Chapter 1 1. Ordinary and Really Traveling Through Time
Anyway, whether you touch the switch or jump off a building, you will travel through time like this. Because I was prepared, I was not surprised when I came to this natural wild house with thatched roof, mixed wood floor, and a fire pit in the middle.
When I was thinking happily whether to join Takeda Shingen or Oda Nobunaga, I, the writer, began to look through the property of my original owner, Kobayata, and began to sort out the memories of the original owner in my mind. Kobayata is just an ordinary farmer, 19 years old this year. His father died in a war four years ago, and his mother was also arrested and disappeared.
This origin is really, tut tut tut, too fucking pitfall. This is not a joke, no matter how bad people are dressed, they can either be literary or martial, or even both. European emperors directly wear a Ashikaga family, a direct lineage of the Kanmu Heishi clan, and then a local tyrant with a piece of land. Why do I have this kind of origin?
Kobayata himself is not a self-cultivating farmer, and rents the land of the village chief, who is temporarily called a village. (It's basically a poor family with three generations of poor people) This village has no name, but it is said that this village is named Kawabe Village in the castle in the distance. The whole village has more than 50 acres of paddy fields and more than 100 acres of dry land.
There are only 11 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 acres of land to make a living. You ask me who the other household is, of course it's the village chief.
The village chief or the landlord of this river beach is actually not a samurai, although he is a person with a surname, called Kawabe Zaemon. It is said that he used to be a servant of a high official in Kyoto. Later, during the Onin Civil War, he ran to this rare flat land in a small valley and opened more than ten acres of paddy fields. After three generations, he accumulated such a small family business.
Because the village chief was a rich peasant named on the military service account of the daimyo, the military magistrate in the city always called him Kawabe Village Zaemon when he called the roll, so over time he became Kawabe Zaemon.
Kobayata rolled his eyes. I came here to quell the chaos and become the most capable official in the world. How can I live in such a mountain valley? I took all the property I found: dozens of kilograms of barnyard grass and buckwheat, a roll of green ramie cloth, a battle hat and a two-room gun worth more than 500 coins. The 200 coins under the floor were also hidden separately in the spare straw sandals and cloth rolls.
Don't ask why there is no rice at home after the autumn harvest. That stuff has long been paid for the tribute and land rent of the year. Even if there is a little left, it is exchanged for miscellaneous grains to store for the winter. Farmers in the Warring States period basically can't eat the rice they grow a few times in their lives. As for eating rice every day, they dare not think about it. It is God's mercy to eat enough.
Xiao Pingtai saw that it was not convenient to run away when it was bright outside, so he thought about going out to check the place first. After all, the punishment for farmers escaping from the land during the Warring States period was a bit severe, so it was better to be safe.
After leaving the house, I looked around. What a pastoral scenery. The water in the rice fields that had just been harvested had been drained. They were preparing to process the rice rhizomes and plant winter wheat after the ground dried.
At this time, a wild boy ran into the only house with a courtyard wall in the village, holding a fish in his hand. Xiao Pingtai knew that it was the daughter of the village chief. The village chief was 35 years old this year and had only this 15-year-old daughter. Neither his wife nor his wife's family gave him a son. Xiao Pingtai actually had a little throbbing in his heart. Tsk tsk tsk, as expected, the original owner, the long-term worker, was still thinking about the cabbage in the owner's house and trying to get it. Xiao Pingtai smiled faintly. As a time traveler, if he didn't marry Oda City, wouldn't it be in vain? So he threw this idea away.
When he was about to walk around blindly to explore the way, a walking warrior with a flag on his back ran in from the riverside at the entrance of the village. Xiao Pingtai slapped his forehead: It's not good. There will be a mess after the autumn harvest! Is he going to die before he succeeds!
As expected, the warrior shouted loudly when he arrived at the village chief's door: "The 52 kan 300 mon received by Kawabe Saemon in Yamanouchi-go, Uchida County, is now exempted from the annual Dongbie fee, the general service, and the annual tribute of 2 cents. Within three days, one horseman, six long ropes, two bowmen, one small flag bearer, one porter, and two formation men will be sent to Yamanouchi Fuchu Castle to serve the public."
After taking the two rice balls from the village chief, the walking warrior immediately ran to the next village. The village chief had already started to call people out calmly at this time. He happened to see Xiao Pingtai standing on the ridge of the field. Seeing Xiao Pingtai's slightly hunched figure at the age of 19, his height of only 1.4 meters seemed even shorter. His face was dark and dry, his hair was tied with a straw rope, he wore a pair of tattered straw sandals, and he was in a daze with a mouth full of rotten teeth.
The village chief shook his head (how could my little Baicai have grown up with such a person), and asked Xiao Pingtai to go and call for help, while asking his family to carry out a basket of rice and start making rice balls. Soon, more than 20 men from the village ranging in age from 15 to 60 gathered together and prepared to draw lots to decide who would go into battle.