A tour of Japan's Warring States Period

The village chief looked at the tall, short, fat and thin men in front of him. No, they were about twenty short, thin and thin men. Anyway, his mental outlook is very average, and he doesn't look like he is a strong soldier or a hero in the world.

The summoned men had their hands in their sleeves, and no one stood at attention, walking around and greeting each other. Most of them lamented that the annual tribute could be reduced by two cents this year, that they did not have to build the city for the lord in winter, and that they might be able to afford rice cakes on the New Year's Day, etc. There is absolutely no intention to send troops to fight a bad war.

At this time, Xiaopingtai was still moving the maza for the village chief, waiting for the village chief to sit down. He took out a cloth bag from his arms. There were more than twenty beans in it, including twelve red beans.

At this time, two families of charcoal burners took the initiative to stand up and said that they were the only ones who could do bow ashigaru anyway (after all, they went into the mountains to cut down trees and so on. They also brought a hunting bow for self-defense, and occasionally they could shoot pheasants, rabbits, etc., because Japan There are no large predatory cats, the largest ones are wild boars), so there is no need to smoke. Others also acquiesced in this decision, so the village chief poured out three red beans representing two bows and one Jinfu. The two charcoal burners also responded calmly.

At the end of this little episode, the others just reached into the bag in the village chief's hand without any order. As if he could gain some advantage by smoking earlier, Xiaoping was too small to squeeze through them, so he waited for a while.

The remaining people quickly drew their results. Those who won were all happy, while those who didn't were a bit disappointed. Xiao Pingtai also won the lottery, and he was still confused by Monk Zhang Er. He muttered: "The second gun does have one, so it's going to be an ashigaru?"

The village chief took advantage of his height advantage of 1.5 meters (yes, in the Warring States Period, a height advantage of over 1.5 meters was considered a height advantage) and patted Xiaoping Tai on the shoulder: "It's not your turn to be an ashigaru."

Xiaopingtai was shocked now! What the hell, eating shit can’t even get enough of it? Do you have to wait in line to die?

At this time, the rice balls were ready and put in a wooden basin and brought out. A unique rice fragrance wafted out. To the farmers who had never eaten rice a few times in their lives, it seemed like a seductive little goblin waving. Almost everyone swallowed subconsciously. (It is necessary to explain here that the plot of this paragraph is described in many novels. It is about finally eating rice and shedding excited tears. The people who wrote this kind of plot are scumbags who don’t even bother to check Baidu. As for Why? It’s because after the rice is shelled, if it is just roughly crushed, the rice will have a disgusting earthy smell whether it is cooked as porridge or rice. People who have traveled through time will definitely not be used to it.)

The village chief took out two rice balls with bamboo leaves and handed them to a man in his twenties, and asked him if his family had tied umbrellas and sent them to the shrine to sell them this year. The man nodded and said that he had sold a total of 700 coins this year. The village chief nodded and told him to go home and get ready.

He also asked another person who was a little younger than Xiaoping if the wild lacquer picked at home this year was ready to be fired. The man's parents immediately responded, so the village chief nodded and handed the rice ball to the man.

The rest of the people didn't ask any questions and sent them home with two rice balls, asking them to gather at sunrise tomorrow morning. Xiao Pingtai immediately packed up the village chief's things and took them to the village chief's house.

As a time traveler, Xiao Pingtai is still struggling with why he can't be in the front row even if he wants to die. The village chief immediately said to him: "When your father was alive, you could collect medicine and go to the shrine to exchange money. Now that he is dead, you are alone. The family's annual income is only two guanwen, which is less than enough to afford a living." Of course you can’t take it lightly.”

Since the death of Xiaoping Tai's father, he has been removed from the army's military service account. Xiao Pingtai complained in her heart that Internet articles were killing people, but I, a time traveler, could not even send myself to death because of my poverty.

There was nothing to say all night. Now that the entire valley was mobilizing troops, they would definitely not be able to escape. I had to comfort myself that if I killed the enemy general, I might be successful.

At sunrise, sure enough, everyone was already standing sparsely in front of the village chief's house. The village chief led the horse with its helmet pierced through the armor, and there was also a particularly coquettish figure standing in front of the sky, with a sword and ribs tied around his waist, and a gun hanging immediately.

The rest of the people were much different. Yesterday, the two people who were asked alone did indeed wear a hat on their head, wearing half-new and not old clothing, with a rib at their waist and two guns in their hands. The other three people only had A gun, and then a wooden box on his back, along with a sickle, flint, straw rope, straw mat and other sundries. Another person who is barely considered a minor is the old servant of the village chief's family. Judging from his appearance, it is definitely better to start a fire than to fight a bad battle (yes, there are six military commanders, actually there are three. There are three people who are indifferent).

Xiao Pingtai was wearing a forehead wipe, carrying a gun, and carrying a flag behind his back, a completely white flag without any decoration. He just wanted to say that the straw rope was tied too tightly and it was a bit suffocating.

Under the shouts of the village chief, everyone lined up in a small team and set off without any speeches, amid various reminders to remember to stand back and grab more points.