I am practicing in Tokyo

Chapter 113 Fortune

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

Yuki Yudai unloaded the load of goods on his shoulders. He was a traveling merchant in the countryside. His status in the current era was not high. He relied on the price difference of reselling goods to support his family.

It rained hard, and he ran for several miles before he found this dilapidated temple that was leaking from all directions. The statue of the mountain god originally enshrined had been destroyed in the war, and the templegoers dispersed. Over time, it became a temporary residence for passers-by.

, no matter how shabby or dilapidated it is, at least it still has a roof to protect it from wind and rain.

There was a practicing monk sitting cross-legged in the corner. His cassock was in tatters and had been patched countless times before he could barely wear it. He had no Zen staff, but a broken bowl with a chipped mouth placed by his feet. He kept beating the wooden fish with his mouth.

He was reading vague verses.

Yuki Tomoyo, who works as a foot merchant, removed his hand from the Kodachi on his waist. The monk did not carry a weapon, 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 various laws of the samurai family that restricted the daimyo in various places, so that the current situation was no longer turbulent, evil forces such as bandits and bandits continued to be suppressed. If he was not careful, he would have died long ago.

"Shigure-hime, you have been practicing with me for more than thirty years, and now your opportunity has come."

The monk opened his eyes. Opposite him, a girl in kimono sat cross-legged. After more than thirty years, his and her appearance had not changed much. It seemed that Shigure's identity as a monster was confirmed.

"Ahem! This almsgiver, the young monk was robbed of his money by robbers the day before yesterday. Now he is thirsty and hungry. Can you kindly donate a bowl of rice?"

Huiyuan focused on the small half bag of polished rice in Yuki Yu's delivery bag. Even in the relatively stable early years of the shogunate, this kind of food was not available to ordinary people. Some middle- and lower-level samurai were often reluctant to eat and take the polished rice from the court.

Go for cheaper and larger amounts of bran rice or other rations, otherwise the whole family won’t be able to eat enough.

Fujii took Uncle Tianhai to the sofa and looked at the time. It happened to be the time of the lottery draw in the evening. It might be even more outrageous later.

The result was unexpected. The lottery numbers picked up and the numbers drawn were slightly different from each other. It was as if someone precisely controlled the scores and changed the predetermined results.

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

When Uncle Tianhai answered her question, this girl's ideas seemed to still be hundreds of years ago.

Is wealth so direct and crude?

Opening the lid of the box and showing Yuki Yudai a delicate and compact paper house inside, Huiyuan pointed to the half-bag of polished rice in the cargo basket without giving up, wanting to exchange it.

When he showed Uncle Tianhai the twelve thousand yen banknotes he had received, he was stunned for a moment before he explained.

"In the five hundred and sixty-three days we have been together, you have helped me a lot, so much that I have slightly fallen in love with you, but I know that you are beyond your reach now."

It is a lie to be thirsty and hungry, but it is true to test Yuuki's kindness. If such an excessive request can be agreed, the person must be a kind person. The person Shigureime entrusts will bring continuous wealth. If he accidentally enters with bad intentions,

If someone else's family is destroyed, it will cause disaster.

What he showed to Fujii was a comparison of two photos on his mobile phone. Shigure was wearing a silver kimono with a family crest lightly printed on her back. Considering that she claimed to have existed for hundreds of years, what was left of Uncle Tenkai

Half a day was spent searching for her identity.

"If, if, I successfully enter Birmingham College, and you don't have a girlfriend when I come back in four years, maybe you can consider me."

Yuki Yudai smiled, no matter whether you are a prince or a noble, or a commoner, you cannot stand it without eating.

Tilting her head, Shigure thought of the most inconvenient thing in this era. She couldn't understand the hiragana written all over the street. In the era she lived in, this kind of writing was only learned by low-class merchants and landlords. Her kind of

The daughters of national daimyo studied Chinese studies, Buddhism, etc., and established relationships between the two families in order to marry the descendants of the allied daimyo in the future.

If you have a kind heart and a bottom line, I'll choose you.

Pushing open the door of the school library, the student who serves as the administrator is already in the classroom. The room is empty. In front of the window that was forgotten to close, the white gauze curtain is raised in the wind, and the sun shines on the yellowed wooden floor. The atmosphere

desolate.

"I'm back."

"What's he going out for?"

