridiculed loudly: "This pig's tail should have been cut off long ago. In fact, even if the Chinese cut off this tail, they are still cowards and a lowly person who is enslaved by our Yamato nation."

The Eliminated Lang and the other audience members laughed loudly, as if the back teeth were about to be exposed, and even shouted loudly, "The Chinese pigs should be enslaved by our Yamato people." "After occupying the entire China, our Yamato people will enjoy the best land, the best women, and all Chinese men will be driven to work." "The Great Japanese Empire is invincible."

Mu Yang felt anger burning from his chest. Looking at the hideous faces, Mu Yang realized that it was not only Japanese soldiers who invaded China. At that time, the entire Japanese citizens were waiting for victory and waiting to divide China's interests. Even ordinary people had the same idea and wanted to get benefits from their actions to defeat China.

It turns out that my idea may be really wrong. The enemy is the enemy and will not divide any good enemies or bad enemies. Isn’t the Japanese soldiers fighting in the front, and there are countless Japanese people supporting them behind them? The Japanese people’s idea is actually to share some benefits from the fruits of victory.

Therefore, all the Japanese at this time were invaders and war dealers.

The samurai played by the artist was still saying words insulting the Chinese. Suddenly, a huge black shadow fell from the sky and hit him directly on his head. The artist was not wary of it. The head was hit hard by the square wooden table, and blood flowed down instantly. He screamed "ah" and fell directly to the ground.

Everyone was shocked and looked at the artists who were lying in a pool of blood, and then people turned to look at the place where the table flew. Mu Yang stood there and looked at everyone with a pale face without saying a word.

"Sir, why are you going to hit someone?" An artist roared at Mu Yang.

Mu Yang said with a calm expression, "Because you are too noisy, it affects my meal." Speaking of this, Mu Yang took out a few Japanese yen notes from his pocket and threw them on the ground and said, "This is his medical expenses. Now, carry him out. If I hear a little of your voice tonight, I will bear the consequences."

Everyone saw Mu Yang's cold expression. Although there were many artists, they did not dare to have any intention of confrontation. Someone picked up the money on the ground, and several men raised the artist who fainted from the ground and ran away directly.

Those guests who were drinking and having fun originally wanted to argue with Mu Yang, but when they saw Mu Yang's attitude, they thought it would be better to be less troubled, so everyone left the restaurant in disappointment. Soon, Mu Yang was left alone in the restaurant. Now Mu Yang's table was thrown out, and there was nothing in front of him, but he was not full yet.

Looking at the inn waiter who was protruding his head at the door, Mu Yang waved and said, "Don't hide, it's good to eat now, give me a sukiyaki."

After drinking and eating, you can sleep well.

The next day, Muyang boarded a ferry to the port of Anan Town, Tokushima Prefecture. Anan Port is one of the major ports in southern Japan. There are often passenger ships stopping to dock and are considered a transit station. Muyang wants to board the ship in Anan and head north to Tokyo.

After four days of traveling, Mu Yang finally arrived in Tokyo.

Mu Yang is still dressed in a Zhongshan suit. He has no idea about completing his tasks. Where to start, how to get close to the Japanese emperor, how to implement his plan, and how to escape unscathed are all things to consider. Forget it, I'd better find a place to settle down first and think of a solution slowly.

Shinjuku is not close to the palace, but it is a very complicated place to hide your body easily. Muyang directly moved into a street-facing inn in Shinjuku, and opposite the inn was a brothel.
Chapter completed!