The wind never tells you where you started, just blowing and rolling coldly, as if watching this cold world with cold eyes. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The snow in the mountains will always fall, but it will also be cold, and as the saying goes, freezing rain is probably the same taste.

Although there are not many dead and starving people, it is not uncommon in this world nowadays, even Mo Yi has seen that three out of five children in the neighborhood died early this winter, and they are all young sons who have not yet reached the age of ten.

However, more than half of the winter has passed, and there is still early spring, and the villagers who have just paid the year's tax grain have nothing but digging weeds and struggling to survive in addition to selling grain from black-hearted merchants.

But fortunately, because now that the Shimazu family is in power, all the farmers who have fought with the samurai have some mortal things obtained on the battlefield.

But most of them are things that are not used, such as girls' household fans or incense powder, and some good fabrics, but in this day when there is no last meal, it is also cost-effective to change it to rice.

It's a pity that rice is hard to buy now, so Mo Yi, the current head of the Huafang family, never expected that all the grain in Takao Nocho would be sold out, and the first reaction to this reminded her of the dirty thing she often did in the dark glory game Taiko Ambition Biography in her previous life.

It's also because of the game bug, so she controlled her self-created generals at that time to carry mountains of grain to various towns in Japan to buy and sell short, which was very leisurely, and she could easily make a lot of money.

Today's appearance is retribution, right?,The computer data of the computer at that time never cared about the life and death of the peasants.,If you can do it again in your previous life.,Mo Yi should use the modifier to change money instead of reselling military rations.。

In fact, the rice merchant really didn't seem to be able to squeeze much oil and water, and the thin mouse-like beard was inevitably swaying, revealing cunning.

It doesn't seem to be in vain today, but the only Yongle money in her hand that has always been able to buy the rations of the Huafang family that can at least last until early summer seems to be difficult, and she still doesn't know that the string of Yongle money in her hand is fine money.

And this kind of money is also more valuable than those bad coins in the money writing order, and in the tribute and taxation of many daimyos, it is also clearly stipulated how much proportion of fine money must be paid if grain is converted into property, and pure copper coins will not be collected. However, now the merchant in front of him is pretending not to know him, Gu Zuo said that this is not bad money, but in this season of low food, it will probably be crushed.

I've really become a fat pig to be slaughtered, this damn troubled world, in the end, ambition is about to be tortured by hunger, and I almost remember that most of the past two days have just drunk wild vegetable soup and carried it.

Of course, there are not many other families in the village who are doing well, after all, the Huafang family is still a land servant, and the widows of several dead men are really miserable.

It's been a long time, and I haven't seen anyone else in the town come to buy food, so Hanafang Moyi stood stupidly under the eaves of the rice shop and tied his clothes tightly. Maybe it's because she's too young and childish, and although the merchant keeps his mouth shut and says that he has no food and pleads in every way, he still looks stubborn and should condemn her.

Although she is dressed as a samurai now, she is really a servant under the Shimazu family, but there is really an indescribable sense of comical when she straddles the child's body with a knife. Besides, after last year's Yuanfu, she officially inherited her father's position as a local servant, but unfortunately she didn't even have the name of Yuanfu, and she said that it was good to use the name of the person who was in charge of the village's food, but unfortunately this samurai took his uncle and the few dozen or so men in the village to go out together after May last year and went to Osumi Province.

Today's Huafang Mo Yi also only has the name of an ink pill, probably because of the long black, Mo Yi looked at the sky with self-deprecation.

And she did bring a countryman to buy food today, speaking of his origin, Mo Yi is also unclear, only vaguely remembers that it seems to be a ronin four years ago, this guy was cut four times and can still support the village to run to the entrance of the village, but he is also hanging in one breath and not dying.

In fact, to this day, Mo Yi doesn't know which samurai he is, after all, all the samurai of the Osumi Province Gamo clan have properly surrendered to Shimazu, if it is the liver Fu clan or the Ito clan's samurai, it will inevitably run too far, and the current Osumi liver Fu family has no intention of surrendering.

But I thought about it a lot, and I didn't know what it was like to come together with cold and hunger, and I gritted my teeth when I thought of my own sister and uncle's only son.

Just use this string of fine money to buy a few liters of emergency first, she must know that she was going to be killed as a fat pig, but if she has no food, she will definitely die, she does have the meaning of buying a few liters of broken jars if she can buy them, but the ronin who followed her grabbed when Mo Yi handed over the money, and the knife rested on the wooden ladder, a small protrusion, an unstable and almost fell.

This should not be the time to put on the appearance of the head of the family, but the ronin also grabbed the shoulder of a passerby.

In the end, it was all sudden, the man raised his face with a hat, it was a very ordinary passerby's face, but he seemed to be surprised by the person he saw.

"Huafang's house?" Standing on the street, this passer-by also thought about it, and then remembered that it was a local servant in a relatively remote village more than ten miles away from Takaono Town. Helping the Shimazu family manage the land of about 2,000 stones, and there have been no heroes, so to be precise, it can't be regarded as a real samurai, after all, he didn't lead the Yuroku, and he had to farm his own land.

He looked at these people standing outside the rice shop and guessed a rough idea, Mo Yi very obediently handed over a string of Yongle money, and pleaded at this unattractive passer-by. The eyes of the owner of this rice shop are much sharper than Moyi, although this passer-by is not wearing a feather weaving, but the handle of this passer-by knife has a family crest of a cross wheel, and he also knows that this samurai is a member of the Shimazu family, so he is very happy to have a few more grains at the original price.

However, this is someone else's kindness after all, Mo Yi really didn't expect that at this time it would be her turn to accept someone else's love, but unfortunately her little man couldn't carry so much food, and when she raised her head, she didn't know whether to ask this ronin who had lived in his own house for nothing for four years to help him, after all, the words of a samurai who could talk to a rice merchant in this town also showed that he was not simple.

The passer-by also exchanged a few words with the ronin, but the ronin finally shook his head and carried most of the grain bag on his shoulder, but at the end, the passer-by also stared at Mo Yi for a while, believing that this black appearance could not attract much attention.

The long mountain wind blew through the mountain road, and the thin body carrying the grain didn't know how to persevere, Huafang Moyi couldn't help but ask,

"You know so many noble people here, why are you with us little people who are digging in the fields?"

It's a pity that the ronin who walked in front didn't answer with Mi Hehe, after all, the knife on the handle of the cross wheel was something that Mo Yi, who had not experienced the first battle, could notice.

And this year, Hanafang Moyi has just been served, and this year, there are only 5 months left, and the Battle of Nagashino is about to sound the death knell of the Kanto daimyo Takeda family.

Of course, Huafang Moyi was a cute blue child in his last life.