Chapter 11 The fate is over

Chapter 11 The fate is over

Chapter 11 The fate is over
The so-called samurai is actually another way of saying buqu, or private soldiers.

Basically every wealthy family would have private samurai. Just like the piano exams in later generations, samurai also had levels.

The lowest level of a warrior is three, and the highest is one.

Wu San is a second-level warrior, and Liu Erhu is of a higher level, a first-level warrior. However, they are special. They are slaves from aristocratic families. Their grandfathers and fathers were slaves of the Xiao family.

It is very good for children from ordinary families to pass the examination and become a third-level warrior. They can be hired by wealthy families and earn money to support their families.

Xiao Xia didn't expect that it had only been seven days since he came here, and he didn't even have any kung fu skills, but he had already become a third-level warrior.

Xiao Xia's new dormitory was not far from Erjia Lane. It was also a large courtyard covering an area of ​​20 acres. The large courtyard was divided into ten middle courtyards, and each middle courtyard was divided into ten small courtyards. Three people lived in each small courtyard, for a total of 300 people.

This is actually the military camp of the Xiao family warriors, called the Warrior Court, but there are only about a hundred people living in it. Many people live outside after getting married. The first and second level warriors have high incomes and receive rental subsidies, so of course they rent their own houses outside.

Therefore, the warriors living there are basically third-level warriors, around sixteen or seventeen years old.

Xiao Xia sat in her new room in a daze. It was a single room, about 20 square meters, located in a small courtyard. There were three dormitories in the courtyard, and Xiao Xia lived in one of the adjacent rooms.

There is a well in the courtyard, a toilet in the backyard, and a drainage ditch. It is clean and bright, much better than the crowded, dirty and smelly Erjia Lane.

The room was spacious and clean, but without furniture or daily necessities. It was empty except for a bed. Xiao Xia thought it would be a tatami couch, but it was not. It was a large single bed that was 1.5 meters wide.

Soon, the manager of the compound brought him a large pile of daily necessities and two new sets of samurai uniforms, as well as a few old boxes. Xiao Xia was really happy and quickly carried the supplies and clothes into the house. What a small blessing! He thought he had to pay for them himself.

At this moment, Xiao Xia suddenly heard a sarcastic voice.

"When did the Warriors' Court become a garbage dump? All kinds of messed up people are stuffed here. Butler Liu is just being reckless. Do we still have to follow the rules? I want to report this to my father."

Xiao Xia's face sank and he slowly walked out of the room. He saw a tall and thin young warrior standing in the yard. He was about eighteen or nineteen years old, wearing an embroidered warrior brocade robe. He had a horse face, thin lips, triangular eyes, and a face full of meanness.

Xiao Xia didn't know this person, but he knew the person following behind him. It was his enemy Liu Erhu.

"Brother, what advice do you have?"

The horse-faced warrior glanced at Xiao Xia and asked, "What level of warrior are you? Have you taken the exam?"

Xiao Xia shook her head. "I'm sorry, I don't understand the rules here. Butler Liu arranged for me to come in. If you have any questions, you can go to him."

"I'm going to look for him, but please get out now. You have no right to live here!"

Xiao Xia's anger also flared up. Who is this person? Why is he so arrogant?
Xiao Xia said coldly: "It was the master's idea to let me live here, and it's up to the master to decide whether to ask me to leave. No one else has the right to control me!"

The horse-faced warrior looked a little embarrassed, and he said angrily: "I'm going to take care of you today!"

He turned around and said to Liu Erhu, "Erhu, go get all the brothers here and throw all his stuff out!"

At this moment, someone suddenly shouted angrily, "Old Third, what are you doing?"

The door of the east room opened, and a young man of about fifteen or sixteen walked out. He had a square face, sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, and a dignified appearance.

"You want to show off your power to the newcomer, but you've come to the wrong place and the wrong person. This is the dormitory for third-level warriors, and it's not your business."

The horse-faced warrior was stunned for a moment, his face turned unnatural, and he said viciously: "Old Eight, you'd better not meddle in my business!"

"Believe it or not, if you dare to touch him, I will go find the head of the family right now!"

Liu Erhu quietly pulled the horse-faced warrior and whispered, "Let's go! Several new brothers are still waiting for the third brother to lecture them."

The horse-faced warrior got the upper hand and turned back to look at Xiao Xia coldly, "You'd better not fall into my hands."

He turned around and left with Liu Erhu.

The young man stepped forward and closed the gate, showing a bright smile, "Xiao Qilang, do you still recognize me?"

Xiao Xia smiled and shook his head. The young man clasped his fists and said with a smile: "I know you have lost your memory. It's okay. Let's get to know each other again. My name is Xiao Zhurong, and we will be roommates from now on."

"Xiao Xia!" Xiao Xia also followed suit and saluted with his fists clasped.

