In the early years of the Tokugawa shogunate, temples were broken in the mountains, and it rained at night.

Yuki Yuyo unloaded the load of goods on his shoulders, he was a wandering foot merchant in the countryside, his status was not high in the current era, and he supported a large family by reselling the difference in the price of goods.

The rain fell very quickly, he ran for several miles, only to find this leaky broken temple, the original worship of the mountain god statue has long been destroyed in the war, the temple people also scattered, over time it has become a temporary residence for passers-by, and then broken and broken, there is also a roof to shelter from the wind and rain.

In the corner sat a monk, his robe in tatters, barely able to wear it with countless patches, he had no Zen staff, but a broken bowl with a missing mouth at his feet, beating the wooden fish every now and then, and reciting muffled scriptures in his mouth.

Yuki Tomodai, who was a foot trader, removed his hand from the small knife at his waist, this monk was unarmed, and even the sound of knocking on the wooden fish was very weak, so there should be no threat.

Although Tokugawa Ieyasu unified the island country and issued the laws of the samurai family that restricted the daimyo in various places, so that the situation was no longer turbulent, evil forces such as bandits and bandits were still repeatedly banned, and if he was not careful, he would have died a long time ago.

"Shi Yuji, you have been practicing with me for more than 30 years, and now your opportunity has arrived."

The monk opened his eyes, and opposite him, there was a kimono girl, for more than thirty years, he and her appearance had not changed, it seemed that Shi Yu said that the identity of the monster, he was sure.

"Ahem! This benefactor, the little monk was robbed of his money by robbers the day before yesterday, and now he is thirsty and hungry, can he be kind enough to give a bowl of rice? ”

Huiyuan set his sights on the small half-bag of polished rice in Yuki Yuki's freight bearer, even in the relatively stable early years of the shogunate, this kind of food was not something that ordinary people could enjoy, and some middle- and lower-level samurai received the polished rice of the imperial court, and they were often reluctant to eat it in exchange for cheaper and large quantities of bran rice or other rations, otherwise the family would not have enough to eat.

Huiyuan didn't lie when he said this, although with his means, hundreds of robbers were in vain, but he didn't make a move at that time, and let Shi Yuji, who couldn't be seen by ordinary people, also endure it, resulting in the loss of a few taels of silver and a small judgment.

Thirsty and hungry is false, to test the kindness of the Yuki clan is true, if such an excessive request can be granted, the person must be a good person, Shi Yuhime's entrusted family will bring wealth and luck, if you accidentally enter the home of a person with bad intentions, it will cause the disaster of annihilation.

"I don't have polished rice, but I can give you a bowl of bran rice, do you want it?"

Yuki Yuyo has a good character, although he didn't agree to Huiyuan's unreasonable request, he still generously took out his own bag of rations and shared it.

"Amitabha, the monks have always eaten polished rice, and they are not used to eating bran rice."

Announcing a Buddha name, Huiyuan was unmoved, Yuki Yuo shook his head, raised the fire and started the pot, there was a well water in front of the broken temple, scooped away the grit between the bran and rice, and boiled a pot of simple rice porridge.

After a while, the aroma of rice overflowed from the pot, and Huiyuan's stomach made a strange noise.

Yuki Yuyo smiled, no matter if you are a prince or noble, or a small person, you can't stand it without eating.

This monk is not like the evil monks in the big temple who forcibly occupy the peasants' land and bully men and women, but the true monk who travels asceticly, and does what he can do good deeds.

"M, m, m! If a person does not eat for three days, he will not even have the strength to walk, don't you say? ”

Yuki Yugo hit the empty bowl with bamboo chopsticks, shouted mockingly, and deliberately asked Huiyuan, who was alone.

"Yes, yes, yes."

Huiyuan stepped forward as if he couldn't bear his hunger, begged for a bowl of cooked rice porridge, and sat in front of the pot to eat, completely unable to see the arrogant appearance just now.

If you have a good heart and a bottom line, you will be chosen.

After eating, Huiyuan changed his mind and took out a square box from his luggage, with a black lacquer cover, which was not a simple utensil at first glance, those bandits and robbers only knew gold, silver and jewelry, but they missed the real good things.

Open the lid of the box and show a delicate and small paper house inside to Yuki Yuyo to see, Huiyuan pointed to the half bag of polished rice in the load of goods without giving up, wanting to exchange.

The shape of the paper house is unique, in the front yard and the back room, there is a kimono girl sitting quietly in the house, I don't know what kind of ingenuity can create such a strange thing.

