Bamboo branch girl

If you ask Zhuji now, "What is your ideal?"

She will definitely raise her hand excitedly and answer: "My ideal is to have endless kimonos and endless hair accessories!" After all, beautiful clothes and hair accessories are the dreams that every girl wants to pursue in her life, even if it is a monster. No exception.

but……

She has no chance, this beautiful fantasy can only live in her sleep, and she hopes that the dream will not wake up.

Zhuji didn't know how long she had been sleeping. After experiencing the big earthquake, she began to sleep in that bamboo forest.Fall asleep and fall asleep, and forget to wake up.After waking up, it is already a vicissitudes of life, and things are changing.

Where is this?

Who is still there?

No one is here, nowhere.

Her heart was empty, she just wanted to know how Huang was doing, whether he was doing well, did Xia Muren take him out properly?Now or not in the world under the well?Did she go out too?Questions like these kept lingering in Zhuji's mind.

Strangely, even though it wasn't snowing, the wind still made my body very cold.

Zhuji lay curled up, knowing that she was not in the bamboo forest, but she was still there obediently, not wanting to wake up.

"Get out! Don't lie in front of my house! Beggar!" Suddenly a man kicked her hard.

It hurts, it hurts from being kicked at the tailbone...

Zhuji endured the pain and slowly got up, even so she casually rubbed her eyes and re-examined the world around her.

Dark night, angry uncle, strange village.

Sure enough, she was no longer in Rong Island, and certainly not in the bamboo forest where she was sleeping.Her body stinks as if she came out of a stinky ditch, Zhuji smelled her sleeves, and even she hated herself.

"Get out!" Seeing that she still hadn't left, the man came over with a stick and slammed it on the ground threateningly.

It's not that Zhuji doesn't want to leave, it's just that she can't move anymore.

After sleeping for so many years, besides forgetting how to speak, she also forgot how to walk.After all, it was a matter of hundreds of years, and she herself said that she didn't know exactly which era it was now.

If you do the math, you must have slept for at least two or three hundred years.Even if not, there must be more than one hundred.

Zhuji remembered that it was the eight-headed snake that woke her up in her dream. The eight-headed snake told her that she had returned to the original world, and said something like killing Huang for Lao Tzu.

Just kidding, how can Huang be killed?She likes Huang the most, and it's almost as good as killing that big snake.Although Takehime knew that it was Yamata no Orochi who rescued her, but what's the matter, if she is rescued, she must be used?

"Are you deaf or dumb? Didn't you hear me say get lost?" The uncle was really angry. If he just used a stick to scare Zhuji, then he just swung it at her leg now.

"Crack."

Broken a bone.

She remembered!Walking should have two legs on the ground, crossing each other and sticking to the ground to make the whole person move, right?

If you don't fight, you have to know such a secret, Zhuji showed a sweet smile at the uncle, then leaned on the wall, and stood up with the remaining strength.

A broken bone did not interfere with walking, and she managed to walk a few steps despite her unskilled walk.When she came to a dilapidated thatched cottage, she sat down again and quietly looked up at the moon in the sky.

The moon, the full moon, is hungry.

"Where did the child come from? What are you doing squatting in front of our house?" This time it was a woman who came out.

The woman is about 40 to [-] years old, with a kind face, her temple hair hangs on her forehead, and she wears coarse linen clothes, but the clothes are well washed, with a faint smell of sunshine. It can be seen that she is a poor woman who lives a delicate life.

Unlike the uncle next door, this woman exudes an inexplicable aura of nobility all over her body, which is incompatible with the rural atmosphere of this village.

Zhuji didn't know how to communicate with people either, she just pointed to her belly with a pitiful expression.

"Aren't you hungry? Come in quickly." The woman immediately realized Zhu Ji's purpose, and without asking her about her background, she brought them into the house.

Not all thatched huts are made entirely of thatch, at least the walls and floors are made of wood, otherwise it is really impossible to live in when the wind blows and rains.

This room is not big, but it also has a small yard. When you enter, you can see a chicken coop, and a thin old hen is raised in the coop.

There was also a child in the room who was serving rice porridge by the stove, and when he saw the woman came back, he politely called out: "Mother", and set up chopsticks for the woman to eat together.

From appearance, the child is a few years younger than Zhuji, but if you look carefully, it is a girl.

"Mom, she's so dirty."

These were the first words Zhuji greeted when she entered the room, and it came from the child's soft and sweet voice.

Zhuji also admitted that she was very dirty, standing on the smooth floor of someone else's house with her dirty feet, she was also a little embarrassed, and hurriedly backed out of the door and did not dare to enter the door.

"Shhh, don't talk nonsense." The woman scolded the child in a low voice, then pulled Zhu Ji back, let her sit beside her, and gave her the bowl of porridge she had.