Xiao Zhurong nodded, "You introduced yourself to me in the same way four years ago, but you like to be alone. Although we know each other, we are not very familiar with each other."

"Brother Zhurong, how long have you been here?"

Xiao Zhurong smiled sheepishly, "Actually, I'm just like you, I just came today."

"Who was that person just now? He seemed very arrogant," Xiao Xia asked again.

Xiao Zhurong sneered and said, "He is the second master's son, named Xiao Jiangu, and he is the leader of the second-level warriors. Today is the day of induction. According to convention, they have to teach the newcomers a lesson. However, you are a third-level warrior, so he has no right to control you, so you should ignore him." "Does he know me?"

"How could he not recognize you? On the first day you came to the Xiao family, he wanted to take you in as his younger brother, but you refused, and he has always hated you! Just now he deliberately pretended not to know you."

Xiao Xia snorted, "It's best if I don't know this kind of rubbish!"

Xiao Xia stopped thinking about what happened just now. He looked around the yard and asked with a smile, "Are we the only two in this yard? I noticed that many yards are empty."

"There are only two of us at the moment. The middle room seems to be full of junk. I guess no one lives there."

"Are there any rules? Like what time do you have to come back at night?"

Xiao Zhurong still shook his head. "The steward only told me that fighting is not allowed, but he didn't say anything else. I saw another family living here, with children, so I guess there are no rules."

At this time, there was a sound of gongs and drums outside, it was very lively.

"What's going on outside?" Xiao Xia asked curiously.

Xiao Zhurong smiled and said, "Today, a new first-class warrior has arrived at the Warrior Academy. He is very famous in Jiangdu. His name is Wang Huiming, and he is a monk. Huiming is his Buddhist name. It is said that he is a third-grade warrior in martial arts, so we have to beat gongs and drums to welcome him."

"What does the third level of martial arts mean?"

"It's quite complicated. I'll explain it to you in detail later."

Xiao Xia nodded, stood up and said with a smile: "I have to go back and get the box first, we will go to dinner together tonight!"

Xiao Xia returned to Erjia Lane and just in time saw Uncle Men carrying a tattered cloth bag, walking out slowly with a hunched back.

"Uncle Men, have you moved away?"

Uncle Men nodded and said, "Xiao Qi, our fate is over. You have to learn to take care of yourself in the future. Remember not to drink raw water, or you will have diarrhea!"

Xiao Xia saw that he was old and worn out, and walked unsteadily. He had been a slave for thirty years! His nose felt sore, and he said quickly, "Wait a minute!"

He ran over, dragged out the box from the foot of the bed, took out the bag of one string of money, and stuffed ten taels of silver into it.

He ran out and stuffed the purse into Uncle Men's pocket, "This is a little gift from me, you must accept it!"

Uncle Men turned his head away, a turbid tear flowing from the corner of his eye.

He wiped away his tears and said with a smile: "Then I'll accept it. If we are destined to meet again in the future!"

Xiao Xia went forward and hugged Uncle Men. Uncle Men picked up the cloth bag, turned around and walked away slowly.

After Uncle Men left, the room became empty. Xiao Xia's pockets were also empty, with only two cents jingling in them, which were left over from the noodles he had eaten at noon.

When he returned to the dormitory, Xiao Zhurong was waiting for him to have dinner together!

Xiao's Food Store is right next to the Samurai Academy and is open from morning to night. It not only provides three meals a day for the samurai, but is also open to the public and does good business.

The food shop was almost exactly the same as the canteen in later generations. It was a large shed filled with tables and chairs that could seat hundreds of people. At the front was a long table with dozens of large basins on it filled with various dishes. The staple foods were mainly rice and steamed buns.

A middle-aged man who looked like a manager took a look at the warrior card numbers of the two people, gave each of them a white wooden plate to get their food.

White plates are for third-level warriors, black plates are for second-level warriors, and red plates are for first-level warriors. If outsiders come to eat, bamboo plates will be used to clearly distinguish them.

The chef can tell their level from the color of the wooden plates. A third-level warrior has one meat dish, two vegetables, a soup, and a staple food to fill him up.

Xiao Xia and Xiao Zhurong found a seat and sat down.

"Don't worry, the food store doesn't close until three o'clock. If you're hungry, you can still come here to eat something in the evening, but you'll have to pay for it yourself."

Xiao Xia suddenly remembered something and asked him, "When is the fifth watch?"

This question confused Xiao Zhurong, "Five o'clock? Isn't five o'clock the middle of the night?"

"Can we leave the city at midnight?"

Xiao Zhurong shook his head. "The city gates will be closed as soon as it gets dark. It will be soon!"

Seeing that it was already dusk outside, Xiao Xia finally understood what Zhang Zongguan meant by that sentence, "I suggest you don't go back to the city!" So he wanted to close the city gate!
He suddenly became anxious and started to eat voraciously.

(End of this chapter)