In short, no matter whether I touch the electric door or jump into the building, I just traveled through time. Because I was mentally prepared, I was not surprised when I came to this roof thatched, mixed wood on the floor, setting a fire pit in the middle, and a pure natural wild house.

When I was happy to think about whether to join Takeda Shingen or Oda Nobunaga, the writer myself began to read through the property of my original owner, Xiaoheita, and began to sort out the memory of the original owner. Xiaoheita is just an ordinary farmer, nineteen years old this year, his father died in a war four years ago, and his mother was arrested without knowing where to go.

This is really a background, tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk, it's so terrible. Isn't this a play? No matter how bad the clothes are, they are either able to be literary or martial, or even cultivate both civil and military. The European emperors directly wore Ashikaga, and the Kanmu Hei clan's legitimate family, and they were also wearing a rich man with a piece of land again. Why did I have this kind of background?

Xiaopingta himself is not a self-cultivated farmer, and rents the land where the village chief is currently called the village chief. (It is just a poor man who has been counted for three generations) This village has no name, but it is said that in the castle in the distance, this village is named Hebian Village. There are more than fifty paddy fields and more than one hundred dry land in the village.

There are only eleven households in total, two of which are charcoal burners at the foot of the mountain, and the remaining eight households rely on renting these 200 lands to live. If you ask me who is another household, of course the village chief.

The village chief or the landlord of this river beach is actually not a samurai. Although he is a man with the word "Miao" and is called "Saemon," it is said that he was a servant of the high-ranking official family in Kyoto. Later, Yingren civilized and civilized came to the rare flat ground in this small valley and opened more than a dozen paddy fields. Three generations of people came to accumulate such a little family business.

Because the village chief is a rich peasant named in Daming's military account, the army in the city calls him Saemon Kawabian Village every time he calls him Saemon Kawabian Village, so over time he becomes Saemon Kawabian Village.

Xiaoping rolled his eyes. I went through time to calm down the troubled times and became the best official in the world. How could I live in such a valley? I took all the property I found: dozens of kilograms of tares and buckwheat, a roll of green ramie, a hat, and two guns worth more than 500 cents. The 200 cents under the floor were also hidden separately in spare straw sandals and cloth rolls.

Don’t ask why the family didn’t even have rice when they were harvested in the autumn. All the things were paid for the tribute and land rent back then. Even if there was a little left, they would be replaced with miscellaneous grains to store for the winter. As for farmers in the Warring States Period, they basically couldn’t eat the rice they grew several times in their lives. As for eating rice every day, they wouldn’t dare to think about it. Even if they had enough, they would be a kindness to God.

Xiaopingta saw that it was not convenient to run away outside because it was bright and it was not convenient to run away, so he thought to go out and check out the spot first. After all, during the Warring States Period, the punishment for farmers to escape from the land was a bit strict, so it would be better to be more stable.

After leaving the house and looking around, it was a pastoral scenery. The water in the newly harvested rice fields had been drained. After the ground was dried, the rice rhizomes were processed and winter wheat was planted.

At this time, a wild boy-like man ran into the only house in the village with a wall, carrying a fish in his hand. Xiaopingta knew that it was the daughter of the village chief's family. The village chief was thirty-five this year and only had this fifteen-year-old daughter. Neither his wife nor his wife's family gave birth to a son for him. Xiaopingta actually felt a little throbbing in his heart. Sure enough, the original owner, the long-term worker, was still thinking about the little cabbage in the boss's family and tried to purse. Xiaopingta smiled faintly. As a time traveler, wouldn't it be useless to not marry Oda City, so he threw away this idea.

Just as he was about to stagger and explore the road, a walking warrior with a flag on his back ran in from the river at the entrance of the village where he was looking. Xiaoping slapped his forehead: It’s not good to finish, and the war will definitely be ruined after the autumn harvest! Do you have to die before you can win the army?

Sure enough, the warrior came to the village chief's door and shouted loudly: "When the village of Kawabian Village, Yamai Township, Uchida-gun, the riverside Zuoemon received 52 stakes and 300 stakes. Now, the money for the building was exempted from being a public service, and the tribute was exempted from being a tribute of two cents a year. Within three days, one rider was a horse, two people were led by a bow, one person held by a small flag, one person carried by a lotus, and two men went to Fanshan Nai Mansion Zhongcheng to serve the public."

After taking away the village chief's two rice balls, the walking warrior immediately ran to the next village. The village chief was already very dull at this time and began to go out to call people. He happened to see Xiaopingta standing on the ridge of the field. Seeing Xiaopingta's figure who was 19 years old, a little hunchbacked, and a mere 1.4 meters tall, he looked shorter. His face was dark and dry, his hair was tied to a straw rope, wearing a pair of tattered straw sandals, and his mouth full of rotten teeth was dazed.
Chapter completed!