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Just when Ayoto was speechless, Kinoshita Mai continued:

"He just said: I hope you can go and sit in his tea house. He bought a new batch of good tea today, and it tastes delicious."

"Ah Wu, please tell him: thank you for your kindness, but we are on our way, so we won't go to drink tea."

After saying that, Qingdeng lightly knocked on the horse's belly and continued to move forward.

However, not far away, another person stopped him.

"This man!"

The person who appeared this time spoke Mandarin, but his accent still had a strong Osaka flavor.

"Would you like to play the string lottery? The highest prize is a full 10 taels of gold! 10 taels of gold!"

He said this in an exaggerated tone while holding out 10 fingers.

String lottery - also known as "Baoyin". Pick out a rope from a pile and pull it. If you pull a special rope, you win and you can receive the prize. It was originally a children's game, but later the prize gradually became

After getting luxurious, the adults became enthusiastic, so it was banned for a time during the lenient reform (1787-1793).

"No, thank you."

"My lord! Think about it again! Such a generous prize is rare!"

"Thank you, that's really not necessary."

After pulling back and forth like this for a while, Qingdeng finally got rid of this person's entanglement.

Before he could take a breath, a new figure appeared in front of his horse.

"Sir! Look at your appearance. Are you travelers from other places?"

The guy who appeared this time was a young man wearing funny clothes.

It looks like he is a street performer.

Before Qingdeng could respond, he continued on his own:

"Since I'm a foreigner, I can't help but watch my proud performance when I come to Osaka!"

After that, he lifted up the hem of his clothes, stuck out his butt, and raised his eyes to the sky.

When Qingdeng saw this, he couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

Such a gesture...he had already recognized the skill that the other party was going to perform.

Obviously, this is Japan's traditional performing arts - Qufu.

To put it simply, it is a fart acrobatics accompanied by shamisen and ditty. It is very vulgar, but it is very popular with the public.

In the blink of an eye... really in the blink of an eye, a large number of onlookers suddenly appeared around Qingdeng.

They surrounded him three times inside and three outside, eagerly waiting for the street performer who called himself Ujiro to fart.

After finishing his preparations, Ujiro slowly took out a simple flute from his arms.

Then, he farted hard while playing the flute.

In order to hold back the fart, he exerted all his strength, causing his blood to surge up and his face to turn red.

Poof! Poof! Poof! Poof! Poof! Poof!

The fart sound is melodious...

Miraculously, the sound of his farts matched the sound of the flute...

The spectators at the scene laughed and looked very happy.

Ainoto, who did not appreciate this kind of performance at all, looked at Ujiro who was trying hard to fart and the surrounding Osaka citizens who were very supportive with a confused look on his face.

After about 1 minute, the performance ended.

"Thank you! Thank you for your support!"

Ujiro stood up, got dressed, thanked the onlookers, and then bowed to Aoto in a very elegant manner.

Then, he left without asking Qingdeng for any reward.

As for the spectators, they dispersed naturally.

Qingdeng stared blankly at the fart artist's back - he seemed to simply want to express his desire to perform in front of travelers...

As soon as the artist left, a new "unexpected situation" caught up with Qingdeng.

Five aunts carrying vegetable baskets came up to him out of nowhere and spoke to him very familiarly:

"Oh, my dear! You are so tall!"

"Look! This horse's hair is shiny! It's so well-kept!"

"Ouch! Is this your wife?"

"What a beautiful daughter-in-law! Her skin is so tender that you can pinch water from it!"

"Ho ho ho ho, it would be great if my daughter-in-law could be so cool!"

"Huh? This old man with glasses here is also very handsome!"

…

There was a loud chirping sound.

With only five people, they managed to create the momentum of "500 ducks quacking in unison".

Qingdeng and others didn't respond a word, but they had already said dozens of words to themselves.

Because they were talking together, no one was paying attention to the other, and their voices were loud, Qingdeng didn't hear what they were saying, and all he heard was a bunch of noise.

Qingdeng dared to use his soul as a guarantee - he absolutely did not know these five aunts, and had never even met them.

Although they were strangers, the other party came over to chat with ease, and the conversation was very lively, without any feeling of awkwardness at all.

Qingdeng and others obviously ignored them, but they could still continue the chat without any hindrance...

If someone who didn't know about it met them, they might think that Qingdeng and them were acquaintances.

Compared to Aoto's confusion, Boss Kiryu and Mai Kinoshita were very calm at this time.

It seems that they are not surprised by the situation where "Aunt Osaka, whom they don't know at all, suddenly comes up to talk".

Boss Kiryu smiled reservedly and put on a skilled Osaka accent:

"Thank you for the compliment. I didn't expect that at my age, I could be praised as 'handsome' by a beauty like you. I am truly lucky."

"Yeah! Uncle, you are really good at talking! Do you want to eat grilled squid? I just bought two grilled squids for my husband, come on! Share one with you! Eat it quickly, it's hot!"

…

Boss Kiryu dismissed these aunts with a few words.

Although the aunts left, Qingdeng was still immersed in shock and could not extricate himself for a long time.

——Are these people from Osaka...?

——The way Osaka people close the distance is so strange...!

At this moment, Qingdeng realized again: Sometimes, "regional blackness" is really the original version of big data!

From the time he entered Osaka city to now, it had only taken half an hour.

In this extremely short period of time, he has already felt an extremely strong cultural shock!

Looking around Japan, Osaka is one of the areas most susceptible to "regional blackouts".

A long time ago, Qingteng had heard about the stereotypes of Osaka people from various channels.

For example, Osaka people have a very strong sense of pride in their dialect and believe that Osaka dialect is the well-deserved Japanese Mandarin.

Even if they can speak Kanto, they still stubbornly use Osaka dialect - of course, it may be because the "infectiousness" of Osaka dialect is too strong, so they can't correct it.

Similar to this stereotype, there are also "Osaka people are extremely enthusiastic, so enthusiastic that it makes people confused", "Osaka people like to perform jokes", "aunts especially like to chat"... and so on.

Qingto's eyes were opened today - it turns out that the stereotypes that the public has about Osaka people are all true!

As a member of the "Confucian cultural circle", under the influence of Confucian culture, the Japanese in the Edo period highly valued an implicit and elegant way of communication.

Aoto, who had only lived in Edo and Kyoto before, had long been accustomed to this implicit and tactful way of getting along with people.

Therefore, he naturally felt extremely uncomfortable with the Osaka people's particularly "enthusiastic" communication attitude and their weird way of shortening the distance.

Just when Qingdeng was still confused, a sudden shout sucked away his attention——

"Look! It's the remnants of the 'Big Salt Party'! Let's go, let's go!"

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