Dirt roads, heavy snowfall.

The ox cart carrying it carries a wide and simple wooden plank structure, with slightly smaller planks erected on three sides to form a slightly inclined shelter.

The boards are firmly connected to each other, but they are connected by thick iron nails driven deep into them.

Obviously, the craftsmanship of the car builder is extremely crude, because the ordering and distribution of the round nail heads are completely based on mood.

It seems that the person who made it also felt that the people who lived in this wooden shed temporarily were pigs and dogs, so as long as they didn't fall apart, it would be fine.

However, it was not the pigs and dogs in the wooden shed.

It's a living person.

There are men and women, but there are no old people, because old people have no value, and they are solved on the spot, unless you can show your strong physique, then you will get a net and throw yourself into this "paradise".

Yes, the sword-wielding samurai who led the team called it Paradise, and they felt that the name was inconsistent, but the royal lady of the Sakura Imperial Court liked to use it and was complacent about it.

The happiness she thinks of does not lie in physical enjoyment, but in spiritual sublimation.

And these lowly commoners of foreign countries can have the opportunity to get rid of the ordinary and monotonous life and contribute to the great experiment, is there anything more worthy of happiness in the world?

It's a gift.

And this bullock cart, which was rudimentary, with only a thick piece of cloth covering the roof, drove to "the place where God exists."

Although this god has not yet been created, it is almost ... It's almost ...

The princess has always believed so.

Boom!

The door to the hut was violently opened, but then slammed shut.

"Bastard! Distinguish the breeds!" scolded the bearded man.

"Yes!" the other two warriors hurriedly threw the young man they were carrying into another wooden shed.

It was just a young man who had fainted on the side of the road, with beautiful eyebrows, but naked, just wrapped in a layer of black linen that had been torn off from nowhere.

When the door opened, the screams of many women were heard.

A group of figures in coarse cloth clothes or old blankets shrank into the car.

During this long journey, more than once a woman with a good face was arrested, but never returned.

However, it seems that these samurai did not dare to be too frequent, at most once every two or three days.

But this time, nothing happened, just a teenager wrapped in black linen cloth was thrown in.

Immediately, the wooden door was locked again.

The boy lay on his side in a bowed shape on the smelly plank, jolting slightly as the ox cart pulled again.

Someone took a few steps forward, kicked the young man lying on the ground with his toes, and snorted: "It's just an unlucky boy, and it's still a one-winged man, so you don't have to be afraid." ”

"Look at this thin skin and tender meat, it must be the down-and-out son of a rich family... But so what, he's not locked up here with us. ”

Seeing that the boy was still unconscious, a young girl suddenly began to chatter.

"You say... Where the hell are we going to be taken?"

"At best, we were sold as slaves! And how much better than a slave. ”

"But... At least we have freedom. ”

Time passed slowly, and finally a young and pungent girl approached the fallen figure, probed his snort, and muttered: "It's still angry, it's just a mess." ”

Then she put the back of her hand on his forehead, and as soon as she made contact, she exclaimed, and retracted her hand as if she had been electrocuted: "It's hot! It's like fire! I'm afraid I'm going to burn you to a fool, right?"

"Why don't you tell the adults outside to throw such people out... The weather is already cold, there is no medicine, and the food is not sufficient, and there is one more sick person, what if it infects all of us?" said a woman with a somewhat indifferent look in her eyes.

Seeing that there was no response from the crowd, no one spoke out in support.

The woman was a little angry and said, "You are all good people, and I am the only one who is ruthless! But if I am not ruthless, you may not survive." ”

So, she stumbled over at the locked wooden door, her hands outstretched, propping up the wooden door, and her eyes peering out through the half-finger-wide crack in the door.

Finally, a samurai with a sword hanging from her waist finally arrived, her eyes lit up, and she was about to shout loudly.

However, a cold and slightly majestic voice came from the carriage.

"Meizi, come back!" This is a woman of about thirty, with a depressed expression, a face full of vicissitudes, rough skin, and her face has long been worn out by the wind and rain. But she was now angry with something that could not be refused.

"Sister-in-law!" the indifferent woman twisted her body, looking unresistant.

"Come back!" she clenched her fists and slammed the damp plank beneath her seat.

"Do you know that the people out there with knives are all from the other side of the sea? And this young man, like us, grew up on the same land!"

"You're called a betrayal!" she said in a stern voice.

"Sister-in-law, I don't understand this, why did I call it betrayed for the sake of everyone?!" The indifferent woman was anxious, "You all judge the reasoning, this is unreasonable!"

Except for two or three scattered voices who spoke out in agreement, the rest chose to remain silent.

"Okay, you choose it yourself, don't regret it later!" said the indifferent woman, and then she suddenly fell on the side of the wooden door and shouted, "The adult with the knife, hey!"

The passing samurai said impatiently: "Don't shout!"

"No, I know there's another village nearby, it's very hidden, but I can take you there!" shouted the indifferent woman, "It's just that I want a better environment!"

"You slut!" several women in the carriage rushed up and grabbed her hair.

"What are you doing, what are you doing?!" Meizi shouted angrily while responding to the punch and kick in a messy manner, "Why are we in trouble, they are doing well!

"Meizi! why are you such a person!" the woman, who was about thirty years old, suddenly coughed heavily, out of breath, obviously sick.

"Sister-in-law—" she hesitated, but soon vanished as the door opened behind her.

A leading samurai smiled kindly at her, "You say you know of a nearby village?"

"It's... Yes..."

"Very well, I like people like you, if there are guides like you everywhere, then we will save a lot of effort!"

"Hehe..."The indifferent woman didn't know how to answer, just smirked.

"Come, change this lady to a better place to live!Although this time, we have enough to carry, but such a person who takes the initiative deserves our commendation!" the samurai clapped his hands.

Soon a samurai appeared behind him and led the woman named Umeko in another direction.

As the wooden door closed again, the iron ropes made a crisp sound, and the wooden shed fell silent.

And the boy with the broken arm is still asleep.