A tour of Japan's Warring States Period

In short, whether touching the switch or jumping off the building, this is how you travel through time. Because I was mentally prepared, I was not surprised when I came to this all-natural wild house with a thatched roof, a wooden floor, and a firepit in the middle.

When I was happily thinking about whether to defect to Takeda Shingen or Oda Nobunaga, the writer myself began to look through the property of the original owner, Xiaoheita, and began to sort out the original owner's memories in my mind. Xiaopingtai is just an ordinary farmer. He is nineteen years old this year. His father died in a war four years ago, and his mother was also arrested and missing.

This background is really, tsk tsk tsk, so deceptive. Isn't this just for fun? No matter how badly dressed a person is, he must be good at literature or martial arts, or even both. The European emperors directly wear an Ashikaga Ichimon clan, a direct descendant of the Kanbu Taira clan, etc., and again they wear a rich man with a piece of land. How come I have this kind of background?

Xiaopingtai is not yet a farmer himself, but he rents the land from the head of the village, which is temporarily called the village. (They are basically poor people who have been poor for three generations.) This village has no name, but it is said that in the castle in the distance, the village was named Hebian Village. The whole village has more than fifty acres of paddy fields. There are more than one hundred acres of dry land.

There are only eleven households in total, and two of them are charcoal burners at the foot of the mountain. The remaining eight households live on renting the 200 acres of land. If you ask me who the other household is, of course he is the village chief.

The village chief, or rather the landowner of this riverbank land, was actually not a samurai, although he was a man with a Miao character named Kawabezaemon. It is said that he used to be a servant of a high-ranking official in Kyoto. Later, during the chaos of Yingren civilization, he came to this rare flat land and opened more than ten acres of paddy fields in this small valley. Three generations have accumulated such a small amount of family property.

Because the village chief belonged to a rich peasant and was listed on the daimyo's military service account, the military officers in the city called him Kawabe Muraemon every time he was called, so over time he became Kawabe Zaemon.

Xiaoheita rolled his eyes. I came through time to put an end to the troubled times and become the most capable official in the world. How could I hang around in a ravine like this? I took all the property I found: dozens of kilograms of tares and buckwheat, a roll of green ramie cloth, and a hat. A formation hat and a two-room gun worth more than 500 wen. The two hundred coins under the floor were also hidden separately in spare straw sandals and cloth rolls.

Don't ask why there is not even rice at home after the autumn harvest. All that stuff has been paid in tribute and land rent for the year, and even if there is any leftover, it is exchanged for miscellaneous grains and stored up for the winter. Farmers in the Warring States Period could hardly eat the rice they grew a few times in their lives. As for eating rice every day, it was even more unthinkable. If they were full, it would be God's mercy.

Xiao Pingtai saw that it was not convenient to run away in the bright light outside, so he thought about going out to explore some places first. After all, during the Warring States Period, the penalties for farmers escaping from their land were a bit harsh, so it would be better to be more stable.

After leaving the house, I looked around and saw an idyllic scene. The water in the newly harvested rice fields had been drained, and the ground was being prepared to dry out before processing the rice rhizomes and planting overwintering wheat.

At this time, a wild boy-like man by the river ran into the only house with a courtyard wall in the village, carrying a fish in his hand. Xiao Pingtai knew that she was the daughter of the village chief's family. The village chief, who is thirty-five this year, only has this fifteen-year-old daughter. Neither his wife nor his wife's family gave him a son. Xiao Pingtai actually felt a little fluttering in her heart, tsk tsk, tsk tsk, as expected, the original owner, a long-term worker, was still thinking about his boss's little cabbage and tried to do it. Xiaoping smiled faintly, thinking that as a time traveler, if you don't marry Oda City, it would be in vain, and threw away this idea.

Just when he was about to explore the road blindly, a walking warrior with a flag on his back ran in from the riverside of the village entrance. Xiaoping Taiyi slapped his forehead: If it’s not over, we will definitely have to fight a bad war after the autumn harvest! Do you want to die before leaving the army?

Sure enough, when the warrior arrived at the village chief's door, he shouted loudly: "Kawabian Zaemon, who lives in Hebian Village, Yamauchi Township, Uchida County, received fifty-two ken and three hundred coins. Now he will be exempted from the farewell fee of the year, free of general enlistment, and free of charge. The annual tribute is two cents, and within three days he will lead one person on horseback, six people on the long line, two people on the bow, one person on the small flag, one person on the back of the horse, and two people in formation to go to the city in the inner palace of the mountain to serve the Lord."

The walking warrior immediately ran to the next village after taking away the two rice balls from the village chief. At this time, the village chief had already started to go out to call for people. He happened to see Xiao Pingtai standing on the ridge of the field. Seeing that Xiaopingtai's figure was a little hunched at the age of nineteen, his height of only 1.4 meters made him look even shorter. His face was dark and dry, his hair was tied with a straw rope, he was wearing a pair of tattered straw sandals, and his mouth was in a daze with a mouth full of rotten teeth.

The village chief shook his head (how could my Xiaobaicai be a childhood sweetheart with such a thing), and asked Xiaopingtai to call for help. At the same time, he asked his family members to carry out a framed rice and start making rice balls. Soon, more than 20 men ranging from fifteen to sixty from the whole village gathered together to draw lots to determine the candidates for the battle.