I am practicing in Tokyo

Chapter 113
In the early years of the Tokugawa Shogunate, there were ruined temples in the mountains, and it rained continuously at night.

Yuki Yuyo unloaded the burden of goods on his shoulders. He is a wandering merchant in the countryside. His status is not high in the current era, and he supports his family by the difference in the price of reselling goods.

The rain fell very fast, and he ran for several miles before he found this dilapidated temple with air leaks everywhere. The statue of the mountain god that was originally enshrined had long been destroyed by the war, and the temple crowd scattered away. Over time, it became a temporary residence for passers-by. No matter how broken or rotten it is, at least there is a roof to keep out the wind and rain.

Sitting cross-legged in the corner was a monk, his cassock was dilapidated and patched so that he could barely wear it. He didn't have a Zen staff, but a broken bowl with a chipped mouth was placed by his feet, and he beat the wooden fish once and for all. read vague scriptures.

Yuki Yuyo, who was a traveling trader, removed his hand from the small sword at his waist. The monk was not armed, and even the sound of knocking on the wooden fish was very weak, so there should be no threat.

Although Ieyasu Tokugawa unified the island country and promulgated the samurai laws that restricted daimyo from all over the place, so that the current situation is no longer turbulent, but the evil forces such as bandits and robbers have been banned repeatedly. If he was not careful, he would have died long ago.

"Shi Yuji, you and I have cultivated for more than 30 years, and now your chance has arrived."

Hanging Monk opened his eyes, and across from him, there was a girl in kimono sitting cross-legged. After more than 30 years, his appearance and hers had not changed much. It seemed that Shigure's identity as a monster was confirmed by him.

"Cough! This benefactor, the little monk was robbed of his money by robbers the day before yesterday, and now he is thirsty and hungry. Can you kindly give me a bowl of rice?"

Huiyuan focused on the small half bag of polished rice in Yuchengyou's freight forwarder. Even in the relatively stable early years of the shogunate, this kind of food was not something that ordinary people could enjoy. Change to cheaper bran rice or other rations in large quantities, otherwise the family will not have enough to eat.

Huiyuan's words were not lying, although with his means, it was useless to attack hundreds of robbers together, but he didn't make a move at the time, and Shi Yuji, who couldn't be seen by ordinary people, also endured it, resulting in the loss of a few taels. Broken silver, a small piece of gold.

Thirsty and hungry is false, but it is true to test the kindness of Mrs. Yuki. If such an exorbitant request can be granted, the person must be a kind person. The family entrusted by Shi Yuji will bring continuous wealth. It will cause the disaster of destroying the family.

"I don't have polished rice, but I can give you a bowl of bran rice. Do you want it?"

Yuki Tomoyo has a good character, even though he didn't agree to Huiyuan's unreasonable request, he still generously took out his own bag of rations and shared them.

"Amitabha, monks have always eaten polished rice, and bran rice is not used to it."

After chanting the Buddha's name, Huiyuan remained unmoved, Yuki Yudai shook his head, raised the fire and started a pot. There was a well water in front of the ruined temple, scoured the gravel between the bran and rice, and cooked a pot of simple rice porridge.

Not long after, the aroma of rice overflowed from the pot, and Huiyuan's stomach made strange noises.

Yuki Tomoyo laughed, no matter whether you are a prince or aristocrat or a commoner, you cannot stand without food.

Simply put, when he washes the rice, he prepares a portion for two people in advance. This monk is not like those evil monks in the big temple who forcibly occupy farmers’ land and bully men and women, but a true monk who travels asceticly, doing good deeds within his power , so what the hell.

"Rice, rice, rice! If a person doesn't eat for three days, he won't even have the strength to walk, don't you think?"

Yudai Yucheng knocked on the empty bowl with bamboo chopsticks, shouted mockingly, and deliberately asked Huiyuan who was alone.

"Yes, yes, yes."

Huiyuan approached as if unable to bear the hunger, and begged for a bowl of cooked rice porridge, and ate it while sitting in front of the pot, showing no sign of arrogance just now.

If you have a kind heart and a bottom line, I choose you.

After eating, Huiyuan changed his mind and took out a square box from his luggage with a black lacquer cover. It was not a simple utensil at first glance. Those bandits and robbers only knew gold, silver and jewelry, but they missed the real good things.

Opening the lid of the box, he showed Yuki Yudai a small and exquisite paper house inside, and Huiyuan pointed to the half bag of polished rice in the cargo without giving up, wanting to exchange it.

The shape of the paper house is unique. There is a girl in kimono sitting quietly in the front yard and back room. I don’t know what kind of ingenuity it is to create such a strange thing.

