Chapter 111 People Who Are About to Starve to Death Are No Different From Livestock (Asking for Monthly Tickets!!)

In the Hidden Rain Village, which was shrouded in rain, stood several towering towers.

On the top of the tallest tower, a scarred Rain Ninja came here.

Looking at the silent iron door in front of him, the scarred Rain Ninja still had anger on his face, and he stretched out his hand and knocked heavily on the iron door.

Dongdong! Dong!

"Yitaka?"

After a while, he heard an old voice from inside the door, asking himself: "Come in."

The scarred man called "Yitaka" was stunned, and he pushed the iron door open with a light push.

Click.

After pushing the door, Yitaka looked up and saw a figure in front of the window.

The turbulent rain flowed down the window, leaving a winding and branching trace.

The slight dripping sound was endless, and the dead leaves were blown onto the window by the strong wind, soaking the glass like paper, and the leaf veins were slightly protruding like human blood vessels.

"Ha~"

The old man standing in front of the window retracted his gaze, exhaled a breath of white air into his hands to warm himself, and whispered: "Sure enough, in this kind of weather, you should eat hot pot to warm yourself up."

After that, he walked to the living room without any decorative furniture and sat next to the square kotatsu.

Then he waved to the scarred Yu Ren in front of the door and said jokingly: "Why are you standing there stupidly? Close the door quickly, my old bones can't stand the cold."

Hearing this, Yilong suddenly came back to his senses, felt the faint coolness, and couldn't help but tighten his clothes, closed the door and walked in.

Click.

After closing the door, the dampness outside seemed to be isolated.

Yitong walked to the kotatsu with a stinky face, and immediately felt a gentle warmth, and the anger in his heart inexplicably calmed down a lot.

"This thing is not common in the Land of Rain."

The old man lowered his head to fiddle with the kotatsu, lowered his eyelids and smiled kindly: "The daimyo brought two sets and left one for me."

There was a small grill on the kotatsu table, with a sukiyaki pot on it, and the broth was boiling.

Yitaka stood there without saying a word, just staring silently.

Staring at the old man throwing the cross-shaped mushrooms and square-cut meat into the pot, and the pink and fresh vegetables were also thrown into the soup, where the colors were very fresh.

But Yoshitaka felt that the green was extremely dazzling, and the fire in his heart burned again.

"Lord Musashi!"

He subconsciously clenched his fists and asked in a deep voice: "The relief food we bought with our money was exchanged by those damn merchants and nobles for bran and brown rice for livestock. Did you know about this?"

Bran refers to the husks removed from rice grains, such as husks, bran and other useless discards.

Brown rice is rice grains that have been stripped of their husks but still retain their cortex and embryo, but the rice they want to buy is a product that has been stripped of all the husks and skins of rice grains!

"...So it's because of this." The old man called "Musashi" put down the cup in his hand and whispered, "If this is the case, then I know."

"Know? Do you know that they are passing off inferior products as good ones?"

Hearing this, looking at the leader of the Hidden Rain Village in front of him, the old man he once admired very much, Yoshitaka's anger rose and he asked: "Then why did you sit back and do nothing? Those bastards should be hung up and beaten to death!"

"That guy Hanzo is still trying to win people's hearts and even paid for disaster relief food for the refugees. Now people outside are praising his wisdom! You, don't you care at all..."

Faced with the questioning of his right-hand man, Musashi took a sip of tea slowly and asked lightly: "Then do you know how much bran and brown rice can be exchanged for one pound of polished rice?"

Faced with the inexplicable question, Yoshitaka was subconsciously stunned for a moment, frowned and said: "Of course I know that the price of one pound of polished rice can buy three pounds of bran and brown rice."

At this point, he raised his eyebrows again, and said angrily: "But even if it is bran and brown rice, they have greedily taken one-third! Moreover, that stuff is for animals to eat, not for people to eat at all! You..."

"Hey, don't be so angry." Before Yoshitaka finished speaking, Musashi suddenly patted the table, interrupted his next words, and smiled, "Come on, come on, eat together, warm up your body."

Yitaka, who was interrupted, choked and his brows were almost twisted into a ball.

But looking at the old man's clear eyes, he still suppressed his anger and sat down.

"Yoshitaka." Musashi took a few pieces of meat from the hot pot and handed them to Yoshitaka's bowl while whispering, "Have you ever seen someone die from eating dirt?"

Yoshitaka, who was holding a bowl in his hand and wanted to greet him, froze in the air after hearing this, and blurted out: "What?"

Eating dirt, dying from bloating?

"Look, you haven't seen it, you haven't even seen the bark of trees being eaten away, you think the civilians are miserable enough now."

