[Comprehensive master Naruto] The daimyo of the country of fire is in a panic

The Rice House, as the name suggests, is a place where rice is sold, bought and carried. It is Payne's ideal place to work.

After discovering that the rice house boss didn't have the Samsara Eye, I secretly breathed a sigh of relief.He also breathed a sigh of relief when he saw me put my hand down from the handle of the knife.

As a result, before he could finish his breath, a group of ninjas suddenly appeared from behind me like shadow clones and blocked the door of the store.The owner of the rice house said with a trembling voice: "What do you want to do?"

In Shimo Sakamoto - stop it, I can’t stop playing jokes. "Let's ask about the price of rice."

The owner of the rice house kept winking at the waiters in the room: "Are you a person who is open to the public?"

I glanced at Canaan.The owner of Miwu probably thought I was a gangster, so he wanted to draw his sword as soon as he saw him.

Canaan clicked his tongue and threw the money bag with the Muto family crest on the cabinet.

The boss's expression went blank for a second, and then he apologized in a very exaggerated way: "Oh my, I can't see the mountain!"

I smiled, my tone was as exaggerated as his, and I stretched out my hand to help him up: "It doesn't have to be like this, it doesn't have to be like this, I still need to rely on you to help me trade military rations."

As expected, the owner of the rice house did not shirk. He stood up with the help of his strength and said with ease: "It is an honor for me to help His Highness in his war effort."

"Your place is the most famous among the grain shops within a hundred miles. Who else would I look for if I didn't look for you? Hahahaha."

"It all depends on the support of my peers, hehehehe."

In terms of shamelessness, I was no worse than him, so we exchanged blows for a quarter of an hour. In the end, I got a preferential price of 78 shi and [-] guan, and he got my promise that I would still buy food from him in the future if there is a war. Although no business was actually concluded, the guests still enjoyed themselves.

When I walked out of the door, I immediately grimaced.

"What?" Everyone looked at me.

It's nothing, I just feel uncomfortable having someone's neck stuck.I glanced sideways at the Miwu signboard. Under the sign, there was a down-and-out samurai wandering in front of the door. He tremblingly took out a small half-string of money from his arms, counted the pile of copper pieces and sighed.

"You'd better save those few dollars to use as a coffin book! If you don't want to buy it, don't delay our business by sticking it here! Go, go, go!" The rice store clerk took off his turban and beat the warrior on him like a fly. He was like the man who received us just now. The attitude is completely different.

The warrior was as thin as a willow branch, and he was unsteady and unsteady.Although he had a knife at his waist, he was still forced by the unarmed man to fight back, and he begged in a low voice: "But... the money is not enough..."

When the ninjas saw the scene over there, their good mood was wiped out. I saw at least three hands flashing with the dim light of shurikens.

Compared with other people, ninjas have more experience in dealing with rice houses and can better understand the nature of this kind of place.As Mr. Ye Shengtao wrote in "An Overcharge of Three to Five Dou", due to the profit-seeking nature of capital, private rice houses are fundamentally a tool for the feudal society to exploit farmers, and are one of the murderers that force rural areas to go bankrupt.The so-called low price of grain hurts farmers. Grain as a commodity has low elasticity. When there is a surplus of grain, grain prices are low. In good years, farmers can only get less money from their rice houses. On the contrary, they cannot afford to buy thick clothes or prepare seeds for the next year. Even if you can survive the winter, it is basically difficult to survive the lean period.

In years of famine, as a private institution, the rice house will only hoard rice. The old grain can be sold at a good price to the army who is eager to fight. Why should it be cheaper for the poor?Starving to death is a small matter, but losing money is a big deal.

In the current abnormal social environment, most of the food that ninjas eat comes from the middleman - rice house. Once the agricultural economy is destroyed, the farmers will be the first to collapse, and the second will be the various ninja clans.

Madara had already glanced at me three times, and even Tobirama stared at me for a few seconds longer.I stepped forward and stopped the guy's movements: "Stop."