"There is a boy living in this house, as long as you take it home and worship it, you can attract wealth and treasure, I want to exchange rice with you."

Huiyuan clapped his hands, and the paper girl in the house actually began to dance, and the cold air in the ruined temple rose sharply, and the atmosphere became weird.

"But fortune and misfortune depend on it, and those who have obtained wealth often do not live to be sixty years old, and the soul of the dead will be devoured after death, which is the price."

He didn't hide the side effects irresponsibly like a smiling salesman, Yuki Yuyo didn't think so, it's good to live past fifty years old in this era, as for what happens after death, it's not easy for people to live, so why care about the afterlife?

"The contract is five hundred years old, to ensure the glory and wealth of your family, and I will come to take it when the time comes."

Seeing Yuki Yuyo nodding in agreement after thinking about it, Huiyuan carried half a bag of polished rice, and before the words fell, the person disappeared out of thin air.

So far, the Yuuki clan has enjoyed wealth for hundreds of years without interruption.

——

"This is the remote control of the TV, these two keys are used to change the channel, and the volume is increased or decreased by this long button."

On Monday morning, Fujii came down from upstairs, passed by Uncle Tianhai, who was teaching Shiyu to watch the 55-inch large-screen LCD TV in the living room.

"What is he doing out there?"

Shi Yu asked Uncle Xiang Tianhai curiously, Fujii Shu is not a royal family or a samurai who needs to go to work in the public office, and she goes to school regularly every day, which makes her wonder.

"Going to school, in our time, most of the young people from a few years old to their twenties are learning knowledge in school."

Uncle Tianhai answered her question, and the concept of this young girl seemed to be stuck in a few hundred years ago.

"What is taught in school? Sinology or abacus? Or astronomy stargazing? ”

Tilting her head, Shi Yu remembered the most inconvenient place in this era, the hiratakana on the street didn't understand it, in the era in which she lived, this kind of writing was only learned by merchants and landlords who were not in the stream, and she was the daughter of a daimyo of a country, learning Sinology and Buddhism and the like, in order to marry the children and grandchildren of the daimyo who formed an alliance in the future, and contact the relationship between the two families.

"There is a small part of the content of Chinese studies in Chinese, abacus is improved to numbers, astronomy? It can be regarded as a geography subject, and in addition to these, there are also subjects such as English and history, and modern people know more than the nobles of the Warring States. ”

Uncle Tianhai, who is also from Tokyo Institute of Technology, explained carefully, he turned on the TV and turned to a Japanese drama "Samurai High School" in which the souls of ancient samurai wear modern times, hoping that through this drama, Shi Yu can roughly understand her current situation.

"Yue Daitou, it's still so ugly!"

Unexpectedly, Shi Yu's focus was completely on the samurai style in the play, and he complained.

There is no help.

Uncle Tianhai, who gave up treatment, lay on his back on the sofa and twitched the corners of his mouth.

Fujii Shu, who came to the school, found an extra library card in the drawer.

Reminiscing about the old days? Isn't this a favorite book for Azusa Hase?

After reading the contents of the library card, he looked at the back seat, and the familiar figure was nowhere to be seen.

Until the end of the first class, Hase's figure still did not appear, and he felt that he had taken a leave of absence at first, but when he remembered his farewell last Friday, he rushed out with his library card.

"Fujii-san! Classes are coming soon. ”

Chika Akiyama, the class president, stood up to remind him, but Fujii, who had always been well-behaved, rarely ignored it and ran to the library in the school.

The class bell rings in the hallway, and the boy runs down the sun-drenched hallway.

The boarding prompt at the airport was reported twice, and Azusa Hase, along with her father Yukishi Hase, said goodbye to her tearful mother, Makiko, and walked into the boarding aisle.

Pushing open the door of the school library, the students who served as administrators were already in the classroom, the room was empty, in front of the window that had been forgotten to close, the white gauze curtains were raised in the wind, and the sun shone on the yellowed wooden floor, and the atmosphere was cold and deserted.

Fujii searched in front of the bookshelves for a long time before finding this unpopular book in an inconspicuous corner, which was almost as new as a cover, and unlike the popular shonen manga and Tanmei romance, few students would read this kind of book.

Turning to the middle, there is a letter paper sandwiched between the pages, carefully and slowly opened, and Juanxiu's handwriting is from the pen of Azusa Hase.

"Fujii Shu himself, it's really hard for me to explain this matter to you in person, so I have to tell you through this timid method."

The plane began to rise, and Azusa Hase, who was sitting in front of the porthole, looked at the land under her eyes with nostalgia, and there were people and things worth remembering.

