A bonfire was set up, and two branches set up a pitted small iron pot. The pot was steaming, and the smell of miso mixed with dried salted fish penetrated into the nostrils along with the steam. This primitive and rustic
The taste is even more attractive to hungry travelers than those exquisite dishes.
Several hot rice balls were roasting next to the campfire. Liji and Heping swallowed frequently as they looked at the browned rice balls, but while stroking the two empty feeding bags in their hands, they suddenly felt uncomfortable and wanted to die.
This was one of the few ration bags that was finally found among the many corpses on the battlefield that was not contaminated by blood and water. They were reluctant to eat the prunes, dried natto, dried squid, and stem ropes in the two feeding bags during the holidays.
The precious food was constantly thrown into his mouth as snacks by the hateful "big-bellied" warrior in front of him.
What was regarded as a delicacy by the lower-class farmers of this era was really hard to swallow in Kazuyo Sorayama's mouth. If he hadn't consumed a lot of energy and needed to replenish food as soon as possible, he would rather make do with white rice and miso soup.
Don’t eat these “snacks” that taste rancid and smell like sweat.
However, he obviously did not realize that the white rice that modern people are accustomed to was called "polished rice" in this era. It was a luxury that only high-ranking ministers, high-ranking samurai, or wealthy merchants could afford. Ordinary civilians and even lower-level samurai could not afford it.
I can only eat some brown rice and other cereals. Even so, I can't eat enough for every meal, but it's only the amount of one rice ball per meal.
Looking at Yohei's distressed eyebrows and mouth that were about to squeeze together, Kazuyo Sorayama threw the remaining snacks in his hands over. Yohei and Rikichi looked at him carefully, leaned over and carefully removed the half-left fish.
dried and put the stem rope back into the feeding bag and wrapped it tightly around his waist. Kazuo Sora ignored the two of them, picked up the roasted rice ball by the campfire and chewed it with a frown. The texture was rough and dry, with a slight hint of rice quilt.
The roasted aroma has nothing to do with deliciousness, but it can still be swallowed.
Taking a bowl made from a half-cut bamboo tube, I scooped out a bowl of hot miso soup with dried fish, took a bite of grilled rice balls and a bite of soup, and started eating with a sigh of relief.
"Hey, how far is it from your village?" Sorayama Kazuha swallowed a mouthful of soup and asked the two of them. Liji lowered his head and said: "Go back to the samurai-sama, we will be there at noon tomorrow." "That's it... you guys"
Can we continue walking?" Seeing the two of them lying on the ground muttering in silence, Sorayama Kazuyo frowned and said: "Eat first, take a rest before setting off." As he said this, he threw two grilled rice balls towards the two of them.
Staring at the fragrant grilled rice balls in front of them, neither of them moved. They just clasped their hands together and raised their heads above their heads, bowing frequently to Kazuha Sorayama. Yohei muttered: "This is for the samurai-sama, we don't dare...
...I dare not." Kazuyo Sorayama was too lazy to talk nonsense to them, and said in a hoarse voice: "If you don't eat, I will kill you."
The two of them kowtowed deeply to the ground, picked up the grilled rice balls as if they were thieves, turned their sides to Sorayama Yiye, and slowly ate in small bites. Yohei's wrinkled face opened up a little, as if he was talking.
Enjoying the incredible delicious food. After eating half of it, the two of them wiped their mouths in tacit agreement and put the remaining rice balls into their arms.
"Why don't you eat?" Kazuyo Sorayama looked at them and asked. After eating, Heping seemed to be much less afraid of the samurai-sama in front of him, and the nature of his nagging was also gradually recovering: "This samurai-sama,
We were reluctant to part with it and wanted to take the rest back and give it to our children at home to try."
Kazuyo Sorayama was shocked and lamented in his heart: Dogs don't even eat these thick, hard and tasteless things now. They seem to be like treasures. What kind of world have I come to?!
"Then what do you usually eat?" Kazuyo Kuyama was curious. Yoping put his hand into his arms, groped for a long time, and took out a piece of black stuff that looked like hard dog excrement and was better than food, and bit into it greedily.
He took a sip and muttered vaguely: "We eat this. Beans, grains and taro are mixed together and steamed. The rice must be handed over to the government for the samurai adults to enjoy. The remaining little rice must be exchanged for more in the town.
salt, cloth.
This is not bad. If we had not encountered bandits, daimyo wars, floods, earthquakes, etc., at least we would not have carried the old man to the mountains to starve to death. I will be forty years old in a few years. Maybe the times are not good.
, I will also let my son carry him up the mountain."
Heping's voice slowly became deeper, and this deep sadness seemed to make the temperature of the campfire drop a bit.
Looking at Yohei's old face, which was nearly sixty years old, Kazuyo Sorayama felt sad. Although he was a top warrior, there were few things that could shake his will, but for the first time, human empathy truly brought him into the world.
In this cruel era, greater confusion immediately hit: What on earth am I going to do? What can I do with one person and one sword?
Kazuyo Sorayama's thoughts did not interrupt Heping and continued to chat: "Originally, last year's harvest was pretty good. I thought that when the new rice came into the warehouse, the whole village would be able to have a delicious meal of white rice porridge, but the rice was eaten before it was even taken out of the pot.
A group of robbers took it away. If it weren't for Ji Li's wife who voluntarily went with the robbers and begged for some food..."
"Baga! Shut up! Stop talking!" Ji Li jumped up like crazy, grabbed Yu Ping by the collar and pushed him to the ground, his eyes were red like a tiger.
"It seems that I made the right choice. I will go back to the village with them first and learn more about what is going on in this era before making plans..." Kazuyo Sorayama shook his head, temporarily suppressing the depression in his heart, and faced the two people who were fighting.
The man said: "Okay, there is still some soup in the pot. Hurry up and finish your cereals. After drinking the soup, you will be on your way."