A small stream passes through the mountain village, dividing the dozens of simple mud and grass houses into two parts. On the east side of the river bank is the largest thatched house in the village. It is the largest, but it only has a few more wooden boards nailed.
Just a few handfuls of straw were added. The waterwheel outside the house was creaking and spinning feebly, but compared with the depressing, decadent and uneasy atmosphere inside the house, it seemed particularly leisurely.
The light shining from the window divided the house into two parts: light and dark. A group of villagers huddled together, their faces illuminated by the setting sun were either numb or anxious. More people looked at the last person with the eyes of a natural enemy.
Inside, the figure lying facing the wall.
The figure occupies half of the room, but no one dares to cross the line where the sun shines. Instead, as time goes by, the light gradually decreases and they become more and more crowded together.
Kazuyo Sorayama fell asleep soundly with his sword in his arms, snoring from time to time. Facing the hostile villagers in the room behind him, he was as relaxed and comfortable as a wolf sleeping among sheep. This was not so much arrogance.
Arrogance, rather, is extreme confidence in his own force. Kazuyo Sorayama believed that even if these villagers were armed to the teeth, with their cowardly character and bodies with no martial arts foundation, he could easily drive away or even kill them all.
"Dad...what are we going to do about this samurai-sama..." a middle-aged man with a strong body and messy hair whispered. Opposite him was an old man with all his teeth and gray beard and hair, and his old eyelids drooped.
His eyes were almost completely closed. He sat hunched across from the villagers, with his back to Kazuyo Sorayama. He didn't react when asked, and seemed to be asleep.
The man had no choice but to turn to Li Ji, and he and Ping whispered: "How do you bring a samurai back to the village? If he doesn't leave, not only will he eat and drink for free, but there are also many young women in the village... This is terrible
What to do!”
Rikichi remained silent, while Yohei hung his head and said feebly: "Mosuke, it's not that we want to, it's that we can't refuse. But I don't think this samurai-sama is a bad person. Not only did he give us rice balls to eat, but he also gave us miso soup."
Let us all drink together, but no samurai master has ever been willing to share a little bit of his food with the peasants, they will only rob us."
A sinister voice came from the side: "If you don't rob now, who knows if you will rob in the future. If you don't rob food, who knows if you will rob other things. Huh, you don't have young daughters at home anyway! I told you not to go to the battlefield to pick up those things."
Things, I would rather go hungry than lose my life, you two guys..."
Hearing this, Li Ji stared at Wan Zao fiercely, barely able to suppress his voice and gritted his teeth: "You are as timid as a mouse, if you don't pick up some weapons in exchange for a few dollars, what will the village eat? Hahaha, or
If you sell your daughter Shino to the city, those merchants will definitely be happy to buy her."
Wan Zao ignored Liji's anger and squinted his eyes and hummed: "I heard you said that another samurai attacked me on the road, so why not sneak away while the two samurai were dueling? There are so many opportunities to collect firewood on the road and fetch water for cooking.
, just go into the woods at will, who can catch you in the darkness of the mountains! I think you are the real cowards."
"That's good!" Mosuke stopped the complaining farmers, raised his voice and asked: "Dad, dad! Look at everyone here, why don't you discuss with this samurai-sama and send him away from the village, even if...
..." He gritted his teeth and said, "Even if you give him some food."
The old man didn't open his eyes slowly until then, looked up at the villagers opposite, and said vaguely: "The rabbit and the tiger are discussing, will the tiger listen, huh?" "But..." "Turn over you guys.
Look at the floor at home, all the food and all the women in this village are not worth the knife on his body! The new rice is not yet ripe, what do you have to be robbed of?"
Everyone bowed their heads in embarrassment and remained silent. The father seemed to have said too many words at once. He took a few big breaths and then said: "Look at the hands and face of this warrior-sama. Which of your daughters is so fair? It's obvious."
If you come from a wealthy family, how many village girls will you like?!"
The father looked back casually and said firmly: "Everyone go back, each family collects some rice and sends it here. When you see the samurai, you must be respectful and humble. We will talk about other things later."
The father glanced around majestically, then closed his eyes and said nothing. The farmers looked at me and I looked at you, and then dispersed dejectedly.