Kobata Nobuzada has a good habit of asking questions when she doesn't understand something. When she sees something novel, she always breaks the casserole and asks to the end. She greets the children who are keeping ducks in the distance: "Children over there, come here!"
"Oh!" The child timidly leaned over for fear that the two strange samurai who had crossed over would do something wrong. Nagano Yagu looked amused and comforted the little boy: "Don't worry, we are not bad people, we just want to ask about the digging of the rice field next to it.
What are the rows of ditches for? Why are there fish fry in them?”
The little boy was about seven or eight years old, with a healthy rosy face and neat bangs on his forehead. He was wearing clothes newly made for the New Year. The most surprising thing was that he was wearing small cloth shoes on his feet. Nagano Yip
I can't help but sigh at the prosperity of Echigo. Even wealthy farmers have money to buy hemp cloth as soles for their shoes. This has never happened before.
"That's the fish raised in our rice fields. Last year, our master taught us how to raise fish in rice fields. This method is great. We can both farm and raise fish in the fields. The fresh fish we raised are big and fat. The merchants in the town started to use them early.
I ordered fresh fish from my family, because my family raised the best fish last year. On the contrary, half-rock carps were raised in the field. This year, the village canceled the practice of crop rotation, so grandpa asked him to watch the seedlings and fish seedlings in his field and raise ducks at the same time.
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"Having a half-stone grass carp raised in the field? Isn't this a lie? The half-grass carp has to be sold for three guans of Yongle money, right?"
"I won't lie! Mr. Shinkawa of our village once said that the old man from Kyoto asked us to tell the truth. He also told the story about the demon coming. Children who don't tell the truth will be punished by gods and Buddhas!" Xiao Xiao
The boy retorted unconvinced: "If you don't believe me, ask me if the Shengyoshi family of Xinchuanzhuang are masters of fish farming. Although our family's rice is not the best in the village, it is not as good as the fish farming in the nearby villages."
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"I've heard of the allusion you mentioned. A child came to the village and called a demon because he had nothing to do. The whole village was so frightened that they picked up hoes to fight the demon. It turned out that the child was a liar and a kind-hearted villager.
They were considerate of his youth and ignorance and forgave him, but the child would never change and deceived everyone again. The angry villagers decided to forgive him, but no longer believed his words. The third time the monster really came, no one believed it.
No one came to help him, so the child was eaten by the demon."
Kobata Nobuzada was amazed and said: "This story tells us that we must be honest. Otherwise, we will be eaten by monsters! Wuweidian's methods are really powerful!"
"Persuading people to do good is a noble and righteous way. This story is very good. Wu Weiden is a great man." Nagano Yegu complimented him casually, then turned to ask the little boy: "How do you feed the fry?"
"Little fish love to eat small earthworms and duckweeds. When the small fish grow up, the seedlings will grow very tall. The small fish don't like to eat the seedlings, so they will eat aquatic plants, snails, small insects and so on in the paddy fields. When the small fish grow up, they will
When the fish grow up, they will only eat water plants in the paddy fields, so we also scattered some loaches in the river ditch. They like to eat small bugs in the river water. They like to eat earthworms, locust pupae, snails and the like." The little boy said.
I counted my little ducks too seriously. I couldn’t count them correctly several times, and I was sweating profusely.
"There are forty-three little ducks in total, right? There is one very naughty duck hiding over there that you didn't see! The water tanker over there is also yours?" Nagano Yegu pointed to a tall water tanker next to the river embankment.
There is a mill next to the embankment. If you listen carefully, you can hear the humming sound inside.
"Thank you for helping me count the ducklings. If I lose the ducklings, I won't have food to eat at night!" The little boy made a face at Xiaoban Xinzhen, who was touching his bangs, and then replied: "That mill is not our home. It is the common property of the village. There are more than 800 households in our village now, and there is a lot of land that needs water trucks to irrigate. There are five more water trucks like this. These water trucks lead the river water into the dug ponds. Then it is transported to our fields through ditches and water gates for use.”
Seeing the child making faces at him, Xiaoban Nobuzada didn't feel dissatisfied. Instead, he was surprised and said: "How do you know so much? You are not the child of the housekeeper's family, are you?"
"It is said that my ancestor was also a samurai! Because he lost a lot of people in the battle, he fled to Echigo and became a farmer incognito. There is also a tachi in the family that has been passed down for more than ten generations. The old man in the village is also very polite to my family. My eldest brother is here My family is engaged in farming, and my sister-in-law has already given my family a little niece. My second brother and third brother were both called into the reserve army by the great lord of Kyoto to eat grain and rice from the official family! In particular, my third brother passed the selection of horse warriors! They are in the large teaching ground at the foot of Kasuga Mountain, where you can watch the Cuju competition every afternoon." The little boy was quirky and full of intelligence, and when he smiled, he showed some gaping teeth, which was endearing.
"You also want to be a samurai in the future, right?" Nagano Yagu said with a smile: "Since you are so smart at such a young age, you will have no problem becoming a samurai."
"Yes! Master Bongxing said the same thing last time, and he also said that he would recommend me to participate in the close selection in May this year! In the future, I will also be a Bongxing and contribute to the elders in my hometown!" The little boy Show a determined expression.
The two elders and the younger one stood in the field and chatted endlessly. Unknowingly, the afternoon passed. It was not until the little boy's brother came to see him that this pleasant chatting trip ended. On the way back, Nagano Yegu was still thinking about today's events. After hearing this, it took a long time before he said to Nobuzada Obata: "Have you noticed that Echigo has a unique temperament?"
