The mornings in mountain villages are always relatively cool, even in summer. Hearing the footsteps getting closer and closer, Sora Yiye opened the straw mat he found last night and slowly sat up. He could tell that it was a man with short, bow-legged legs.
As soon as Yohira entered the door, he knelt down in front of Kazuyo Sorayama, holding in his hands a washed, dried and folded pattern haori and a long white loincloth.
"This thing shouldn't be used by others, right? If you let me know who used it, I'll chop him alive!" Kazuyo Sorayama's fierce expression happened to be seen by Heping who looked up and peeked, and he was frightened.
His forehead touched the ground and his whole body trembled.
Kazuyo Sorayama grabbed his clothes and put them on one by one. As someone who has lived in Japan for a long time, it was natural for him to wear these ancient clothes. "Take me to see your father." He put on his big and small swords, put on his straw sandals, and Kazuyo Sorayama
Taking the lead to step out of the house, Yoping hurriedly stood up to follow.
As the sun rises, the village gradually becomes lively. From time to time, some farmers carrying baskets and holding farm tools bow and pass by, and some courageous children play in the distance. If you look closely, you will also find pairs of curious eyes.
Secretly looking at this cold, silent, and handsome young warrior from behind the wooden window, Ichiyo Sorayama glanced at him, and he hurriedly hid in the house with blushing cheeks. These are the girls who were warned by their parents but could not stop their curiosity.
.What a peaceful and beautiful village!
"Samurai-sama, dad lived in that house last night." "Last night? Where does he usually live?" Sorayama Kazuha keenly grasped the loophole in Yuhei's words and asked. "Well... um...
"This, this, this" Yoping hesitated and said, "Huh?!" "To return to the samurai-sama, the house you are living in now is my father's house. In order not to disturb your rest, the family stayed at another house yesterday."
Kazuyo Sorayama nodded slightly. "Dad! Dad! The samurai-sama is coming to see you, Mosuke! Come and open the door." Yohei stood outside the house and shouted. Not long after, the middle-aged man who spoke in the waterwheel room yesterday
The young man opened the door and knelt down by the door: "Sir Samurai, please come in. Dad is old and has weak legs. I was afraid that you would have to wait for a long time, so I asked me to open the door quickly. I am extremely sorry."
When everyone entered the room, his father, whose eyes were always half-closed, looked at Kazuyo Sorayama and said, "You guys go out first, I'll talk to the samurai-sama." Seeing Kazuyo Sorayama nodded slightly, he and Heihe and Shiosuke's family,
The father and his family hurriedly got up and left the house with their children in their arms.
The room was so quiet that you could clearly hear the gurgling sound of the stream outside. Kazuyo Sorayama was the first to speak: "Dad? I'll call you that too." "Samurai-sama, just call me old man." Kazuyo Sorayama didn't.
After understanding it, he continued: "I want to know where this is and what year it is..." The father thought for a moment and replied: "In the second year of Tianzheng, our village moved from Danbo to Tajima. It has already passed.
Thirteen years, now is...the fifteenth year of Tianzheng."
"Tensho? It should be the Warring States Period in Japan..." Kazuyo Sorayama wasn't sure, "But if it's a movie, the year doesn't seem to be that important, unless it involves the war between daimyo." After thinking for a moment, he continued
He said: "I see that the village is very poor. Those people in Heping eat grains every day to satisfy their hunger. Has it always been like this?"
The old man opened his mouth after hearing this, with an ugly smile on his face: "Haha, it seems that this samurai master doesn't understand folk life! I have lived to be 56 years old, but so far I have never been able to eat every day.
For those who eat grains, if it is a good year, you can barely drink bran porridge and barnyard porridge during the winter. Otherwise, you can only eat some taro, dried radish, and dried wild vegetables to satisfy your hunger, and it is common for you to even starve to death."
The father took a breath and continued: "A group of bandits robbed all the food a few months ago. Fortunately, it is summer now, and there are still some wild vegetables and fruits to eat. They even violated the emperor's prohibition and went to the mountains to catch some prey to fill their stomachs.
, I hope I can hold on until the new rice matures. Alas, as a farmer, I have to try my best to survive."
Ichiyo Sora was silent for a long time, then he looked up at his father and said, "I will stay here for a while and won't do anything to you, but I won't live and eat for free. Heping should have told you that."
Dad nodded and said, "I can see that you are different from those ordinary warriors, otherwise I wouldn't have said so much.
Hey, the warriors don’t care about the life and death of the farmers. When they are hungry, they become robbers and rob farmers of their food. When they are tired, they become robbers and rob farmers of their wives and daughters. Is this the Bodhisattva punishing the farmers?"
The conversation with his father gave Kazuyo Sorayama a general understanding of the background of this era, and also made him fully realize that his fate may not be as tragic as he imagined. Although he could not help himself, he, armed with top-notch martial arts, could survive in this era.
Ancient Japan worshiped force and belonged to the aristocratic class as a matter of course. No matter what you do, you don't have to worry too much.
However, Japanese farmers in this era are like being in an endless hell, struggling in pain, and never having any hope of relief.