Fujii also knows some history of the Warring States Period. The Mino Kingdom, which was annexed by Oda Nobunaga, has long since disappeared with the times. What is important now is her ability.

"So, I decided to improve myself and applied for the entrance examination to the Birmingham Conservatory of Music in the UK in August. Unexpectedly, the demo I recorded passed the preliminary examination. Now I should be on the plane and go to Britain for the on-site re-examination."

"What is taught in school? Chinese studies or abacus? Or astronomy and stargazing?"

Class monitor Chika Akiyama stood up to remind him, but Fujii, who had always followed the rules, rarely ignored him and ran to the school library.

After pronouncing the Buddha's name, Huiyuan remained unmoved. Yuki Tomoyo shook his head, lit up the fire and started a pot. There was water from a well in front of the ruined temple. He washed away the gravel between the bran rice and cooked a pot of simple rice porridge.

From the plane, the city of Tokyo has disappeared before our eyes. Azusa Hase in front of the porthole is still looking at it dreamily, motionless.

Huiyuan clapped his hands, and the paper girl in the room actually started to dance. The cold air in the ruined temple suddenly rose, and the atmosphere became weird.

At this point, the Yuki family has been enjoying wealth and honor for hundreds of years without interruption.

——

"This is the remote control of the TV. These two buttons are used to change the channel, and this long button is used to increase or decrease the volume."

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

Yuki Yudai has a good character. Although he did not agree to Huiyuan's unreasonable request, he still generously took out his own bag of rations and shared it.

Shigure curiously asked Uncle Tenkai, Fujii Shu was not a royal family member or a samurai and needed to go to the office to work. He went to school on time every day, which made her doubtful.

It's not that he didn't know about Azusa Hase's affection for him, but he kept pretending not to know. The other choice was Miss Rin Kamiya. He didn't want to hurt anyone's heart, so he refused to get closer to each other.

"Amitabha, what monks eat all the time is polished rice. You can't get used to eating bran rice."

"Fujii Shuki, I really can't explain this to you in person, so I have to tell you in this timid way."

Fujii rummaged through the bookshelves for a long time before finding this unpopular book in an inconspicuous corner. The cover is almost like new. Unlike popular shounen comics and danmei romance novels, few students would read it.

Read this kind of book.

After eating, Huiyuan changed his mind and took out a square box from his luggage with a black cover. It looked like it was not a simple utensil. Those bandits and robbers only knew gold, silver and jewelry, but they missed the real good things.

Riding all the way home, he picked up three banknotes and a lottery ticket. The total denomination of the banknotes was 10,000 yen, and the draw date of the lottery was tonight. If you bet on a number ten times, if you win the jackpot,

, basically considered to be the freedom of wealth.

This is?

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

Yuki Yudai tapped the empty bowl with his bamboo chopsticks, shouted mockingly, and then deliberately asked Huiyuan, who was alone.

On Monday morning, Fujii Shu came down from upstairs and passed Uncle Amami who was teaching Shigure to watch the 55-inch large-screen LCD TV in the living room. After breakfast, he picked up his schoolbag and went out to school.

Fujii stopped the car and took out the slippery banknote, which had the image of Fukuzawa Yukichi, an educator from the island country, printed on it, with a denomination of 10,000 yen.

"Fujii-san! Class is about to begin."

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

When Fujii came to school, he found an extra library card in the drawer.

Seeing Yuki Yudai nod in agreement after thinking about it, Huiyuan picked up half a bag of polished rice. Before he finished speaking, the person disappeared into thin air.

"Yes, yes, and good."

Are these of any use? Meinong Country has long since ceased to exist.

Reminiscing about Lost Time? Isn’t this the book that Azusa Hase’s favorite book is?

Uncle Amami, who was also a graduate of Tokyo Institute of Technology, explained it carefully. He turned on the TV and turned to a Japanese drama "Samurai High School" in which ancient samurai souls travel to modern times. He hoped that through this drama, Shigure could roughly understand her.

current situation.

He picked up the remote control on the coffee table and turned to the lottery channel regardless of Shigure's opinion.

Until the end of the first class, Hase Azusa's figure still did not appear. At first, he thought he had asked for leave, but when he recalled his farewell last Friday, he rushed out with his library card.

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

"There is a Zashiki boy living in this house. As long as you take it home and worship it, you will be able to attract wealth. I want to trade it with you for polished rice."