The gruel was really not so thin, except for a few small pieces of cabbage leaves floating on the porridge water, there was not a whole grain of rice. After drinking the whole bowl of porridge, she didn't feel the slightest aroma of rice.

However, for Zhuji, eating human food is of no use at all. In fact, she can dig out the soil and eat it, which will fill her stomach more.

"Son, where are you from? Who are your parents?" asked the woman.

Zhuji shook her head, she opened her mouth slightly, but couldn't say a word.

She has not spoken for many years, and even her language function has degenerated. It may take a long time for her to recover.So she could only babble and point to the dry bamboo beside the stove.

The woman didn't understand, so she asked again: "What about the name? Will you remember the name?"

Asked about the name, Zhuji picked up a piece of charcoal, ran outside and wrote two words crookedly.

She does not write words like words, and draws like pictures.Obviously, during the days when Zhulin was sleeping, she completely lost the ability to read and write, and returned to the original point when she was first born.

"This is..." The woman was trying to figure out what the cursive on the ground would add a strange image of bamboo leaves.

The child circled around Zhuji several times, and said, "You can't speak? Or did you keep quiet on purpose? That... I didn't mean anything malicious, after all, a strange person came to the house suddenly..."

The woman lifted the child away and poked her on the head: "Aren't you a child just like you, silly child."

The child pouted and said, "It looks like she's much bigger than me."

The woman smiled: "Greedy cat, mother did not miss your share of food."

Then the woman stopped thinking about Zhuji's name, but said gently: "From now on, please call me Auntie Qiuhao. If you can't find your parents, it's okay to stay here for now."

Good autumn, cool and good autumn.

Autumn is a day of good harvest. The full and full rice and the endless wheat were once the pursuit of Takehime, but she was still Princess Yuyi of Kumamoto Castle at that time, and she was a god respected and enshrined by everyone.

Although she can't be the one now, it doesn't prevent her from missing Kumamoto Castle.After all, she and Huang spent some of the best time together there.

What will Kumamoto Castle look like hundreds of years later?Did Natsume take good care of the shrine?Are there still slaves?Can everyone be full?But when she saw Qiu's delicious gruel...

Having said that, the name Qiu Hao does not seem to be the style of naming in the village.Qiu Hao's aura exuded from the inside out made Zhu Ji suspect that some nobleman had fallen into the mortal world.

"Come on, eat more, don't mind." Qiuhao led Zhuji back to the house and continued to add more porridge for her.

Seeing that Qiuhao hadn't eaten yet, and Zhuji didn't eat those precious porridge anymore, she sat still and made a sign language to express her gratitude.

Qiu Hao didn't think Zhu Ji was dirty, so she couldn't help reaching out to touch Zhu Ji's head, and sighed for her sensibility.

There are no recreational activities in the village, and everyone is going to bed after dinner.

There is only a wooden board between the sleeping place and the eating and cooking place in this house, barely able to sleep two adults.Qiu Hao and her children sleep together, which is still spacious, but now with Zhu Ji, it becomes very crowded.

"The house is not very big, let's squeeze with Zashiki tonight." Qiu Hao combed Takehime's hair.Her hair grew to the ground, but only her hair was kept clean.

As a result, the child immediately objected: "Huh? I don't want to sleep with someone who is too dirty, unless she takes a bath, even if she doesn't take a bath, just wipe her body."

"That's right, there is a basin of hot water here, which is just right." After finishing speaking, Qiu Hao put down the comb, and went out at night to boil a bucket of water, specially for Zhuji to take a bath.

The bathing place is outside the house, and there is a bathing shed there. Although it is simple, it can also cover the body.

Zhuji changed into a set of clothes that didn't suit her, and walked out of the shower shed. Dang Qiuhao was a little surprised when she saw her clean appearance.

How could such a good-looking child end up in this kind of place alone?Could it be that he ran away from home or was kidnapped by gangsters and escaped?

In any case, the village is freezing cold at night.Qiu Hao urged the two children to sleep together.

In order to make enough space for the two children to sleep better, Qiu Hao specially moved the quilt to sleep in the empty space next to the stove.

In the middle of the night, Zhuji couldn't sleep.

She has slept for hundreds of years, and of course she cannot sleep now.

At this moment, she watched Qiu Hao's child go outside the door alone.

She followed him out secretly, and found something ominous—a horn suddenly appeared on the child's head, which attracted countless will-o'-the-wisps.

The author has something to say: a new volume is about to start! !This volume is very healing and joyful, not abusive, completely different from the previous volume.

After hundreds of years, Brother Huang has forgotten Zhuji, so I have to start chasing again (very difficult to chase)

The current timeline is the Heian era, after defeating Yamata no Orochi.

So Yamata no Orochi tried his best to wake up Zhuji and wanted to use her, but it didn't work.