The guy immediately showed me a face change: "Hey! I'm all at your command!"

He became too fast, and Hashirama and Izuna's heavy punches didn't have time to land on him, so they could only retract their hands angrily.

"Get out." I moved my fingers slightly and unsheathed the blade.

"Okay! Okay! Get out of here, little guy!" The boy retreated into the house with a smile.

Since I showed that I wanted to get involved, the ninjas took action.Akimichi's strong horse lifted the fallen warrior up, and his chubby hands made the warrior even more skinny.There was a beating knife scattered on the ground, and the iron blade had been replaced by a bamboo one.The samurai didn't bother to thank Akimichi, and hurriedly picked up the superficial sword, his sallow face turning red.

Canaan's originally pitiful eyes turned to contempt when he saw the bamboo sword, and he scolded angrily: "As a warrior, you actually lost your sword?"

The fallen samurai grabbed the sword, neither putting it away nor throwing it away. He looked up and saw that the scolder was actually a young samurai of his own grandson. He gasped for breath, covered his face and fell down - he fainted immediately.

Akimichi Shouma was so frightened that he almost let go. Nara Shikaji quickly picked him up and leaned him against the wall with Hyuga Masanori.Shanzhong Shuangye touched the rough forehead of the fallen warrior: "I'm not sick, I just fainted."

"Look at what you did!" The Senju brothers and Uchiha brothers both glared at Canaan.

Kanan, Toramaru and Ranmaru refused to give in: "If a samurai loses his sword, he loses the value of survival! You ninjas don't understand!"

"'A samurai's sword is as important as a ninja's chakra.'" I lowered my head to check the note in the arms of the fallen samurai and explained to the ninjas.

"'If you can't wield a sword, you can't be loyal, you can't protect the people you should protect, and you can only be killed.' That's probably it." I recalled the first kendo lesson Aoki Shincheng gave me, Talking about my own understanding.

Judging from the expressions on both sides, they didn't quite agree with what I said.Regardless of the "way" of the samurai or the "way" of the ninja, my words are not entirely relevant.

I have no intention of explaining it. In my opinion, swords and chakra are all just "techniques". The "way" of the samurai and the "way" of the ninja should be changed to adapt to the times.The samurai coughed, and our attention turned to him.

The fallen warrior covered his face with the torn sleeves of his clothes, ignoring the dirt on his clothes. He lowered his eyes and burst into tears.If it weren't for the fact that the bamboo sword had no lethality, the samurai's pride might have caused him to commit suicide in front of us.

"If you have any difficulties, tell me and I will help you find a solution." Considering his face, we took him to an alley.

"You...sigh...I'm just short of money..." the fallen warrior said with a bitter smile.

"Haven't asked for your name yet?"

There was no luster in the eyes of the fallen warrior: "...I am...Kinoshita Hanjiro..."

"Kinoshita," I took out the note with a serious expression, "your sick grandson can't eat and is about to starve to death. How can he live if you can't buy food?"

Kinoshita Hanjiro looked at me blankly, then suddenly let out a hoarse wail, pulling his long gray hair like crazy, and when his actions were not enough, he banged his head against the wall.

Hashirama and Madara each grabbed one of his arms to prevent his blood from splattering on the spot.I took a deep breath, held Kinoshita Hanjiro's shoulders, and forced him to look at me: "I am the Fire Country Shou Muto Akinari, the head of the Saga Muto family. I want to help you tide over the difficulties, you can tell me What should I do?”

"Ahhhhhh!" He grabbed the corner of my clothes and cried loudly. The 50-[-]-year-old man cried like a lone wolf lost among the pack.Even Canaan, who was frowning, couldn't help but be moved at this moment.

We spent some time waiting for this tough man to calm down. When he hesitated, we bought grain and seeds and took him to the town.

He did not explain to us why the iron blade turned into a bamboo sword, nor did he thank us.The trip to the castle town had exhausted all the strength of this hungry man. He fell into a slumber on Hashirama's horse. He only managed to stay energetic when he was giving directions, and he tried his best to lead us in the direction of his home.

