Zhang Ping crossed over, and when he opened his eyes again, he found that he had crossed into a strange world.

It seems to be a certain period in ancient Japan.

Anyway, when he woke up, he was exposed to Japanese-style things, Japanese-style architecture, Japanese-style clothing, and Japanese-style women.

Well, the female servant, he listened to those handmaidens, it seems to be a samurai family.

The Matsuda family, which has always been the most powerful samurai family in the country, is not an exaggeration to call it the pillar of the country.

However, his father's most powerful samurai and dozens of samurai trained or attached to the family were all killed in battle, leaving only a huge family fortune and his only son.

To be more rigorous, it is the most powerful samurai family in the country, leaving only him, the only son who cannot cultivate, to inherit the family business.

Can't cultivate? Isn't this like a child's money in the city?

When Zhang Ping hadn't fully accepted his new identity, there were a few like, ah no, not like, it was clearly a few Japanese samurai wearing iron armor walking in.

The leader bowed slightly and said, "The daimyo asked the head of the Matsuda family to go and discuss the matter." ”

Before Zhang Ping, who looked confused, could agree, he was set up by two samurai.

Just like that, I added the carriage all the way to the place where the daimyo lived.

The daimyo is white and chubby, and his smile is actually a little cute.

He looked up and saw Zhang Ping coming in, so he tried to stand up, but his bloated and fat body made it difficult for him to do this simple action of getting up.

After looking a little clumsy, the daimyo enthusiastically led Zhang Ping to sit on the opposite side, and then he struggled to sit back in his place.

Just such a simple action made Zhang Ping's heart feel moved, and his favorability towards the daimyo increased.

This is a very good man. As soon as this thought arose, Zhang Ping felt a pang in his heart and suppressed it. It seems that he is very good at buying people's hearts, but he doesn't know what the real him looks like.

Zhang Ping, who still wanted to observe the daimyo in front of him for a while, sat down silently and looked at him, in fact, he didn't know why he came and what he was doing.

So, just sit.

Let's see who speaks first.

"Fengxian, now that your father is suffering, it stands to reason that I shouldn't have done this, but our country still needs to function, and we still need people to protect it, and the samurai family of the four traditions has always been headed by your Matsuda family, there is no doubt about this, your father, a great samurai that everyone must respect, but now, it has become like this. The remaining three families mean that a new leader needs to be elected to lead everyone through this difficult time. ”

The daimyo narrowed his eyes and said with a dry smile, "Because they were afraid of irritating you, they now entrusted me to ask you for a samurai order." Of course, they only keep it for you, and when you grow up and call yourself a great samurai like your father, they will also return this token representing the samurai leader of our country. ”

Hum. Zhang Pingpi replied with a smile: "Okay, let them send it over when I go back, or the adults can arrange for someone to pick it up at my house." ”

"That's great." A smile bloomed on the daimyo's chubby face: "Let them bring it later." ”

"By the way, Fengxian, they are all vulgar people, if there is anything offended, please forgive me. If they are wrong, come to me, and I will make decisions for you and reprimand them well. ”

Is it just a reprimand? Then I really don't dare to come to you. Remembering that the daimyo's samurai just now set himself up in front of him like a dog, Zhang Ping knew what this smiling daimyo thought of him.

Wait, he just called me Fengxian twice, could it be that my new identity is the same name as that ancient flying general?

Well, it looks like it's a little Japan, it's still a little Japan after the Three Kingdoms, I just don't know which era it is, will it be the Warring States era?

What if the time comes? Fighting at the village level is the most deadly, because you don't know what cheap things your enemies can fight you for.

If it was true that during the Warring States period in Japan, the Matsuda family was weak, and Zhang Ping believed that if he did not have enough strength to protect himself, when the poor people at the bottom were hungry and did not choose to eat, they would rush in with red eyes and tear him apart and eat him alive.

If it is really a troubled era like the Warring States Period, then you must have the power to protect yourself.

Of course, Zhang Ping would not admit that it was the daimyo's ignorance that stung his self-esteem.

Yes, when he saw the daimyo this time, although he kept smiling, behind that perfunctory smile was disregard, neither attention nor contempt.

In the eyes of the daimyo, Zhang Ping is just an object, and talking to him is just a process, without a trace of emotion.

Zhang Ping watched numbly as the samurai took a token from the expensive wooden box.

The box containing this token is beautifully made, and the carved texture is very detailed, which shows the craftsmanship of the craftsman.

And the inside of the box is also covered with a thick layer of silk, which is shiny and gorgeous, indicating the importance that the previous owner attached to the things on the opposite.

Maybe that's the honor that the previous owner regarded as his life.

The honor of the Matsuda family, the token that the Matsuda family samurai exchanged for their blood and lives was taken away like this.

It's not because others don't know how much the Matsuda family has paid for this country, but even not long ago, the head of the Matsuda family and the elite samurai of the family died in battle to defend this country.

But none of the big men of the country stood up for the dead and their families, but instead stared at what they left behind like carrion-loving vultures.

It's a cruel world.

In the empty room, Zhang Ping looked at the trembling maid at the door and couldn't help but shake his head.

Gently called her over, and after comforting her, he asked him about some things without a trace.

The country was dominated by the training of samurai, and there were four main families, namely the Matsuda family, the Miyamoto family, the Yagyu family, and the Mifune family.

However, the Mifune family was wiped out decades ago, and it seems that only one young son escaped.

Originally, it had been forgotten, but the previous head of the Matsuda family had always asked to retain the status of the Mifune family, so people still called them the four great samurai families.

In fact, there are only three families, no, now it seems that there should only be two major families in the future.

Their Matsuda family, the adult fighting power was all killed, and now he is left alone, the young head of the Matsuda family, Matsuda Fengxian, who can't cultivate.

Confirming from the maidservant's mouth that the name of his world was really Matsuda Fengxian, Zhang Ping had a toothache.

He sat with his cheeks folded, feeling that his stomach hurt all over his body.

Well, since this world is so cruel, then I can only swim against the current.

From today on, I am Matsuda Fengxian, and I want to read and read for the rise of the Matsuda family...... And struggle!

Matsuda Bongsen, who clenched his fists and secretly swore an oath, heard a "ding" in his head.

Ding~~ The host is scanned, and the system is bound......

After binding, the host's body is digitized......

Start drawing talents......

Because the host name has a certain overlap with the historical name of the original space-time, it binds a special talent......

Special talents are generating......

Ding~~ Host talent generation......

Host digitization completed......

Ding~~ Because of the host's special constitution, additional talents are now generated......