The so-called war era was an opportunity for the daimyo to flourish, but it was a real tragedy for the daimyo who were not good at managing domestic affairs and were not good at military affairs. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

And if this big name happens to be named guardian by the imperial court, he should really be honest and worry about his poor net worth.

As the so-called lower gram is always drenched in blood, don't cut the grass and eradicate the roots, but the balance of forces is always a ball of harmony, it's a big deal to be your subordinate.

Moyi, who was carrying a straw mat and preparing to go to Takaono Town, of course, repeatedly instructed the two little things in the house that there were no adults looking at to live in peace, and the boring time on the long mountain road also made her think of the most interesting Zhu Yin of the two generations of the Oda family, who now dominate the family.

The martial arts of the Oda family are also clichés, but the seals of their father and son have their own characteristics, and Oda Nobunaga's seals are well-known as "the world's martial arts".

And his son Oda Nobuo's vermilion seal is the same majestic "Weiga Haiei", Oda Nobutaka as a child with the same genes will certainly not be much better, but his vermilion seal is more legendary, called "a sword to level the world".

The full middle two winds should be as interesting as Wang Mang who invented the vernier caliper, and Huafang Moyi, who couldn't help laughing, remembered that Wang Mang was often said on the forum in the past, but not talking about the terrier, he should be regarded as the worst traverser.

The so-called sorrowful people, who are poor for money, and there are probably two oil bottles at home, and the sorrow of life is really nothing more than the death of a man.

Although there is an imposter of his own, but this family is indeed not as good as a day, I used to think that women can hold up half the sky, but in the troubled times, it probably depends on luck.

Let's say that Satsuma is off the coast, but it is also a mountainous place, and when the wind blows, it is already warm. However, Hanafang Moyi still remembers that since he was born, he really hasn't been far from the village and town, and he hasn't even seen the inner castle of the head of the Shimazu family, so if he can go out this year, he should still be able to see the world.

However, she doesn't have a good impression of the famous generals of the Warring States, according to the previous meaning, it's better not to cross, if you really want to cross, ancient Greece, or Eastern Rome or even Gothic are a good choice for history, after all, the coast is at least full of food.

Even if you don't have enough to eat, it's still good to take a leap of faith back in the dome of the Duomo del Fiore in Florence from this era.

Perhaps there really is an Assassin organization where everything is false and everything is allowed.

Mo Yi, who was running wildly in his thoughts, did not slow down. Looking up at the sky that had been dyed red by the morning sun, he hurriedly hurried to the road with his head down, but he didn't sell these things to the merchants when the sun dried his head, and if he could find the direction when he went home tonight, it would be very powerful.

However, the straw mats at this time should not be sold at a good price, and after thinking about it, Mo Yi also knew that this was early spring, and few merchants who collected straw mats would give enough copper money.

Of course, Mo Yi knew that the only consistent Yongle money was to buy all the food by himself, although now the three of the family are not hungry, and Uncle Ronin likes to fool around with the widows in the village and save a lot of food.

But if there is really a battle this year, it is more practical for a miscellaneous soldier like himself to earn more money for the two younger ones in the family in case of emergency.

Auntie didn't know when she would come back, and Mo Yi was indeed a little worried.

Of course, her own affairs are also annoying enough, in her memory, she knows very well that in the past few years, southern Kyushu has been full of turmoil, and the heroes have stood side by side, but she definitely didn't expect that in this short hundred years, Satsuma, Osumi, and Hyuga, the small three kingdoms of Tsushima, have Shibuya, Hefu, Gamo, Ito, Youne, and other forces.

Ten years ago, Liver Fu teamed up with Ito to really seal Shimazu in Satsuma, and now the head of the Liver Fu family is still dead, but Shimazu is taking advantage of the situation to rise.

And the Satsuma samurai under the cross wheel are indeed heroic, but unfortunately they did not float out of Kyushu after all, and they were blocked by the future Sekihaku and Toyotomi Hideyoshi.

Probably his prophetic sense should be able to save a little bit of life, Huafang Moyi has still believed in God a little bit since he came to this world inexplicably.

She didn't know what the way out would be in this life, so she sighed and leaned the straw mat behind her to make herself feel a little safe.

I can probably take this straw mat to the merchant at noon and sell it, hoping that the price will not be too much.

Of course, she knew that most of the villagers in the town and village would weave their own straw mats, and they didn't need to sell them themselves, and she didn't know where the guild would come from.

She doesn't think that she can be determined by business, use the wisdom beyond the current thousands of years to earn a lot of Yongle money, and live a life of rice worms from now on.

After all, she is a lord of the Shimazu family, and she is also a local servant.

At the time of the Warring States period, the law of the daimyo strictly forbade the fugitives, although they welcomed the fugitives back to live and cultivate the land. But no daimyo would want the population under his rule to run around and live in enemy territory, and it would be really good if he apprenticed with a merchant and didn't prove that he was caught by the samurai.

It's better not to be a reward for her own head.,Touching the knife left by her father, she doesn't know why she's still so excited in her bones.,It should have finally arrived at the town.。

The bustling houses also burned the smoke of the cooking, but now there are many unusual things outside the town.

Unlike the ashigaru recruited in the township, these standing guards can only be regarded as real corporals (junior samurai) of the Shimazu family, although they are probably the same as the local servants who receive 20 koku of grain.

Of course, their usual practices and identities are much higher than the position of the local servant to eat mixed rice, but there are only about a dozen of them in Takaono Town, and they came here to buy and sell a few days ago.

There are so many standing reserves gathered today, what is going on here, and when has this kind of small town that has been temporarily formed because of the settlement of merchants also become so heavily guarded.

After all, the Shimazu family doesn't seem to have any defeats in his memory, not to mention that the Satsuma Kingdom has not been fought until the modern society of later generations.

"Wait for the idlers to leave!" Mo Yi hadn't come close yet, but the words that Standing Bei had scared out were a little more severe than before, and suddenly pulled Mo Yi back to reality.

It seemed that a noble person had entered the town, and Hanafang Moyi quickly guessed why there were so many guards.

However, now his situation is a little embarrassing, this is outside the town, and there is no way to avoid the upcoming samurai, so he probably has to reluctantly find a place where the dog's tail is lush but not too high, and he can't look very obscene.

After all, there are never a few ninjas like villagers these years, and with so many standing here, Mo Yi doesn't want to be treated as a ninja and be greeted by iron cannons and arrows into a hornet's nest.