As soon as Kazuma finished speaking, Chiyoko walked around from the side of the cherry blossom tree and poked her head curiously: "What's wrong? Who's here? Ah, Mr. Police, hello."
"The police sent back the knives and bamboo hats." Hema responded, while lifting the plastic box containing the wooden knives on the ground with one hand—the eighteen wooden knives were not very heavy.
Chiyoko rushed over to pick up the bamboo hat, and then bowed to the police officers: "Thank you, everyone."
"You're welcome, then let's take our leave, Mr. Kiryu, Miss Kiryu." The police officer saluted Kazuma, then got into the car with his men, and ran away in a hurry.
Chiyoko looked at the knife in Kazuma's hand suspiciously: "What's the matter with this knife? Look at Jiashi, this knife is not cheap, it shouldn't belong to our family, right?"
He Ma: "Now it is."
It took Chiyoko a second to understand this sentence, and then she gently supported her forehead: "Okay, I understand, let me think about it, there used to be a knife holder at home, but I don't know where to throw it... By the way, you If you want to place a knife, there must be a hanging scroll behind the knife holder, we don’t have such a thing in our house.”
Hanging scrolls should be hung behind the display racks of famous knives as the background. There can be words or paintings on the hanging scrolls, and it is best to come from famous masters.
The more famous the sword, the more particular it is.
Anyway, the Japanese like to pursue a particularity in these places.
This poor and fastidious atmosphere here in Japan has directly raised a very large group of "craftsmen". To be honest, the craftsmanship of these people may not be as good as the machines on the assembly line, but it is better than a fastidious one.
Japan's upper class, relying on this particularity, established their identity, and their behavior, in turn, elevated the status of the "workers".
For example, flower arrangement. When the Chinese see the title of a certain flower arranging celebrity, don’t they think that they are just a flower seller
But in Japan, people are really more than just flower sellers. In their flower arrangement classrooms, there are likely to be a group of rich ladies and young ladies studying under their names. Their phone books are filled with direct numbers of various dignitaries, and they are not secretaries. The kind you pick up.
This number alone could save people decades of struggle.
There are also celebrities in flower cards, shogi, tea ceremony, and even handicrafts such as paper fans, paper umbrellas, etc. All those who are linked to traditional skills have basically become a medium for dignitaries to show their status.
Relying on this relationship, they also became part of Japan's upper class society.
He Masai is actually quite envious of this mechanism in Japan, because although this mechanism is a feudal legacy, it preserves a lot of traditional crafts and culture.
In contrast, Chinese traditional cultures such as paper-cutting and shadow puppetry are almost gone.
He Ma forced himself not to think about the past life, and then took advantage of the opportunity to start thinking about this life: In this world, this kind of poverty has practical effects, and I have to learn to listen to music, drink tea and watch Jingliu...
I don't know if listening to Peking Opera is effective.
In my previous life, I watched the movie In the Name of the People with Ma, and listened to Shajiabang's "Wisdom Fighting", and found it really exciting and addictive, so I listened to all the eight model operas of that year.
What is "drinking celebration wine today", what is "drinking mother a bowl of wine before leaving is full of courage", what is "dare to tell the sun and the moon to change the sky", it is on top.
It would be great if listening to modern Beijing opera can also have buffs.
Hema was distracted, Chiyoko pushed Hema's: "Brother, the police officers are gone."
"Huh? Oh. Got it."
"Why are you in a trance lately?" Chiyoko asked worriedly, "Uncomfortable?"
"I'm feeling the world." He Ma said nonsense.
"Lied to me again." Chiyoko pouted, and went back to the house with the bamboo hat.
and the horse followed.
When entering the dojo, the two girls were stunned, their eyes fell on the knife in Hema's hand.
"Is that... a real sword?" Mikako asked cautiously.
He Ma put the box containing the wooden knife in his hand to the ground, freed his hand and drew the knife directly.
The crisp sound of the knife being unsheathed made Mikako shrink back.
In fact, this kind of thin metallic sound, people will instinctively get goose bumps when they hear it, which is similar to the reaction when they hear the sound of scraping iron with fingernails.
Nanjo took a step forward and carefully observed the sword in Kazuma's hand: "Is this pattern an ancient sword? Looking at the decoration, it's Bizen Osafune? But does Bizen Osafune have a monogram pattern?"
Kazuma looked at Nanjo in surprise: "You actually know this?"
"Well, my father asked me to learn everything related to Chinese life."
Wait, knives are also related to Chinese life? That's right, the Chinese are the former warrior class, who use swords to show their status.
Nanjo: "Is this a modern imitation sword? After all, it is rare to see Bizen Osafune with a lettering pattern. This is usually an decoration for the sword forged by the Gongqing family."
He Ma heard the low whine and buzzing of the knife in his hand.
He Ma Xin thought Nanjou, you can shut up quickly, or I might be controlled by a knife to chop you up.
In order not to cause trouble, He Ma put the knife back into the sheath.
The buzzing blade sound also disappeared.
At this time, Chiyoko ran out of the warehouse with a bunch of parts in his arms: "I found it. Sure enough, the knife holder is still there. It's strange, obviously all the knives are sold..."
Chiyoko put the dismantled knife holder on the ground, this action created a lot of smoke and dust.
While waving away the smoke, Chiyoko said, "Oh no, I have to wash it before assembling it. Brother, I'm going to wash this thing. You and the two seniors should have lunch first."
He Ma was called to open the door by the police in the middle of lunch.
Chiyoko picked up the dropped parts again, and trotted away.
"You are so energetic, Chiyoko." Mikako watched Chiyoko leave and sighed.
"Qianjiang?"
"Yeah, of course girls have to have cute nicknames, don't they? Or, do you also want a sauce? And horse sauce?"
Mikako looked at Kazuma with a smile.
"Well, it doesn't feel bad." He Ma nodded, "You can call it that way if you want."
Nanjo: "Wama-chan, let's continue eating."
"Ah!" Mikako pointed at Nanjo, "I thought of calling it that first! Obviously I did it first!"
Nanjo-san ignored Mikako and walked straight to the side where the bento boxes were still placed.
Kazuma looked at Mikako and said to her with his mouth: "I testified first." '
Mikako stood up pouted and walked towards the yard.
Nanjo, who went to the edge first, turned around and asked, "By the way, why did you suddenly have a sword? Chiyoko said that your family's financial situation is not very good. This kind of ancient sword is so expensive, isn't it?"
"Ah... well, it's a trophy." Hema could only explain in this way, "I did what was right, and the person I helped decided to give me this knife."
"Well, it seems that classmate and Ma really helped each other a lot."
Nanjo has resumed the title of "Classmate Hema". It seems that she is really not used to calling a big man "XX sauce".
"Yes," He Ma responded with a smile, "I really helped the client a lot and freed him from the big troubles that plagued him."
Freed forever.
Although the last one wasn't my fault.