Naruto Konoha Rebellion

Chapter 44 Blame me for not reading back then

In the world of Naruto, any place called "city" is not a big place.

Like flower growers in ancient times, large places were usually called "city", such as Chang'an City, Suzhou City and so on.

At that time, the level of productivity was limited, and trade was relatively blocked. The concept of "market" was nothing more than what it literally expressed, and it was only a venue for traders and ghosts to gather and sell goods for trade.

Later, the Tang Dynasty implemented the Fangshi system, and the "city" began to integrate into the "city".

The world of Naruto happened to be stuck in this critical period.

In this world, businessmen are still the theoretically lowest class of people.

The big names of various countries believe that businessmen are a group of lazy people who do not care about production and opportunistic.

However, this does not prevent businessmen from making money-there are not only daimyo who are the ruling class, but also many ministers and ministers.

All kinds of policies issued by the Daming Mansion are not conducive to doing business, causing businessmen to be at a loss what to do, so they have to ask the ministers for help.

And the price to be paid behind this depends on the appetite of those ministers.

Then, a very strange phenomenon appeared in this world.

As the lowest group of people in theory, businessmen make the most money and live the most nourishing life, and at the same time they don't need to pay much tax to the Daming Mansion.

As a middle-level group of people who are second only to the gentry, farmers not only need to pay a huge amount of labor, but also have to pay more than half of the money and food to the Daming Mansion every year. They work all day long, but they are poor.

Of course, except for the villagers of Ninja Village.

The villagers of Ninja Village are only responsible for the "shadow", not the daimyo.

Therefore, for decades, many people have flocked to Ninja Village, not because of how safe Ninja Village is (three Ninja World Wars have proved how dangerous it is to live in Ninja Village), but because of the Living in the village, they can at least have a meal.

After all, the economic foundation of the major ninja villages comes from the commissions ninjas get after completing tasks, not farmers' taxes.

Mizuki thought about a lot of political and economic issues, not to show off how good his knowledge is, but just thinks that if you can learn it, you can do it.

It rained all night.

However, a small place like a feudal city has no influence at all.

Mizuki stopped on a muddy street.

Fortunately, the drainage measures in this place are in place, otherwise the water will merge into a river, and this small street may be completely submerged.

Looking up, there was no one on the street.

This is exactly the same as the legend.

The really lively places don't appear on the surface.

As long as some people or someone is still guarding the street, it is the day when the market opens.

not far away.

A roof made of yellow mud mixed with straw is randomly supported by four rotten logs. A narrow space of six to seven square meters exists in this crumbling dilapidated hut.

interesting.

Mizuki walked into the hut, and glanced up and down the hut.

"Not bad." He admired.

The voice just fell.

In the hut, a small hole was suddenly washed out by the heavy rain on the dilapidated roof, and a group of thick yellow mud mixed with the rain suddenly fell down.

As if he could not die, he hit Mizuki on the head.

"Pfft" sounded.

A clear and pleasant chuckle like a wind chime suddenly sounded.

"Where is it good, Mizuki-san?"

A joking inquiry came from the mouth of a smiling young girl.

The girl's long black hair was tied into two ponytails with a little immature yellow light, holding a book with no name, and lying lazily on an old man's rocking chair.

While gently kicking her legs and shaking the chair, she was flipping through the books while blinking her big eyes. She seemed to be in her prime, her baby-fat face was rosy and white, and her skin was as creamy as a bullet, extremely cute.

Such a standard loli makes Mizuki feel a little dignified.

The so-called Cardamom Nianhua refers to a 13-year-old girl. In the previous life, she was a kid who just graduated from elementary school. This kind of child is the most recognizable group of people, whether lively, quiet, unruly, or introverted, no matter what kind of personality, There will always be a childlike air in them, but this woman who looks like a child in front of her exudes an inexplicable mature charm.

"Oh, yes, it means that this place is worthy of its name. It's really just an ordinary hut, and it's really broken." Mizuki calmly wiped the mud off his head.

Hearing this, the girl put down the book in her hand and stared at Mizuki with big eyes.

This glance aroused Mizuki's interest, it was the first time he saw such beautiful eyes shining with a strange rotten light, these eyes should not belong to a child.

"Oh? Does Mizuki-san have any ideas about this shed?" the girl asked curiously.

The corners of Mizuki's mouth were raised slightly, like a naughty boy who has rarely found a toy after being bored for a long time.

"Goodbye..."

He was just halfway through speaking when he suddenly flicked his palm and slashed horizontally, breaking a wooden pillar supporting the hut next to him.

The whole shed suddenly collapsed.

The earth mixed with the rainwater and became muddy and dirty. When the hut was unbalanced and fell apart, countless sewage and mud were splashed.

Mizuki stepped out of the street, and the girl did the same.

"Mizuki-san is indeed a man who killed half of Konoha with one finger. He is really decisive in doing things." The girl said with a smile.

"Well, the news spread so fast..." Mizuki rubbed his chin, "It's just that I didn't read books back then. If I knew how to make high-strength bombs, or even real mushroom bombs, then why would I have to do it myself? What about unpleasant physical work, do you know that it takes a lot of brainpower to improve your strength! If I were really a cutting-edge talent with knowledge and technology, I would have built a bunch of nuclear weapons a long time ago, regardless of the tail beast or aliens, look Anyone who is unhappy can blow up, until he doubts his life! It's a pity, I didn't learn mathematics, physics and chemistry well, this is the thing that hurts me the most, do you understand?"

The girl looked confused.

"Oh, it's really hard to talk to you mentally handicapped, so I'll ask you, do you do it yourself, or should I force you to do it?" Mizuki said indifferently.

"Hehe," the girl forced a wave of hehe, and then looked at Mizuki pretending to be calm, and said in a soft tone, "Mizuki-san really knows how to joke, but this place is a feudal city and our territory. It would be too arrogant to do it.”

"Arrogant? You have to know that I came here for eight hours to do business with you, not to play a game with you. You underground rats have been doing such a meaningless thing for thousands of years. Do you want to use this to improve yourself? To prove that you are a black market with ideals, morals and knowledge? Forget it, I'm sleepy, if you play again, I can't help but play you to death. "Mizuki reminded.

"I really don't understand what you're talking about at all!" The girl pulled her hair in the rain, looking indifferent.

Mizuki sighed.

The breath gradually disappeared with the sound of exclamation and silence.

At this moment, the heavy rain is gone, and the streets are gone.

Within the field of vision, a crowded small room appeared, in which Mizuki and the girl confronted each other.

The girl narrowed her eyes immediately.

"Do you want to know what's going on? It's very simple. I'm just cooperating with you to let you probe into my consciousness more deeply—look, this is an ordinary Japanese-style room with a low tea table, tatami mattresses, and a wooden floor , everything is available.”

"And that, although the penetration rate is not high, you should know what it is."

Mizuki was persuasive, pointing one finger towards the wall of the room.

The girl was very curious, or she was just acting out of habit, looking along his fingers.

"This is... a TV?" the girl muttered to herself.

Just finished speaking.

Suddenly, a head covered with long black hair jumped out from the TV screen!
　There are still more than six hours, and the children should enter the examination room. You don’t know me, and I don’t know you. You can’t see my blessings for you, but I still want to say, remember to bring your ID card. Than a pencil with a black signature pen and a normal heart, carefully examine the questions and answer calmly.Students, the college entrance examination must win!Of course, it doesn't matter if you rush to the street, you can either repeat the study for another year, or come to the construction site to find me.come on!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)