Naruto: My name is Naruto Nianma

As the days passed, Menma taught the villagers how to fish with nets, hunt with traps, plant, and cultivate the land.

At the transition between spring and summer, Menma stood next to the farmland, looking at the crops growing well in the field, and felt a sense of pride in his heart.

During this period, no one in the village starved to death, and based on their food reserves and food production, there would be no fear of famine even if the number of people tripled.

The only pity is Shen Ping. These days, he often looks at the food in the village and cries and laughs. More than once, he cries that it would be better if the immortal could come earlier. Poor his old father, he has never enjoyed a good day. Just went.

Menma felt uncomfortable after seeing it.

"It's time to leave!" Menma thought to himself.

So the day before summer came, after Menma left a letter to Tatsupei, he and Jiraiya quietly left the small village under the moonlight.

"Hey, Fox Immortal is finally willing to leave?" Jiraiya asked teasingly on the way.

“Everything that needs to be done is done, and the rest is up to them.

If this cannot escape the fate of poverty, then we have no better way. "Menma shook his head, not paying attention to Jiraiya's teasing.

"Well, that's right. I've taught the chakra extraction method to one of their children. Although I didn't teach ninjutsu, it can at least make them stronger." Jiraiya smacked his lips and said.

"Hey, hey, master, ordinary people will have a short life if they practice chakra! After all, they have to squeeze the energy in the cells!" Menma said helplessly.

"Huh, given their situation, if they don't practice chakra, they won't live to die!" Jiraiya retorted.

"Forget it, it's up to you. There aren't many people who are qualified to cultivate chakra anyway." Menma waved his hand, looked back and took a deep look at the village shrouded in the night, then turned around and started on the journey again.

After walking all night, Jiraiya and Menma crossed the mountains and arrived at Kawa no Kuni at dawn.

The country of Sichuan, as its name suggests, is dotted with large and small water networks.

Water nets and fishing canals are densely spread on the land, and huge rocks and springs are crisscrossed between the cliffs;

The large and small rivers are like pearls scattered on the ground, and the high and low hills are like stretching green dragons;

The scenery on the lakeside tells the story of thousands of years of vicissitudes, and the soil on the waterfront reveals the remnants of history.

Not far away, there are early fishermen from the Kawa Country fishing in boats, and snow-white waterbirds fly beside them, singing loudly against the huge rising sun.

Seeing such a beautiful scene, Menma suddenly felt relaxed and happy.

Jiraiya had not seen such a beautiful scenery for a long time, and he was also interested:

"Mian Ma, Master, I am very interested in poetry due to this situation. I will compose a poem for you to enjoy!"

"Master, do you still have this skill?" Menma looked at Jiraiya curiously, wanting to hear what jade-embellished poems he could spit out.

"Listen carefully!" Jiraiya cleared his throat and read loudly:

"There are so many beautiful scenery in Sichuan, a boat and many birds!"

As soon as this poem came out, everything was silent, and a group of old crows flew in the sky, cawing.

Black lines appeared on Menma's forehead, and he asked speechlessly: "Master, to be honest, you hired someone to ghostwrite those documentary literature, right?"

Jiraiya blushed at being told this, but then he said unconvinced: "Do you know how difficult it is to write poetry? Why don't you give it a try?"

"I'll do it, I'll do it!" Menma stepped forward, smiled slightly, put his hands behind his back and chanted loudly:

“The water surface has no waves and is smooth as glass, but the moving clouds are under the fishing boat.

A pair of white birds stand near the water. When they see people, they get up and enter the reed flowers. "

"Nice poem!"

At this time, there was a sudden burst of cheers!

Um?Is there anyone else here?

Menma and Jiraiya turned around and looked alertly.

A group of seven or eight people were slowly walking out of the woods.

They all wore dark gray or brown hoodies with thick knots tied on their heads. The leader was carrying a wooden sign that read "Weather for Sale."

Seeing Jiraiya and Menma take out kunai, the leader waved his hands and explained:

"Sorry, sorry, we didn't mean any harm, we just heard a wonderful poem, so we couldn't help but praise it."

Jiraiya was unmoved and asked seriously: "Who are you?"

The leader quickly explained: "As you can see, we are businessmen selling weather, and we are really not bad people!"

"Absurd!" Jiraiya shouted sternly, "How do you sell the weather? You don't even tell the truth about what you do, and you still say you have no bad intentions?"

The leader explained anxiously: "We are telling the truth. We are a family with the ability to control the weather. We move from village to village and make a living by selling weather!"

"A family with the ability to control the weather? Why haven't I heard of this family?" Jiraiya asked suspiciously.

"It's true. If you don't believe it, we can demonstrate it to you! Yutai, please give these two adults a smile!" The leader said to a sick child behind him.

"Dad, I can't laugh..." The child was about six or seven years old, his cheeks were red and he looked weak.

"Why can't you laugh?" The man hugged the child and reached under his creaky nest twice.

"Giggle, hahaha..." The child was ticklish and burst into laughter.

What are you doing?Jiraiya looked at everyone suspiciously.

At this time, a mutation emerges!

For some reason, flakes of snow fell from the sky, falling on several people's heads and faces, feeling cold to the touch.

What?Jiraiya and Menma were shocked!

It's almost summer, why is it still snowing?

The two looked at each other and thought they were under an illusion, so they immediately formed an interpretation seal:

"untie!"

After disrupting the chakra, it was still the same scene without any changes.

This is not illusion!

It's real snowflakes!

The two looked at the group of people in shock. It turned out that they really had the ability to control the weather!

Jiraiya exclaimed in surprise: "It's true that the great ninja world has all kinds of abilities! I didn't expect that you guys really have the ability to control the weather!"

"Hahaha, believe it now!" the man in the lead laughed.

"But then again, what is the purpose of following our master and disciple?" Jiraiya did not let off his guard because of the man's hearty laughter, and still asked seriously.

"We were really moved by your poems, so we couldn't help but praise them!" the leader explained.

"Can you understand?" Jiraiya didn't believe it. He didn't even understand the poem that was just written on his face!

"Of course!" the leader said proudly, and then began to appreciate the poems.