Konoha: Rebooting Life of a Medical Ninja

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After trekking for half a day, the three of them had already entered the range of Craftsman Ninja Village.

The environment of this ninja village can make the environmental protection girl scream at a glance: how dare you!

All the trees around the entire village with a radius of several thousand meters have been cut down, and there are circles of tree stumps everywhere. The trees that have grown for hundreds of years have not been made into coffin boards or toilet seats, but are all chopped down into timber. Successive loggers either drove the donkey carts or carried the logs back to the village in baskets.

There are also countless chimneys in the sky above the village. It is not the smoke from rural cooking, but the black smoke from incomplete combustion of coal, which makes the whole village into a gray area.

A bit like London in the last century.

Although it is Ninja Village, it is completely open, and there is no such thing as interrogation. Yi Zhicheng and Fei Ji passed the gate of the village with ease.

I thought that with Fei Ji's enthusiastic character and cute appearance, she should be a popular girl in this village, but I didn't expect that people around her would avoid her, as if they would be cursed if they passed by her.

Passing by the entrance of the village, he stopped in front of the merchant who was in charge of purchasing wood. He still wore the forehead of the craftsman Ninja Village on his forehead. He kicked the wood on the scale, and squinted at the wood-carrying man in front of him who couldn't straighten his waist: "There is too much moisture in the wood, so it can only be inferior firewood. This basket is 300 taels."

"My lord... This is new firewood, but it can be used after two days of drying. 300 taels is really a little small..." The firewood bearer was a little embarrassed.

300 taels is not enough to feed his family.

"Sell it or not, or carry it away, we will collect the last 10 boxes today." Carpenter endured the purchaser's disdainful glance at the woodcutter.

Before the firewood-carrying man could stop hesitating, the people behind were crowded together.

"I sell... I sell!! My lord accepts me!"

"Mine! I only want 250 taels!"

"Me! Me! I'm 200 taels!"

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Fei Ji clenched her fists.

"Didn't you say that after the establishment of the Chamber of Commerce in the village, everyone's life has improved?" Yi Zhicheng asked.

"That's right at the beginning... Everyone was willing to hand over the goods to the chamber of commerce to sell them, in exchange for more food, and built beautiful houses, but after the war broke out, the goods we shipped out cost more than ten times. Being robbed eight times, the road to wealth has become a road to death, and the Chamber of Commerce has to hire more ninja escorts, but the cost of hiring is expensive, coupled with rising prices, the profit has become very low..." Fei Ji's mood Downcast eyes.

"Oh, is that why you plan to invent the airplane? It's a good idea to deliver the goods directly and avoid the robbers on the way." Yi Zhicheng nodded.

I didn't say a word, because I was afraid that the plane would be hijacked by others.

"That's right! Asuka Maru has already successfully flown 50 kilometers. As long as I make some improvements, I will definitely succeed this time!" Fei Ji clenched her fists with high spirits.

"Is there a place to eat?" Yi Zhicheng wanted to have a good meal after sleeping in the open for so long.

"Well... I'll take you there." Fei Ji hesitated, but nodded.

The two walked on the streets of Jiang Ninja Village. Most of the shops here were blacksmith workshops. Even though it was approaching dusk, rows of strong men were still sweating profusely by the stove, making ninja tools such as swords and kunai.

"Because of the war, many ninja villages have ordered a lot of ninja tools from us, and they must be delivered to the designated place on time." Fei Ji took the initiative to explain.

"Heh... arms dealers are talents for your sake." Yi Zhicheng smiled.

Looking at it from the perspective of his medical ninja, these craftsmen's bodies seem to be strong, but they are actually exhausted. People with sufficient energy and blood should have rosy complexions, but all of them have vain complexions, and their foreheads are full of sweat. The exhaustion of physical strength over time led to a depletion of Qi and blood.

"What are you talking about...you wait here, I'll go buy something to eat." Fei Ji stopped at the door of a restaurant, but let Yi Zhicheng go in by herself.

Yi Zhicheng simply stood in front of the blacksmith's shop opposite the restaurant and quietly watched the uncle blacksmith inside forging iron.

Probably a family of three, the father wields a sledgehammer, the older adult son wields a smaller hammer, and only the youngest son in his teens is in charge of blowing wind.

Even the name of the store is: a man.

"Young man, I'm sorry... all the swords here are reserved. If you want to make swords, you can only find another place." The blacksmith uncle smiled with difficulty.

"It's okay, let me take a look." Yi Zhicheng just replied lightly.