"You mean the people in Echigo are happier and prouder, right? I've noticed it a long time ago, right? Don't think of me as a fool, I'm very smart!" Nobuzada Kobata seemed dissatisfied with his companion's doubts and knocked on his forehead. A few clicks indicate that there is information in the head.
"How many things must be done to make these farmers so happy? Look at the smiling faces of pedestrians on the street far more than the sad ones, and the rosy-faced ones far outnumber the sallow ones. How is this done? Why can they do it? Here's the inside How many things are there that we don’t know about?” Nagano Yegu habitually raised a lot of questions to think about.
"Don't look at me like that. I don't know why. Maybe you will know why only if you become a retainer of the Kira family?"
"Yes! Be Kira's retainer! Why didn't I think of this!" Nagano Yoshigu's eyes lit up, he grabbed Obata Nobutada's arm and shouted: "I want to be Kira's retainer!"
Kobata Nobuzada broke away from his pull and said sternly: "Are you crazy? Let the Lord of Nagano Takaru Castle do nothing and become a retainer of the Kira family? Do you want to make your brother angry to death? Don't forget it. The crisis we are facing in Nagano Country has not been resolved yet. We will eventually go back!"
"...I was reckless!" Nagano Yegu's fiery brain seemed to be poured with a basin of cold water. He was shivering from the inside out: "The burden of family business and survival is still on our heads. The inheritance of father and brother. It cannot be destroyed in our hands, we should think of a way to see Wu Weiden once, for the sake of the farmers in Ueno Country who are waiting for food, and that matter."
"Let's discuss this issue later."
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In the Myokakuji Temple in Naoetsu Town, the aroma is wafting and Buddhist chants are wafting. After finishing today’s evening classes, the abbot of the temple, Toraya Souichi, returned to his Zen room and took out a simple-bound diary to record what he had seen in the past few days.
Experience.
This habit was not created by him alone. Monks have had the habit of taking notes since ancient times. Just like the ministers love to write notes, eminent monks hope to use their notes to leave a valuable humanistic wealth to future generations. Of course, leaving a name in history is
Couldn't be better.
The records recorded by Toraja Sōga include not only the understanding of Buddhism and daily records during the twenty years of practice, but also various experiences in Kyoto and Echigo, including the changes that started from the time when the Kira family passed through Mino and passed to Kamikaze.
Come down.
Since coming to Echigo, his record-keeping work has become more arduous. From writing a little every day to summarizing and revising every few days, the length of his records is getting longer and longer, and there are more and more details. This is a process of in-depth understanding.
The more he learned about the later innovations, the more ideas he had to write down.
"Is Zen Master Zong Yi here? You have learned a lot from traveling around Echigo recently!" Before the voice could even finish, Asayama Nichijo suddenly pushed the door in, followed by the little novice monk with a painful expression on his face, as if this great monk had
It seemed as if the monk had committed some serious crime.
"Zong An, please step back first."
"Yes!" The young novice named Zong An closed the door obediently, and before leaving, he did not forget to glare at the fat monk Hua.
"Hiccup! The craftsmanship of the newly opened noodle shop is really amazing. The spicy chicken shredded noodles are really good, and it made the poor monk's belly full!" Asayama Richeng patted his bulging belly with an expression of comfort.
Compared with a year ago, Asayama Richen had gained a lot of weight, and there was quite a trend of horizontal development. Huzai Zongyi still looked lean. He smelled a meaty smell and frowned: "It's a crime to eat meat and fishy food."
Break the commandments!"
"As long as you have a Buddha in your heart, why bother to stick to the strict rules and regulations? I have been saying that there is a Buddha in your heart. If the six roots are impure and there are good karma, it will be in vain if you don't have the intention to follow the Buddha."
"Master Richichen still likes sophistry!" Huzai Zongyi gave up the plan to continue questioning. This Asayama Richieng can only be regarded as a monk, and he never uses up the rations of the temple on weekdays. When the sun comes out, he walks around with a Zen staff and bowl.
, didn’t come back until dark, and lived a very comfortable life every day, which made it difficult for him, the abbot, to control him.
"Does Zen Master Zong Yi think that the poor monk is just wandering around? Like Zen Master Zong Yi, the poor monk has traveled all over the mountains, rivers and deep valleys of Echigo. In the past few days, the poor monk has been teaching the Dharma in the new resettlement site. He has just finished preaching the Diamond Sutra.
The first interpretation...of course this is not the point, the point is that I found an interesting place."
Asayama Richeng thought that he would definitely ask a question, but after waiting for a long time, he realized that Tora Zai Zongyi was lowering his head to take notes. In just a short time, he had written a large piece of black paper. Seeing that he had been ignoring him, he could only cough.
Yiyi: "Actually, I discovered that several resettlement sites are made up of farmers from Yuezhong. They seem to be particularly united. No matter how much the followers ask, they are unwilling to separate from each other. They even wanted to cause trouble at one point. In the end, the followers chose to retreat."
"..." Huzai Zongyi still lowered his head and took notes.
"The most important thing is that the poor monk went there to explain the Lotus Sutra of Wonderful Dharma, and the Diamond Sutra was actually published. Fortunately, the poor monk had some knowledge. He soon discovered that they were all followers of the Yixiang Sect, and he changed his clothes and called himself
Only monks can sneak in."
"Oh?" Torazai Zongyi stopped his brush, raised his head and asked, "How... did you enter?"
"Isn't it the "Buddha Speaks of Infinite Life Sutra"? A poor monk can do it too! It's impossible to pretend to be an eminent monk, but it's still very simple to recite a few sentences and recite the Infinite Life Buddha all the time!" On the morning of the morning of the pilgrimage, he straightened his body and raised one hand. Pray to the Buddha and say: "Namo Amitabha!" (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!
