I subvert Hokage with Onmyoji

Chapter 58
The name of the old man waving the cattail fan is Nishi Xiongsuke, and he is the current head of Taijie Village.

Judging from the conversation with Xiongsuke, the Taijie Village in the fantasy world was 35 years ago in the real world. At this time, Taijie Village was still a peaceful and harmonious village.

Speaking of which, it seems that there is no village chief in Taijie Village in the real world?In other words, Miyoshi Yuta and others have a relatively high right to speak.

"Come here, here, here." The old village chief Xiongsuke led Yuan Youzhi through the main house, the backyard, and a side room at the back with ease.

Hey, wait, why do you, an old village head, know so well the structure of the old mother-in-law's house who lives in the opposite door?

Yuan Youzhi lowered his head, followed behind Nishi Kumasuke with a black face, and the thoughts in his mind couldn't help but swayed more and more towards certain possible directions.

"It's here." Nishi Kumasuke stopped in front of the door of the side room.

The door of the side room was closed tightly, presumably the mother-in-law of the second generation did not often open the door on weekdays.

Yuan Youzhi thought that he forgot to ask his mother-in-law for the key, and was about to turn around when he saw...

Nishi Kumasuke stuck the cattail fan in his trousers, leaned on the door frame and reached out to find the door key from a hidden corner of the window!

Hey, hey, how do you know where the key is?

That gesture of opening the door, that just enough distance for the key...

The action is too skilled!
What the hell!
"It's open." Nishi Kumasuke pushed open the door, picked up the fan again and fanned into the room, signaling Yuan Youzhi to come in.

Yuan Youzhi looked at him, tried his best to resist the urge to complain, and said with a low smile: "When I saw the old village chief, he cared about the lives of the neighbors..."

"Hehe, that is, although the village chief is not big, we have to do a good job, right?" Xiongjie laughed happily, and stretched out his hand to scratch his itchy scalp with the palm handle.

The old man then pointed to the room with the handle of a cattail fan and introduced to Yuan Youzhi: "Let's live here. The room is well lit. This is the table, and that is the bed. Although this bed is a bit small, it is very comfortable."

Yuan Youzhi: "???"

"Ahem..." Nishi Kumasuke seemed to have finally realized something, coughed twice and said, "Well, I have nothing to do, I'll go first, and the old generation will call you when it's time for dinner."

"Thank you, old village chief." Yuan Youzhi didn't point it out, and bowed slightly to salute the old man.

After seeing Xiongsuke off, Yuan Youzhi walked out of the door, walked to the well in the backyard, and looked down into it.

The well is deep, the well water is slightly rippling, and there are some water-taking utensils next to the well mouth.

Yuan Youzhi's face was reflected in the deep well water, and his expression could not be seen clearly.

"Ah Yuan, are you thirsty? The well water is unhygienic, and there is cold boiled water in the kitchen." Behind her came the voice of a mother-in-law speaking slowly, like an old and kind grandmother talking to her grandson.

Yuan Youzhi turned around and saw the old man was standing leaning on the door frame of the back door of the main house at some point, looking at him with squinted eyes, holding a ball of thread that hadn't been threaded into the silver needle in his left hand.

She even remembered her name.

Yuan Youzhi walked up to the old man, and said softly, "Thank you mother-in-law, I'm not thirsty."

Then he took the needle and thread from the old man, held the needle in one hand, twisted the thread with the other, gently passed the end of the thread through the silver needle, and placed it on the old man's wrinkled hands again.

This village is fine, what changed it?
……

After Yuan Youzhi moved into the village, the time flow of this illusion began to become normal. It seemed that Yuan Youzhi's stay triggered the start of the process of the illusion.

In the middle of the night, Yuan Youzhi was awakened by a commotion.

Yuan Youzhi turned over and got up, walked out of the side room, and happened to meet the old mother-in-law who also came out of the main room with her clothes on.

Yuan Youzhi stepped forward, helped the old man push the door and walked out together.

At the entrance of the village, the old village head Nishi Xiongjie led a group of villagers around the gate. A group of ragged people came outside the village. They were yellow and muscular, skinny, and some of them couldn't even stand upright, and collapsed in front of the village. .

Yuan Youzhi and the old mother-in-law approached, and the voices of discussions from the surrounding villagers came over.

"I heard that there was a famine in their place, and the whole village had to drag their families out to beg. All the way to our place, there were more than 200 families, but now there are only a few dozen people left! Half of them are children and women! "

"So miserable?"

"It's too miserable!"

"How about we share some food with them? Or just let them stay first?"

"You can't live here. There are dozens of them. We can help them for a while, but we can't help them forever!"

"The village head is discussing this matter with the leaders of them. He said that they can stay in the village for a few days, and then go forward after a few days of rest. The city of Naima is not far ahead. There are always people living in big cities. Chance!"

"Yes, I went to Naima City two days ago. The city is going to have a big development soon. They will definitely have a chance when they go in a few days."

"..."

Yuan Youzhi frowned slightly as he listened to the villagers' discussions. At this moment, he saw a little boy running out from the house of the village head Xiongjie. Kicking a pair of slippers under his feet, he slipped through the crowd, and finally ran to Nishi Kumasuke.

Nishi Kumasuke hugged the little boy above his head with a look of doting, while continuing to communicate with the refugees.

"Oh, it's Xiao Guangxin, the boy grows more and more likable..." The mother-in-law said, looking at the little boy.

Yuan Youzhi looked at the little boy again, remembering his name in his heart.

At this time, the exchange between Nishikumasuke and the refugees seemed to be over.

Xiongsuke waved his hand, and a few young villagers behind him stepped forward to open the wooden fence at the entrance of the village, and welcomed the refugees in.

At that moment, many villagers returned to their homes to take out some stored food and gave it to the refugees.

The refugees wept with joy, knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the villagers of Xixiongjie and Taijie Village, and then tremblingly took the food from the villagers of Taijie Village.

Some people handed the food to their children as soon as they got it, and some delivered the food to their elderly parents.

Slowly, someone cried out.

Then there was a cry.

The villagers of Taijie Village looked at the scene in front of them, and their eyes were a little red.

"I'm getting old, I don't want to see these things..." The old mother-in-law handed the remaining steamed buns to Yuan Youzhi's hand and said, "Ah Yuan, please share these steamed buns with them for me."

"Okay, mother-in-law."

Yuan Youzhi took the steamed buns, and watched the new mother-in-law walk back to the house tremblingly wiping the corners of her eyes.

Yuan Youzhi turned around and walked towards the refugee group with the steamed buns in his hands.

Two children rushed out of the refugee group and ran in front of him. One was short and thin, and the other was a little taller and stronger.

The two children stood in front of Yuan Youzhi, a little embarrassed to speak, they could only swallow their saliva frantically while licking their chapped lips.

Finally, the short and skinny boy couldn't bear it anymore, and said to Yuan Youzhi tremblingly: "Brother, brother, can you... I, I haven't eaten for three days, I'm so hungry..."

"Me, me too." Seeing his partner open his mouth, the tall and strong boy hurriedly added.

Yuan Youzhi smiled slightly, temporarily put aside his vigilance, and handed the steamed buns to their hands.

The boys' eyes lit up, and they devoured it immediately.

"What's your name?" Yuan Youzhi was afraid that the boys would choke, so he fetched two glasses of water and asked casually.

The short and thin boy stretched his neck and swallowed the bland steamed buns, and said, "My name is Sanji."

"I, my name is Yuta!" another boy said.

Yuan Youzhi almost couldn't hold the teacup in his hand, and water spilled on his hand.

(End of this chapter)