Itachi God: Uchiha Shinobi Village was founded in one anger

Compared with the last time Weasel came, without the ravages of the nobles, the local people's livelihood will naturally be much better.

However, the devastation of the war still exists. Compared with how to farm and support their families, for these people who are hiding here and there, what they may want to do more is how to survive in such a war-torn era.

And by digging up the corpses of the dead warriors, scraping iron tools from their bodies, and even exchanging the gold and silver treasures for food, for these villagers who have no food and clothing, it may be better than eating tree bark. There are a lot of them. After all, not everyone is strong enough to fight those rabbits and beasts. Running in the jungle, if you accidentally step on a stone and slip or break a bone, you will be dead!

"This is my letter of appointment. I have a preliminary understanding of the situation here, so the superiors sent me here to carefully manage your land."

Itachi showed the commission certificate in his hand to the villagers with twinkling eyes. Perhaps for people like them, the most they saw on weekdays were those arrogant nobles, but at least compared to the last knight-errant After fighting for justice, these villagers did not feel too much fear or even worry about this young ninja.

People are often like this, wary and even afraid of the unknown darkness, because you never know whether a Loch Ness monster will come out of that black hole.

"Master Qingtian is here..."

"Really? If someone takes care of us in the future, someone will protect us."

"It's been a long time since I've been back to live in the village."

"I've seen what he's capable of, and it's amazing. With just a finger, he can turn decay into something magical..."

"Master, please save us!"

"I want to know what meat tastes like."

"With the great master taking us hunting, we will definitely be able to eat meat."

"I hope he won't exploit us... I'm afraid every official is virtuous. I advise you to be less cautious and have such high hopes (whispering...)"

"No, I have seen him, but he is a great good man and a great Bodhisattva..."

"It's really good."

"When the adults come, justice will come. When the adults come, the land will be peaceful."

"Mom, I want to drink grandma..."

The villagers were talking in a variety of ways, and Itachi looked at them with complicated eyes. Among them were disabled people whose hands and feet had been broken by the flames of war, and villagers who had been wantonly played with by the nobles who were riding horses and whips. Horrible scars. Perhaps in this world, these poor people will only be remembered when they are taxed.

On weekdays, for some welfare and even some constructions, the mountains are often high and the emperors are far away. Only those with the most wool can hear the fewest sheep. Anyway, it doesn’t matter whether your mother bleats or not. If you are too far away, you can’t hear it anyway. …

All in all, in such a war-torn ninja era, even children can be sent to the battlefield, and even death can make people very numb while running around on different tasks, not to mention the powerless villagers. Where are we?

"With my protection, it is natural that ordinary samurai and troops will not approach you, and the daimyo has divided the entire 50-mile radius of this village under my name, which means that here, Inside, as long as you can develop farming reasonably, it will be enough to provide you with food and clothing."

Itachi formed a spatial hand seal, and there was a bang.

A pile of grain and even seeds appeared out of thin air on the plain next to them. Those who rule the world with benevolence must not be unfavorable to the people.After all, we cannot talk about ideals and ignore reality.

Just when the eyes of those people were shining with golden light, Weasel made another hand seal, and with a loud bang, several stone houses rose directly from the ground.

Stone Escape, the art of building a building from large rocks.

I just feel a little tired, like I'm about to be squeezed dry...

"There's no rush. Some things can be done slowly."

Izumi spoke softly from behind. Afraid that he would be too busy on his own, Itachi specifically asked himself, his special secretary, to take charge of this related matter. Anyway, the tasks he took on in the ninja hall were, for Uchiha Izumi, That money may not be enough to maintain the ninja tool.

It would be better to work around him and keep a female secretary for this money, even if Itachi is not a rich man, he can afford it.

"Actually, sometimes I want to stop, and I can't let myself get too tired, but every time I think that as long as I can do my best, I can stop the darkness in this world from spreading towards the people around me, I’m very happy, so it doesn’t matter if I’m a little tired.”

Seeing the villagers cheering and dancing around the houses, Itachi wiped the sweat from his forehead and spoke softly.

Anyway, he can't do that kind of big demon who wantonly kills innocent people. After all, ninjas can only do some tasks as accurately as machines, but that doesn't mean they can become the white gloves of those powerful people and do it casually. Some dirty, shady things.

He didn't want to be engraved with that dark shadow for the rest of his life just because he had been in ANBU.

There was once a senior ANBU who was ordered to kill a villager who might know the truth unintentionally, and thus massacred the entire village. On that war-torn night, perhaps because of his conscience, he saw some people crying before they died. The senior was depressed after carrying out that mission, and eventually died young and disappeared in the depths of ANBU...

If Itachi hadn't taken over his corresponding costume and ninja tools, I'm afraid the events behind this would have been silent and submerged in the darkness that no one knew about.

"I am indeed very happy to hear you say such things. Sometimes being able to stand by Itachi's side seems like a kind of happiness."

Quan's voice became softer and softer, until finally it was almost inaudible.Itachi was slightly stunned, was this a direct confession, or was he revealing his feelings inadvertently?

She turned slightly and glanced at the beautiful figure next to her. Her black hair fluttered across her beard, and her eyebrows outlined her delicate face. Under the tilt of the sun, each eyelash was clearly visible, leaving a very slender reflection.

"Me too."

Itachi said softly, turning his face away, and in a voice that no one else could hear, it seemed as if he was whispering from the horizon.

PS: Generally speaking, in an ancient army, not all soldiers or warriors are professional soldiers. It is advertised to the outside world that it has an army of more than 70, which often includes most of the civilians to help transport various supplies.