I'll tell you all, this land is round and we can sail forward without looking back, never worrying about losing our way home—wealth and homestead lie straight ahead.
Fear no powerful enem...
The shopkeeper then brought out another roll of fabric to show the onlookers. The intricate patterns and elaborate designs dazzled the eyes of the country bumpkins. This was Matsue cloth! Only true samurai could afford to wear it. Even daimyo often wore Matsue cloth, since silk was reserved for nobles to make formal attire for festivals and celebrations. Matsue cloth was a high-class item that ordinary people could only dream of.
As for the three zhang of Songjiang cloth as a monthly salary, that was even more unimaginable. A bolt of cloth is only ten zhang long, so you could earn one bolt of cloth in three months. And one bolt of Songjiang cloth could buy a beautiful wife in Japan. If converted into rice, it could feed a family for at least half a year. Not to mention the additional spoils of war.
Before anyone could speak, Chunshang pushed aside the crowd, stood on the steps, and shouted, "I'll go first."
At any time, the first subordinate to surrender will be treated differently. How could Chun Shang, who had fought for more than ten years, not understand this principle? Seeing that he was being treated this way, he immediately jumped out to be the first to do so.
Sure enough, he saw a smiling Great Xia man inside the guild hall nod at him, which made Chun Shang secretly happy, knowing that he had made an impression on his future master.
A man resembling a Xia warrior walked over, holding a bamboo sword. He then tossed him another bamboo sword and set up a fighting stance in the hall of the guild hall, indicating that he could begin.
Chun Shang steadied himself, knowing that this match was crucial to his fate. He gathered his strength and charged forward. With straight slashes, horizontal strikes, and spinning cuts, Chun Shang displayed all his skills, and for a time, he fought the Great Xia warrior to a standstill.
Chun Shang hadn't eaten breakfast that morning, and after a fierce battle, his weakened body gradually gave way, and he inwardly groaned. Just as he was about to give up to avoid making a fool of himself, the Great Xia person opposite him stepped back. And he nodded towards the smiling Great Xia woman.
"You can stay here and work as a squad leader first. If you do well, you can be promoted to brigade commander." The waiter translated the Da Xia Rao language to Chun Shang, which made Chun Shang Erlang very happy.