On the third day of March, the fourth day of the lunar month, the farmers had no time to perform any rituals to stop the bad harvest and remove dirt. They were all busy working in the fields.Compared with the millet and wheat fields where people make a living, there are significantly more young people in the rice fields. A very small number of one or two buffaloes are also pulled into the rice fields and enjoy higher-class treatment than humans.Rice is almost another form of money, so every step of growing rice must not be sloppy.

The fertile fields live up to their name of "fertility". The soil dug up by the grass shows a shiny black color. This kind of land is rich in organic matter, has good properties and has high fertility. There are only four large pieces of land on the earth.

In contrast to the fertile land, the farmers who work hard in the fields are all sallow and thin, with only a thin layer of skin covering the bones, and a layer of rags covering the skin. All of them are unkempt and cannot tell their age, and their hands and feet are covered with straw. There are calluses that cannot be penetrated, and when you open your mouth, you will either see black and yellow teeth, or only tender red gums.The weaker ones help the old and the young to struggle in the millet and wheat fields, while the stronger ones just immerse themselves in dealing with the soil in the rice fields.

What merit do I have now? I have never been engaged in farming and mulberry farming?

When we rode by, ordinary farmers subconsciously knelt down in the soil, motionless, and did not dare to look up at all.I had the intention of getting them up so that I could ask them questions.But my approach will only attract the leading warriors. When these landowners and overseers speak, how can others have room to speak?

After dealing with several squires who were leading farmers to farm together, I gave up the idea of ​​contact and continued on my way.

The village where Kinoshita Hanjiro lives is very ordinary. All the houses are made of wood and mud with walls and grass roofs. Straws and bundles of firewood can be seen everywhere, blocking our way again and again.A winding path leads to an independent courtyard at the east end of the village, which is Kinoshita's home.

The narrow fence gate couldn't accommodate a person plus a horse, so Hashirama and Madara simply put the wooden frame in.Kinoshita recognized the door of his house in a daze. He got the strength from nowhere, broke away from the two people's support, stumbled into the house holding the bag of rice, and shouted: "Kingo!"

Sunlight shines through the wooden fence, illuminating a corner of the dilapidated house. A small figure is covered under a thick layer of straw, with no rise or fall in the chest.

"No! How could this happen! Kingo! Kingo!" Hanjiro shook his grandson desperately, and the rice was scattered on the floor.

We all frowned. Hashirama, Tobirama, and Madara worked together to separate the overly excited Hanjiro from his grandson. Izuna and Nara Shikaji checked the little boy’s pulse and side of his neck: “He’s still alive. "

I immediately took off my coat and started to cover the little boy. Toramaru took the first step before me and covered his haori.So I continued to give orders: "Madara, light the stove and brazier, Hashirama and Izuna, take care of the children, Souma and Tobirama, come over and cook rice, Shikaji and Shimoha take care of Hanjiro, and the others will take care of the horses."

"Yes." Everyone had a clear division of labor and took orders.

I stood up and looked around. The whole room was very empty, and there was not a single valuable thing. However, the remaining straw sandals, broken looms, a stack of pottery bowls and other objects showed that more than just two people, my grandfather and my grandson, had lived here.

"Your grandson will be fine," Nara Shikaji comforted.

Kinoshita Hanjiro was still unable to recover from the stimulation of great sorrow and joy. His whole body looked like a wooden sculpture, and the wrinkles on his face were cold and hard.I asked my doubts: "Where are the rest of your family?"

His confused voice echoed in the empty room: "My wife... gave me three children, two boys and one girl... I only have the youngest daughter... My daughter... has not been fond of talking since she was a child... ... Weaved from morning to night to support the family... I found her a son-in-law who was willing to marry her... The son-in-law is very ambitious... and can fight..."

"Where are they?"

Kinoshita Hanjiro said nothing, and stretched out his hand tremblingly, pointing to the backyard of his home.

There was no one in the backyard, except for three wooden signs half-inserted in the ground, with vague names written on them.

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