"There is a zashiki boy living in this house. As long as you take it home and enshrine it, you will be able to attract wealth and treasure. I want to exchange polished rice with you."

Huiyuan clapped his hands, and the paper figurine girl in the room started to dance. The cold air in the ruined temple suddenly rose, and the atmosphere became weird.

"However, blessings come with misfortunes. People who get wealth often don't live to be 60 years old. After death, the souls of the dead will be swallowed. This is the price."

He didn't hide the side effects irresponsibly like a smiling salesman. Yuuki Youdai didn't take it seriously. It's not bad to live past 50 years old in this day and age. As for what happens after death, it's not easy for people to live, so why do they care about death? What next?
"The contract is for 500 years, to protect your family's prosperity and wealth, and I will come to pick it up when the time comes."

Seeing Yuuki Yudai thinking and nodding in agreement, Huiyuan picked up half a bag of polished rice, but before he finished speaking, he disappeared out of thin air.

So far, the Yuki family has enjoyed wealth and honor for hundreds of years without interruption.
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"This is the remote control of the TV. There are these two keys to change the channel, and this long button to increase and decrease the volume."

On Monday morning, Fujii came down from upstairs and passed Uncle Tianhai who was teaching Shiyu to watch the 55-inch large-screen LCD TV in the living room. After breakfast, he picked up his schoolbag and went out to school.

"What is he doing out there?"

Shigure curiously asked Uncle Tianhai, Fujii tree is not a royal family member or a samurai who needs to go to work in the public office, and goes to school regularly every day, which made her doubtful.

"Go to school. In our era, most young people in their twenties are learning knowledge in school."

When Uncle Tianhai answered her question, the young girl's concept seemed to be stuck in hundreds of years ago.

"What is taught in school? Sinology or abacus? Or astronomy and stargazing?"

Tilting her head, Shigure thought of the most inconvenient place in this era, the hira katakana full of streets was hard to understand, in the era she lived, this kind of writing was only learned by low-end merchants and landlords, her kind The daughter of a national daimyo, who studies Sinology and Buddhism, is in order to be able to marry the sons and grandchildren of the allied daimyo in the future, and to contact the relationship between the two families.

"Mandarin has a small part of Sinology. Abacus has been improved into numbers. Astronomy? It can be regarded as geography. In addition to these, there are also subjects such as English and history. Modern people know more than nobles in the Warring States period."

At any rate, Uncle Tianhai, who was born in Tokyo Institute of Technology, explained it carefully. He turned on the TV and found a Japanese TV drama "Samurai High School" in which the soul of an ancient samurai wears a modern look. He hoped that through this drama, Shigure could roughly understand her. current situation.

"Yuedaitou, you're still so ugly!"

Unexpectedly, Shigure's focus was entirely on the samurai in the play, and he complained.

Hopeless.

Uncle Tianhai, who gave up the treatment, lay on his back on the sofa, twitching the corners of his mouth.

When Fujii came to the school, he found an extra library card in the drawer.

in memory of our passing age?Isn't this the book that Hase Azusa loves to read?

After reading the contents of the library card, he looked towards the back seat, but the familiar figure was nowhere to be seen.

Until the end of the first class, Hase Azusa still didn't appear. At first he thought he had asked for leave, but when he recalled last Friday's farewell, he rushed out with his library card.

"Fujii-san! Class is about to begin."

Class monitor Chika Akiyama stood up and reminded him, but Fujii Shu, who had always been disciplined, ran towards the school library without paying attention.

The class bell in the corridor rang, and the boy ran in the corridor where the sun was shining.

The boarding reminder at the airport was reported twice, Azusa Hase and her father Yukishi Hase, who accompanied her, bid farewell to the tearful mother Makiko and walked into the boarding passage.

Pushing open the door of the on-campus library, the students who are administrators are already attending classes in the classroom. The room is empty, and the window is forgotten to be closed. The white gauze curtain is blown by the wind, and the sun shines on the yellowed wooden floor. desolate.

Fujii searched for a long time in front of the bookshelves, and finally found this unpopular book in an inconspicuous corner. The cover is almost new. It is different from popular juvenile manga and romance novels. Few students will read it. Read this kind of book.

Flipping to the middle, there is a letter paper sandwiched between the pages of the book, carefully and slowly opening it, the beautiful handwriting is from Hase Azusa's pen.

"My dear Fujii, it is really difficult for me to explain this to you in person, so I have to tell you in this timid way."

The plane started to rise, and Azusa Hase, who was sitting in front of the porthole, gazed at the land in front of her eyes with nostalgia, and there were people and things worth remembering. Will her leaving without saying goodbye make Fujii, who has always been calm, shed a few tears?