Uncle Amami stood proudly behind him. After only half a day of teaching, Shigure was able to basically use all the electrical appliances in the house. Often, she could remember and reproduce it perfectly after only being taught once.

He unclenched his fist and stuffed the book "Reminiscences of Lost Time" under his clothes. Always following the rules, he made a willful mistake and stole this novel that Azusa Hase had often read.

The school bell rang in the corridor, and the boy ran in the sunny corridor.

There's no hope.

Under the widely raised white gauze curtain, a sigh was heard. Fujii turned over the letter and found a sketch on the back. It could be seen that his painting skills were immature. It was the profile of a young man, and his appearance was very similar to him.

After the airport's boarding reminder was announced twice, Hase Azusa and her father Yuki Hase, who accompanied her, bid farewell to their tearful mother Makiko and walked into the boarding lane.

"This is the family crest of the Saito family, a lord of Mino Province during the Warring States Period. It is the same as the one on her clothes. In addition, not many people can afford such an expensive kimono. I infer that she must have been a direct descendant of the Saito family during her lifetime."

Huiyuan came forward as if he couldn't bear the hunger, asked for a bowl of cooked rice porridge, and sat in front of the pot to eat, without showing any trace of the arrogance he had just shown.

"Tsukiyo-tou is still so ugly!"

Unexpectedly, Shigure's focus was entirely on the samurai's appearance in the play, and he complained about it.

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

"This is the money I picked up on the way home from school. Isn't it outrageous?"

Turn to the middle, and there is a letter sandwiched between the pages of the book. Open it slowly and carefully. The beautiful handwriting is written by Azusa Hase.

When school was over, I was riding a bicycle alone through familiar streets. Last year, Suhara left the group. But today, Azusa Hase, who always lowers his head, has disappeared. He is the only one left on the road, wandering.

Purpose riding.

He did not expect that the fortune brought by Shigure, a Zashiki boy, would be promised to him in an unexpected and direct manner.

The plane began to rise. Azusa Hase, who was sitting in front of the porthole, gazed at the land under her eyes with nostalgia, as well as the people and things worth remembering. Will her leaving without saying goodbye make the usually calm Fujii-san shed a few tears?

The paper house has a unique shape. In the front yard and back room, a girl in kimono sits quietly in the house. I don’t know what kind of ingenuity it took to create such a strange thing.

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

"Shu, her learning ability is quite fast, and look at this."

"Rice, rice, rice! If a person doesn't eat for three days, he won't even have the strength to walk. Don't you think so?"

When he was washing rice, he had prepared it for two people in advance. This monk was not like those evil monks in the big temple who usurped farmers' land and bullied men and women. He was a true monk who traveled ascetically and did the good deeds he could.

, so what’s the harm.

"Mandarin has a small part of Sinology. The abacus has been modified into numbers. How about astronomy? It can be regarded as a geography subject. In addition to these, there are also English, history and other subjects. Modern people know more than the nobles of the Warring States Period."

Just when he was so sad, a banknote floated from the wind and covered his eyes.

Pushing the door into the entrance hall to change his shoes, he yelled as usual. Although he had learned a lot along the way, he was still in a terrible mood. He put on the slippers for indoor use. In the living room, Shigure was sitting on the sofa, watching TV quietly.

Variety shows and exaggerated performances by comedians could not keep her calm and indifferent expression.

"However, good fortune and misfortune depend on it. People who get wealth often do not live to be sixty years old, and their souls will be devoured after death. This is the price."

He didn't hide the side effects irresponsibly like the smiling salesman. Yuki Yuyo didn't take it seriously. It's not bad to live over fifty in this era. As for what happens after death, life is not easy, so why should he care about it?

What about after death?

"The contract will last for five hundred years to ensure your family's prosperity and wealth. I will come and get it when the time comes."

Huiyuan was not lying when he said this. Although with his method, it would be useless for hundreds of robbers to come together, he did not take action at that time and made Shi Yuji, who could not be seen by ordinary people, endure it, resulting in the loss of several taels.

Broken silver, a piece of property worth a small amount of gold.

Fujii, you are really an asshole.

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

Fujii is convinced. Next time there is a lottery ticket on the ground, he will not touch it.

"Can you give it back to me?"

Shigure made a cold voice, waking him up, and calmly gave up the control of the remote control. After seeing her ability, Fujii's attitude became much better.

(End of chapter)