It has been a week in this impoverished mountain village. Apart from a change of environment, Kazuyo Sorayama is surprisingly consistent with his own steps in modern life. He still leads a repetitive life of eating, practicing, and sleeping. In addition to chatting with his father, he also reads this during breaks.
The work of farmers in the era.
Maybe it’s due to habit, maybe it’s the news they got from their father. In short, the farmers in the village are no longer as hostile and in awe of the samurai master Sorayama Kazuha as they were at the beginning. Many children even came close to watch him while he was practicing.
, some bold boys even broke off branches and followed his movements with graceful gestures.
Occasionally, Sorayama Kazuyo will teach them some basic moves when he gets interested, which can often keep these children happy for several days.
The gorgeous sword given to Yohei brought him 10 small gold coins. In this era, one small gold medal was enough to exchange for the rice that an adult man eats for a year, which was a huge sum of money even for a samurai serving as an official.
, not to mention those ronin who didn’t finish their meal.
Although he didn't know the terrifying purchasing power of small gold in this era, he also knew very well that Heping and the others were deceived by the weapons dealer. This knife could be exchanged for the same weight of gold at the minimum. Calculated at one tael per piece, that is nearly 40
pieces.
However, for these farmers who have never even seen gold in their lives, 10 small gold coins is already an incredible wealth.
At that time, Sorayama Kazuyo casually pushed everything to his father without taking any money. However, his father did not move. He just squinted his eyes and showed a scary smile and said to him: "Samurai-sama, you know that if I accept your money, this village will
How's it going?" Kazuyo Sorayama stared at his father in shock and said nothing.
"Haha, either be slaughtered by others, or kill each other, there is no third way. This village will not be able to save such a large sum of money in 100 years!
If it is distributed equally to everyone, some people will definitely not stay in the village and suffer from hunger. Once someone discovers the money, the government will levy heavy taxes or bandits will massacre the village the next day.
Even if you leave it to me, do you think these mud-legged people won't care about it? Once people go crazy with hunger, they won't care about anything! They can't keep this money."
"I don't want to owe you." Sorayama Kazuyo said expressionlessly. His father shook his head: "When selling knives, Heping and the others spared half a pound of money, which is enough for adults to live here for a while. I ordered them
It’s no problem to exchange some meat from the hunters in the mountains next door and provide it for adults every day.”
Kazuyo Sorayama took a deep look at his father, frowned and took the small gold into his arms. He understood that his father not only worried about damaging the village, but also wanted him to get out quickly if he refused to accept his gold.
"You see that I won't kill people at will, so you use soft methods to make me leave voluntarily. Forget it, there won't be much gain from staying any longer anyway. It's time to go to the city and have a look." He thought to himself, facing his father.
Said: "Don't worry, I will definitely leave in 7 days at most or 3 days at least."
Shaking his head and no longer thinking about these things, Kazuyo Sorayama raised the knife and muttered to himself: "Maybe it's time to go."
Along the way, Ichiyo Sorayama, who was thinking about what to do in the future, found that he was busy in the fields in the past. Today, none of the farmers in the mountains were seen, and there were no traces of the children on the roadside.
"Did something happen?" Kazuyo Kuyama could not help but hold his knife and speed up towards the village. "So they are all gathered here." Seeing the whole village gathered in the open space in the center of the village, he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.
, "Is this a meeting?" He secretly walked to the side to observe.
The villagers sat in a circle, and all of them had pale, blank, nervous and melancholy expressions on their faces. Occasionally, soft sobs and babies' cries could be heard.
"Ah!" A woman wailed uncontrollably and beat her head on the ground. "The Bodhisattva doesn't protect us either! Taxes, labor, wars, droughts, and now with bandits, the Bodhisattva is telling us farmers to die."
"Uuuuuuuuah, why don't you really die, so as not to suffer all day long." The man next to him whimpered.
Wan Zao squinted and said: "Humph, what's the use of crying." Mosuke stood up and said to everyone: "The government collects annual tribute, so it should protect us and help us fight bandits." "It's useless, yes, it's useless."
Several farmers interjected: "Everyone knows what the government is doing. After all the bandits are gone, they come to visit in a big way and don't care whether we live or die."
The woman cried loudly: "Why don't we give the grain to the bandits, and if we all commit suicide together, the government will come in panic." Everyone wept secretly. Liji, who had been standing next to Wan Zao, stood up silently, clenched his fists and said:
: "Let's kill the bandits! Kill them all, and they won't come. Kill them all!" Everyone was shocked.
Yoping was startled and stammered: "I...I don't agree. This...this kind of thing can't be done."
Wan Zao snorted coldly and looked at Li Ji: "That's crazy talk. What can farmers do to fight bandits? What if they lose? All men, women, old and children will be killed." Li Ji couldn't control himself and wanted to rush forward to fight, but Mao helped him to death.
Holding on tightly, Li Ji shouted with red eyes: "Instead of being tortured all day long, it is better to fight with your last resort!"
"Who says we are farmers? We are born to be submissive. When the bandits come, we must not resist. We must offer food with both hands...and then beg them to leave some enough food for us to survive..." Wan Zao said while crying.
: "Everyone still wants to beg with a discount..."
Liji broke away from Mosuke, gritted his teeth and said: "Will the bandits agree? Have you forgotten, how did the current food come from?!" Ignoring the indifferent people, they rushed out of the circle and squatted down. There was an unbearable silence, and Mosuke looked up.