Now that he has arrived at Ninja Village, Monzaemon will not kill indiscriminately if he wants to come. Ninja Villages that have survived in the Ninja World generally have some unique methods of their own. The current Monzaemon will not take the risk of challenging a village.

Otherwise, he wouldn't mind teaming up with Craftsman Ninja Village to besiege the old fox.

"Hey, look, the swords made by our family of men are the best in Takumi Ninja Village! Each one has been beaten repeatedly 200 times, and a missed hammer will never let us down on our manly name!" Uncle Blacksmith swung his hammer boasted proudly.

"Well, I can tell." Yi Zhicheng nodded slightly.

"Hmph, what's the use of that? If you can't even pay off the loan for materials, it's better to enter the factory of the Chamber of Commerce, at least the family can eat normal food." The eldest son snorted quite dissatisfied.

"Bastard! Listen to yourself, what a conscientious craftsman should say? Can the assembly line products of the Chamber of Commerce factory be called ninja tools? Weapons that have not been sharpened by ingenuity are just iron that has been polished into the shape of a knife. It's just a piece!!" The blacksmith yelled at his eldest son.

"Hmph... I've been working hard all day long, and I'm so tired that I'm dying. The weapons I made won't be enough to feed the whole family..." The eldest son still whispered back.

"Bastard..." The uncle blacksmith rolled up his sleeves and was about to teach his elder son a lesson.

Instead, Yi Zhicheng interjected: "Even if the prices are high, it won't make you feel hungry, right?"

Even if a high-quality long knife is made in Wochao Village, it will cost about 20,000 to 30,000 taels, so it may not even be able to afford food.

"Hehe...I made you laugh. Listen to this kid's nonsense. Of course we can afford to eat. We craftsmen sell strength. How can we have the strength to strike iron if we don't eat enough?" The uncle blacksmith remembered a customer, embarrassed smiled.

"Hmph, it's all this stubborn old man who insisted on setting the quality of swords so high. Out of five swords produced, only two could meet the requirements, and the others had to be discarded." The eldest son looked away dissatisfied.

Yi Zhicheng also noticed some brand new swords scattered in the sword bucket in the corner, and a test knife covered with jagged teeth marks. The newly released swords can only be chopped without leaving any traces on the test knife. Traces are the pass.

"My child... the only thing we craftsmen can do is to let the person who holds the sword we forged have the confidence not to be afraid of cutting everything, and to be able to swing the sword without any worries. This is our ingenuity. !” The blacksmith uncle patted the elder son on the shoulder.

The eldest son turned his head away, he didn't like this rhetoric very much, in his opinion, any ingenuity is not as important as making his family's life better.

At this time, a middle-aged woman also came to the door of the blacksmith shop with a basket, followed by a little girl who was only six or seven years old, and looked at the family of three men cheerfully:

"Let's rest for a while, be hungry, and eat."

"Eat!" The youngest son immediately threw away the blower barrel and ran to the table excitedly.

Dinner is very simple, three rice bowls bigger than the face, stuffed with white rice firmly, nine slices of fat and thin slices of crystal clear smoked pork, three slices per person, very fair, and a pot of mixed vegetables.

It can't be said to be simple, and it has nothing to do with abundance, but looking at the girl behind the woman staring at the meat and swallowing her saliva, it should be that the woman left all the high-energy food for the male at home.

The younger son was already devouring the sliced ​​meat and buried his head in the bowl.

The eldest son was eating sullenly.

The uncle had already forgotten the quarrel just now, and took a piece of smoked pork slices to the eldest son: "Eat more, how can a craftsman make a good knife if he doesn't have the strength!"

The eldest son silently picked up a piece of bacon, UU reading www. uukanshu.com handed it to his sister.

"Thank you brother!" The younger sister immediately wanted to stuff it into her mouth happily, but the woman snatched it away and returned it to the eldest son.

"We've already eaten at home, why would a girl eat so much meat at home! Father and elder brother have enough to eat before they can work hard!" the woman scolded.

The younger sister could only lower her head aggrievedly and fiddle with the corners of her skirt.

The eldest son clenched his chopsticks tightly, slapped the table hard, turned around and ran away.

"You brat! Come back to me!" The blacksmith uncle yelled angrily, then shook his head helplessly.

Seeing this scene in Yi Zhicheng's eyes, he shook his head: "Is it a natural disaster? Is it a man-made disaster?"

Another glance at the hammers and machetes crossed on the blacksmith's tool table.

"neither."

"In fact, I smell capitalists here."