"During the 560 three days of being together, you helped me a lot, so much that I fell in love with you a little bit, but I know that it is hard for me now."

Fujii walked to the window and read every word under the soft light. The sunlight reflected his face white and red, and he was immersed in an inexplicable atmosphere.

"So, I decided to improve myself. I applied for the entrance examination to the Birmingham Conservatory of Music in August. Unexpectedly, the demo I recorded passed the initial examination. Now I should be on the plane and go to Britain for the on-site re-examination."

From the plane, the city of Tokyo has disappeared in front of the eyes, and Hase Azusa in front of the porthole is still staring at it, motionless.

"If, if, I successfully enter Birmingham College, when I come back in four years, you still don't have a girlfriend. Maybe, yes, consider me."

"Finally, please don't forget me, your friend Azusa Hase."

A sigh came from under the raised white gauze curtain. Fujii turned over the letter paper, and there was a sketch on the back. It could be seen that the drawing skills were immature. It was the profile of a young man, very similar in appearance to him.

Fujii, you really are an asshole.

It's not that he doesn't know Hase Azusa's affection for him, but he has been pretending not to know. The other choice is Miss Kamiya Rin. He doesn't want to hurt anyone's heart, and he has been reluctant to draw each other's feelings closer.

Letting go of his fist, he tucked the book Reminiscences of Things Past under his clothes. He always followed the rules and made a willful mistake, stealing this novel that Azusa Changgu used to read often.

When school was over, I rode my bicycle alone through the familiar streets. Last year, Qi Yuan left the team. Today, Hase Azusa, who always keeps his head down, has disappeared, and he is the only one left on the road. Purpose riding.

Just when he was so sad, a banknote came from the wind and covered his eyes.

This is?

Fujii stopped the car and took down the slippery banknote with the face of [-] yen printed on it, the head of the island country educator Yukichi Fukuzawa.

Is wealth so direct and rude?

He didn't expect that Shigure, the zashiki boy, would bring fortune to him in an unexpected and straightforward way.

Riding all the way home, he picked up three banknotes and a lottery ticket. The total denomination of the banknotes was 1 taels of yen, and the lottery draw date is tonight. Ten times a single bet on a number, if you win the big prize , basically considered wealth freedom.

"I am back."

Pushing the door and entering the entrance to change his shoes, he yelled as usual. Although he had learned a lot along the way, he was still in a bad mood. Putting on the slippers for indoor use, Shi Yu was sitting on the sofa in the living room, quietly watching TV. The variety show and the exaggerated performances of comedians failed to maintain her calm and indifferent expression.

"Shu, her learning ability is quite fast, and look at this."

Uncle Tianhai stood proudly behind him. After only half a day of teaching, Shiyu could basically use all the electrical appliances in the house. Often, she could memorize it and reproduce it perfectly after only telling it once.

What he showed to Fujii was a comparison of the two photos on his mobile phone. Shigure was wearing a silver-white kimono with a family crest printed on the back. Considering that she claimed to have existed for hundreds of years, the rest of Uncle Tianhai Half a day was spent looking for her identity.

"This is the family crest of the Saito family, a daimyo from the Mino Kingdom during the Warring States period. It is the same as the one on her clothes. In addition, few people can afford such expensive kimonos. I deduce that she should be a direct descendant of the Saito family during her lifetime."

Are these useful?Mino country has long since ceased to exist.

Fujii also knows some of the history of the Warring States period. The Mino country that was annexed by Oda Nobunaga has long since disappeared with the times. What matters now is her ability.

He showed Uncle Tianhai the 1-yen banknotes he had obtained, but the other party was taken aback for a moment, and he opened his mouth to explain.

"This is the money I picked up on the way from school, isn't it outrageous?"

Fujii Shu took Uncle Tianhai to sit on the sofa and checked the time. It happened to be the time for the lottery in the evening, and it might be even more outrageous later.

He picked up the remote control on the coffee table, ignored Shi Yu's advice, and tuned to the lottery lottery channel.

The result was unexpected. The lottery numbers picked up and the numbers drawn out were all a bit different. It was as if someone had precisely controlled the score and changed the established result.

It seems that the director of the lottery agency in the island country is also a capable person.

Fujii was convinced, and the next time a lottery ticket appeared on the ground, he would not even touch it.

"Can you give it back to me?"

Shi Yu made a cold voice, woke him up, and awkwardly gave up the control of the remote control. After seeing her ability, Fujii Shu's attitude improved a lot.

(End of this chapter)