Musashi said to himself: "I have lived from the end of the Warring States period to now by chance. When I was young, I fought with samurai from all over the world with a sword. From the age of thirteen to sixty, I fought more than a hundred times without defeat."

"But because of this, I know that the victims who are about to starve to death are actually no longer considered human beings."

As soon as these words came out, Yoshitaka stood up with his eyes wide open, looking at the old man in disbelief.

It is obvious that the Hidden Rain Village has been able to get to where it is today because of the leadership of this old man!

So when other companions all leaned towards Hanzo, he chose to continue to stay with Master Musashi.

But he never expected that such words would come out of Master Musashi's mouth.

"Shocked?"

Musashi just smiled and shook his head, sighing: "Because, you have never seen what people who are about to starve to death look like, and you have never seen the miserable reality after the outbreak of war. After all, you are just a ninja who does not do anything productive."

"What dignity, what decency, what animals eat, what people eat, those things are things that can only be considered after eating!"

"When people are hungry to a certain extent, they will not consider what to eat, let alone whether it tastes good, or even whether they can eat it."

"As long as they can survive, let alone bran and coarse rice, grass roots, tree bark, and soil, they can eat it! "

Musashi looked up at Yoshitaka with a deep gaze, "They will even exchange their children, and then..."

Here, he suddenly paused, looked at Yoshitaka's pale face, shook his head and smiled bitterly, "One pound of refined rice, exchanged for three pounds of bran and brown rice, is equivalent to the money that could save one person, now it can save three people."

"Although they have no nutrition and are even difficult to digest, they can fill the stomach and allow more people to live a few more days."

"Tell me, did I make a mistake in this deal?"

For a moment, Yoshitaka fell into a long silence, his mind had become a mess.

He could only open his mouth unconsciously and stammered in a weak rebuttal: "This... the relief money is not enough, why don't we ask the daimyo for more..."

"Moreover, most of the relief money, which was not much, went into the pockets of those merchants..."

Hearing this, as if he remembered something, a trace of sadness flashed in Musashi's eyes, and he smiled sarcastically: "More money? Where does the money come from? The granary has long been an empty shell! Where does the grain come from? Do we continue to collect taxes?!"

"As for those profit-seeking people, If we don't feed them, how can they sell us food? At least, they only took one-third, and the remaining two-thirds can still save one more person! "

"If there were no bastard merchants in your mouth, and no bran and coarse rice for livestock in your mouth, what you saw outside the city would not be skinny refugees, but a pile of gnawed bones!"

The only thing that Musashi regretted most at this moment was that he didn't come up with a way to grow food earlier, and didn't try to get rid of his dependence on big countries earlier.

Hearing the old man's increasingly deep voice, Yoshitaka staggered back a few steps with a pale face, his mind was blank, shaking his head and muttering: "How, how could this happen, it turned out to be like this..."

"Then, the reason why you have never resisted Sand Village is also because..."

Musashi slowly lowered his head, picked up a piece of meat from the pot, and whispered: "Do you think I want to watch coldly? Do you think I want to be a turtle?"

"I am Musashi, the former sword saint Musashi, which of those old guys in the Iron Country has not been defeated by me? Even though I am old, I can still swing a sword."

"But , Rebellion? Revenge? Four words, two words, how serious will the consequences be? "

"Hanzo is still young, he can be arrogant and ambitious, but I can't. I am now the leader of the Hidden Rain Village, carrying the lives of thousands of people on my shoulders. I can't gamble, and I can't win the bet."

"Once the scale of the war continues to expand, it will no longer be just a passage like now. The Rain Country will become a victim of the big countries and will become their joint target."

"'Revenge' is a luxury we can't afford now!"

Now the Rain Country has no way out except to survive.

You can only survive until the end of the war, and then find a way to slowly work it out.

But even if you want to survive, the premise is that the big countries ignore it. Otherwise, once you are targeted, you won't even be able to survive...

Bang!!

Just when the two were distracted, the iron gate was suddenly pushed open.

"No, it's bad, Lord Musashi!"

A Rain Ninja rushed in and shouted in horror: "Sand Village! Sand Village is looting again..."

Here, he hurriedly shook his head and said in fear: "No, this time it's a massacre! Two villages, hundreds of people, all slaughtered by them!!"

"Hanzo, Hanzo received the news, take people over as soon as possible to intercept the Sand Village troops!"

Musashi listened to all the news very calmly, looked at the vegetables and meat rising and falling in the boiling hot pot, and whispered: "This day has finally come."

Destiny will always catch up with our slowing pace until we achieve the future it has chosen for us.