"In the five hundred and sixty-three days of time together, you have helped me a lot, so much so that I like you a little, but I know that it is difficult for me to reach it now."

Fujii walked to the window, reading word by word in the soft light, the sunlight reflected his face white and red, and the whole person was immersed in an inexplicable atmosphere.

"So, I decided to improve myself, and in August I applied to the Birmingham College of Music in the UK for the entrance exam, but I didn't expect that the sample I recorded actually passed the preliminary exam, and now I should be on the plane, go to Britain for the on-site re-examination."

From the plane, the city of Tokyo has disappeared in front of you, and Azusa Hase, who is still looking at it in front of the porthole, is still looking at it stupidly, motionless.

"If, if, I make it to Birmingham College, and I come back in four years, you don't have a girlfriend yet. Perhaps, maybe, consider me. ”

"Finally, please don't forget me, your friend Azusa Hase."

Under the large raised white gauze curtain, there was a sigh, Fujii turned over the letter, and on the back was a sketch, which could be seen that the painting skills were not mature, it was the side face of a young man, and the appearance was very similar to him.

Fujii, you're really a jerk.

It's not that he doesn't know that Azusa Hase's affection for him, but he has been pretending not to know, and the choice on the other side is Miss Kamiya Rin, he doesn't want to hurt anyone's heart, and he refuses to get closer to each other's feelings.

Loosening his fist, he tucked this reminiscence into the placket of his clothes, and he did a wayward mistake to steal this book that had been often watched by Azusa Hase.

When I got out of school, I rode my bicycle alone through the familiar streets, and last year, Suhara broke away from the team, and now, Hasezi, who always has his head down, has disappeared, and he is the only one left on the road, riding aimlessly.

Just as he was so sad, a bill came from the wind and covered his eyes.

This is?

Fujii stopped the car and took down the slippery banknote, which was printed with the face of Yukichi Fukuzawa, an educator from the island nation, in a denomination of 10,000 yen.

Is fortune so direct and rude?

He didn't expect that the fortune brought by Shi Yu, a boy from Zashiki, would be unexpectedly direct, and it should be on him.

All the way home, he picked up three banknotes and a lottery ticket, the total denomination of the banknotes is 10,000 taels, and the lottery draw date is tonight, ten times the single bet pressed a number, if you win the jackpot, it is basically financial freedom.

"I'm back."

Pushed the door into the entrance to change shoes, shouted as usual, although he gained a lot along the way, his mood was still very bad, put on the slippers used indoors, Shi Yu was sitting on the sofa in the living room, quietly watching variety shows on TV, and the exaggerated performances of funny artists failed to defend her calm and indifferent expression.

"Tree, her learning ability is still quite fast, and you look at this."

Uncle Tianhai stood proudly behind him, and after only teaching for half a day, Shi Yu basically used all the electrical appliances in the house, and often only spoke once, and she could remember and reproduce them perfectly.

What he showed Fujii Shu was a comparison of the two photos on his mobile phone, Shi Yu's silver-white kimono with a family crest lightly printed on the back, considering that she claimed to have existed for hundreds of years, Uncle Tianhai spent the rest of half a day looking for her identity.

"This is the family crest of the Saito family, the daimyo of Mino Province during the Warring States Period, and it is the same as the one on her clothes, plus few people can afford to wear such a precious kimono, so I deduce that she should be a descendant of the Saito family during her lifetime."

Is there any use for these? The country of Mino no has long ceased to exist.

Fujii Shu also knows some of the history of the Warring States, and the Mino Province, which was annexed by Oda Nobunaga, has long since disappeared with the times, and what matters now is her ability.

Showing the 12,000 yen banknotes in his hand to Uncle Tianhai, the other party was stunned for a moment, and he opened his mouth to explain.

"This is the money I picked up on my way out of school, outrageous, right?"

Fujii Shu took Uncle Tianhai to sit on the sofa and looked at the time, it happened to be the time of the evening lottery, and it might be even more outrageous later.

He picked up the remote control on the coffee table, ignored Shi Yu's opinion, and tuned to the channel of the lottery draw.

The result was unexpected, the lottery numbers picked up, and the numbers drawn, each of them was a little different, as if someone accurately controlled the score and changed the established result.

It seems that the director of the lottery agency of the island country is also a capable person.

Fujii Shu was convinced, and the next time there was a lottery ticket on the ground, he wouldn't touch it.

"Can you give it back to me?"

Shi Yu said coldly, woke him up, and relinquished the dominance of the remote control, and after Fujii saw her ability, his attitude was much better.

(End of chapter)