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Watching his younger brothers and sisters rush to eat a bowl of cooked rice, Mo Yi still has a bit of the taste of the head of the family after all.

The yellowed hair is also neatly braided, and it is still a little sparse when worn with straw rope. In this damn troubled world, it's really embarrassing to not even be able to eat, but the ronin who cooks rice also hummed and carefully took the bucket of rice that Mo Yi had calculated.

This rice box looks like a gift box or a trophy that her uncle grabbed when he went out to Ushine Castle in Osumi Province last year, but it's a pity that this empty thing was carried to the merchant and asked, others were unwilling to give two hundred words, and finally it was transformed into a rice box that could measure rice by the clever Mo Yi, and the only thing that can be used here for multiplication and division is to calculate their daily rations, if you use the tone of your ambition in Taige before, it is a word, sad!

The snow has stopped, the sky is cold, and the overcast sky is like a bigger storm.

And the samurai had to sharpen themselves, from the will to the spirit!

Although he could not listen to his uncle's words, this ronin stared at the side and wanted to be lazy, but he also lost his face. In the end, it has been too long since the decline of the Huafang family, and he can't climb the famous family, and when he was about to practice swordsmanship with a knife, the ronin also raised his head,

"Are you still going out at this time?" There was no concern in the words, but unfortunately Mo Yi, who was pretending to save face, also nodded silently.

If this ronin didn't live here, how could she go out and pretend to be faceless, and how comfortable it would be to roll in the quilt and weave mats with her younger siblings.

Sure enough, as Mo Yi expected, she hadn't gone out for a long time to stand on the snow and muddy training platform, and the ronin also came out with him, with the knife he even held when he slept, he still looked like a piece of furniture, and the ribs and knives were hung on his waist, if he was adding a sword, it would be a standard Warring States samurai.

However, some samurai also do not carry a knife only with a folding fan, think about it, she still a sword split, since the age of eight to fight down the basic skills will not make the sword crooked, but unfortunately the sword is also difficult to practice, in fact, there are not a few tricks to control the enemy, but the ancestors of the Huafang family still have a lot of ceremonial swordsmanship, which can be called the best in the flower shelf.

also said that this ronin also once instructed Huafang Anliang, that is, Uncle Moyi, to make a few moves in the battle formation, also in order to save a small life on the battlefield. It's a pity that Mo Yi still has to practice those fancy shelves, like the momentum of shouting out from the side of opening and closing, the heat blows the snow away, and the knife is raised, and the snow and dust are scattered.

After all, the momentum was a lack of qi without a full meal, but the ronin sat peacefully on a quiet snowy ground, listening to the sound of the wind, listening to the sword slashing through the void, and listening to the ups and downs of the world.

The wind rolls the snow, the snow follows the wind, and the wind and snow in Izumo-gun are blown and blown and swept from Satsuma to Osumi and then to Hinata. Satsuma's boatmen are willing to travel only when they see beans, but Satsuma's warriors will go out if they have military luck.

The flames of war in Hyuga Province are raging, and death is spreading.

Fear will force people who are hungry and cold to become murderous demons, and it will also allow courageous warriors to drive these madmen to complete their dream of Shangluo.

This is the third year of Tensho (1575), the last of Japan's Sengoku period.

Oda Nobunaga of Bubu had also defeated the Asai family and the Asakura family in the first year of Tensho, and his military strength was aimed at the Kanto Daimyo family, but the Uesugi family and the Takeda family were not easy to match. They also peep at, and they also have the ability to compete for the world.

Under the banner of Takeda Ling, the Akabei were rapidly assembling, and Mikatahara's victory had already made their retainers eager to annex Mikawa and Enoe in one fell swoop. There are still 5 months to go, and these 5 months are like the snow in early spring.

In the third year of Tianzheng, it is a pity that Mo Yi is familiar with the Common Era system and still can't deduce the exact time. After all, Southern Kyushu is still too remote, unlike Northern Kyushu, where there are foreign monks who spread the warmth of God, and another Otomo family who spreads the warmth of God will also fight against Satsuma's samurai.

However, Oda still knows that in this era, she estimated that she had calculated that what was coming was not the troubled times, but the Edo era when the well-registered taxis under the control of the Tokugawa were employed (the noble occupation of the family personality), and she could at least eat enough to work hard, but there was no sister in this life, and she was distracted, and this sword was also crooked, and there was no intimidating momentum.

"Let's go eat!" The ronin opened his eyes, and he thought that Mo Yi was hungry, but he didn't know that Mo Yi was feeling that as long as he became a samurai, he would have a life of a sister and never return.

Indeed, in this troubled era, even a pretty widow in her twenties will fall in love with a peasant soldier who can't read big characters and has a crippled face. With only a few liters of food, he can satisfy the desires he has accumulated for more than 20 years, but although he is pretended to be a teenager by his cheap father who likes to joke, he can't enjoy the desire to lose his hardware.

Of course, this ronin who pretended to be serious four years ago will not be too honest, of course Mo Yi knows that last year he helped a widow next to him chop firewood for two months and slept with others for three months, whether it was Mo Yi's house that was too small, or the men were all old and indecent.

Actually, I also want to be serious, but Xiao Douding's body always can't grow. After holding the knife up, Mo Yi nodded, but suddenly burst out of a sentence,

"My name is Huafang Moyi!" The ink pill is also a milk name, even if no one gives himself a name, why not take one,

The ronin walked in front and was stunned, whether it was too sudden to claim that he was an adult, or whether this little point was too arrogant, but it was easy to understand that the countryman didn't understand the etiquette.

After all, without a word of worship, it is about the same as not needing the favor of the superiors, and for the ground servants, this is the only way to win Yulu to become a real samurai. After all, today's Satsuma Shimazu is no longer the Isaku Shimazu in a quiet corner.

Years of victories and territorial expansions have made the poor in ruins know that the samurai's road is much wider than in other countries, and the village pursues a one-word defeat that even the rich families in the village will take money to bribe, and the Hanafang family, who is a land attendant, is at least much better than those who don't even have a surname.

"Why don't you wait?" The ronin who walked in front finally held back this sentence for a long time.

"Can't wait." This shouldn't be too funny, the little wealthy family that the Huafang family doesn't even have a family crest still has this ambition, which also makes the ronin misunderstand the meaning of Huafang Moyi. The ronin didn't know if she was used to being called by her nickname, and the ronin had never called her by her first name, and was a little distressed.

At least her sister has long had the name Hua Fangmei, and how could her name have to wait so long,

The so-called world is swept by the wind and clouds, and the big waves are sweeping the sand, this may be just a small beginning.