"If you say too much, you will lose" is a golden saying for people to behave in the world, so Mo Yi, as one of the few people in the town who holds an iron rice bowl, must of course keep this truth in mind.

After all, being a human being, no matter what era or place it is, is a mysterious and interesting question.

She is not perfect, she is not a bad person, and she can't please everyone, so climbing from a villager to this position in a blink of an eye at her age is indeed indispensable to other people's blush and jealousy.

So Mo Yi had to be silent and more cautious than before, unless she could make a certain achievement. Of course, her caution is not superfluous in front of these country warriors.

To be a person and do things, if you want to be good at something, you must have shortcomings, Mo Yi knows this truth very well. Although she is good at arithmetic, it can be said that the things in the town, the simplest thing to protect the territory and the people, to destroy the mountain and ambush, she is actually more powerless than watching and shouting.

Therefore, she was a low-key person and a high-profile worker, and she worked hard to calculate the grain that should be levied in each village and the spring expenditure of the samurai of the Ijiin family in the more than a month when she had only been in the town.

And this thing was indeed done perfectly, not to mention the samurai of the Ijiin family, and even the several samurai of the town chapel were also settled in such a timely manner because of the first spring payment of grain, so they finally began to have a little friendship with Moyi.

It was a gift, and after Mo Yi had fulfilled his duties, the country warriors were also glad that such a person had been sent to their camp.

After all, calculating the spring payment of all the samurai in the vicinity of the entire Ijiin Town is a complicated job in itself, and a few big men of the commission often tinker until the summer harvest may not be able to make these samurai complete, and Mo Yi has only been here for a week and has already cleaned up, which is indeed considered to be a disgraceful mission.

But, frankly speaking, within two days of her arrival in Ijiin Town, the work had been done with ease. However, in order not to be shocking to the world, Mo Yi repeatedly checked the grain that had been collected and the grain that had been put into storage, and dragged it out for seven days before handing over this report to the town commissioner.

As a result, her talent can be regarded as finally being brought into practice, and her life tends to be stable and begins to be secured.

Even if it doesn't have the dignity of being in Yoshida Castle, it is still a dream life for an ordinary villager.

Plainness is the real happiness, and a person has passed the most in his life.

It's just a pity that Mo Yi doesn't belong to this world.

And here, it's just a memory retrace of inherited genes, just a way for her to find the gift of the forerunner.

Plain to her is just music before the storm,

"You can't forget yourself, forget everything you have!"

The girl who warned herself never slackened, she awakened the memory of her training, the bloodlust that had been sad.

The slender sword quickly pierced into the straw-tied target, and the closing of the lunge and the movement of the following small steps resembled the dance of the shrine maiden.

Elegant, easy to play, like a cat licking its paws!

Mo Yi's steps were indeed as light as the Dark Dancer, and the sword in her left hand shimmered with dazzling light, even if it was unsheathed.

The waving of both hands, indeed, for Mo Yi, both sides are possible killing moves, even if the bayonet sword in the right hand plays the mourning of the deceased, the pocket knife in the left hand is no less than a dying prayer.

This sword style is like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, and the silver snake flies.

Lightning-fast shots, lightning-fast stabs. Even though not a drop of blood had been shed, even if the middle had not fallen, the sword dancer had sheathed his sword.

What is your purpose, what are you looking for, even if you have found everything about you, but what is the meaning of my life?

Of course, Mo Yi wanted to ask these words in front of the female researcher, and these thoughts in the heart of the "god" she had created.

But she clearly realized that she was just an artificial human.

No parents, no blood relatives, just a masterpiece of genetic engineering, but also genes grown from a test tube.

Even though she had two different lives, everything in them did not belong to her, but to the chosen god behind the undersea laboratory.

She is a gift from God and an outstanding achievement of the research of the Great Satellite Program!

And what does the logic in this and what does it mean?

Am I human?

Mo Yi wiped his eyes, of course, only hard training can forget these philosophical categories of his own cognition.

Now her purpose is only to find the secret code hidden in the lost civilization and unlock the ultimate of this world, not to bother herself.

Therefore, the recovery of her swordsmanship does not lie in the reflection of the meaning of life, but in the recovery of the body and the control of coordination.

Now it is also spring flowers, spring in March, and the happy days are as crystal clear as the water of the Kawakami River.

The fish in the water are not troubled, but the mortals in this world are sorrowful and miserable.

In this world, the simplicity of the people is just the most funny joke.

You must know that the poor mountains and bad waters come out of the people, and in the troubled times that emphasize the supremacy of force, there are a few people who will abide by the laws that have long since declined.

The people are bandits, and bandits are the people, and in a world where there is no order and no law, there is only the law of the jungle!

The weak can only become dry bones on the side of the road, and the way for these mountaineers to survive and continue is of course to use the wails of the innocent dead and the cries of the relatives of the dead passers-by.

Of course, they are a group of poor people, and they are indeed poor and even destitute to sell their children.

But what will be the unfortunate Mother who will pity them?

In the end, the world needs to be brought to order, so the councilors in the town have been at odds with these villagers from the beginning.

However, samurai with wives and children will of course have scruples.

Even the bravest men would not allow themselves to die in vain in the arms of the villagers, for it would be a shame.

If the blood of the samurai was really needed, it was only natural that they would die on the battlefield of expanding their territory, because only then would their families be beneficialized and respected!

But in the fight in the mountains, how dare the bamboo gun grow eyes. So these brave warriors also formed a tacit understanding, that is, as long as the mountain people don't cause trouble, they will not go to them to trouble the compromise.

Themselves, everyone does not disturb each other, and they are safe and sound.

But now is the beginning of spring, and early spring happens to be the hungriest day of the year.

Of course, the peasants can still dig wild vegetables to make ends meet, but the poor and crazy bandits in the mountains can only sharpen their knives!

Of course, Mo Yi also looked at the order on the table, and his heart was not too happy, and the illiterate warrior squeezed over and looked at Mo Yi with a blank eye, thinking that there was some reward.

However, this notice was an order from the head of the Ijiin family, Ijiin Tadado, and it was about thoroughly investigating the cause of the death of a certain flag samurai of the Shimazu family.