Don't talk about love, just sell birds

"This mountain is so big, how can I find that Ghost Dance Tsuji Mumi? Salutaro only said it was in this direction, but he didn't know the exact time and place, and he wasn't even sure if he would really appear."

Izumo can use Reiatsu to find out the location of a person, but the premise is that he needs to know what the other person's Reiatsu looks like, otherwise there are so many villagers living in the mountain, it is impossible to find a specific person.

It is difficult to tell the time in the snow-covered mountains. Tomioka Yoshiyuki barely judged the time when he faced the sun, "It's still noon, and ghosts can't move under the sun like this. Can you sense which direction there are people? Go first. Let’s spend the night here and find out what’s going on here.”

This person is very skilled, and he pointed out the direction in less than a second, "There are people in front of us, all of whom are alive and kicking children, who are more likely to be the target of ghosts than adults and old people with rough flesh. Cough, of course this is my guess It's just, I haven't eaten a baby, really."

"You don't need to explain it specially, I didn't think much about it." Ever since Izumo's showdown, Giyuu has never doubted this point again, "Let's go, it seems to be snowing again."

Izumo followed quickly, and the two soon came to the place Izumo said. Sure enough, there was no male master in this house, only a single mother with six children, but she was in her 30s, and the hardships of life lay in her A lot of wind and frost are engraved on the face.

The eldest son Kamado Tanjiro had dark red hair, a burn mark on his left forehead, and a sunflower paper earring on his ear. Izumo looked at it several times, and the more he looked, the more familiar he became.

Tanjiro was carrying a basket of charcoal on his back, and the unexpected guests left behind his feet as he was about to go out. He has an amazing sense of smell since he was a child, and he can smell many subtle smells that ordinary people can't smell. The smell of these two people is very clean. Qinglian Gaojie, who is as pure as Baixue, can tell at first glance that they are not bad people.

His defensive eyes glanced at the knife on Yiyong's waist and the weird mask on Izumo's face. Even if they are not bad people, it is difficult to guarantee whether they will bring other dangers to the family.

Giyuu has been regarded as a bad person many times because of carrying knives, and he is helpless when facing a group of children. He can only say to Izumo, "Let's go outside, maybe there will be results tonight."

This means spending the night in the wind and snow. Izumo is used to eating and sleeping in the open air, but Giyuu is a human body, very fragile, and a serious illness can kill his life, so he doesn't quite agree with this proposal.

In his opinion, there was nothing that couldn't be solved with one beating, if not, two beatings, and the family would happily welcome them in.

"Oni sauce, the food in your hand smells so good."

The hem of Izumo's clothes was pulled down, and he lowered his head. It was a little boy not reaching his thighs, staring straight at him with big watery eyes.

Shrimp meat was prepared for Yiyong, but he was still reluctant to eat it, so Izumo clasped his hands tightly and silently refused.

"Liutai, that is someone else's property. My brother should have said that you can't take other people's things casually, right? This is very impolite." Tanjiro hugged the youngest brother to him, saying that he was educating him, but his body's unconscious retreat betrayed him. his real thoughts.

Mrs. Six sucked her saliva, nodded her head in a sensible way, and said in a childish voice, "Don't take it, don't take it, Mrs. Liu won't take it."

Having said that, the fishy smell of shrimp meat makes Douding, who can't eat meat a few times a year, hug his brother's thigh and look at Izumo's hand frequently, wishing his eyes would stick to it, but my brother's education comes first. I can close my eyes so that I won't be tempted again.

"..."

Coupled with Giyuu's suggestive eyes, Izumo felt that the whole person was not well, and the whole world was coveting his shrimp meat.

Seeing the tense atmosphere, the child's mother put down her needle and thread, walked over and patted the eldest son on the shoulder with a kind smile, "Tanjiro, it's getting late, you should go and come back quickly, didn't you say that Grandma Suzumura is waiting for you today?" Do you use charcoal?"

It was going to snow heavily that day, and it would be difficult for the elderly without a charcoal fire to keep warm. Tanjiro could only worry about telling his younger siblings not to get too close to strangers, and then walked down the mountain in three steps.

"I'm sorry, that child is just a little sensitive, and there is nothing malicious. After all, our family is orphaned and widowed. Tanjirou is always worried too much. Nezuko, take your younger brothers and sisters to the door to play, don't go too far. "

Zaomen's mother asked the eldest daughter to take a few radish heads out and enthusiastically cleaned up an empty room, "It's a bit small, I'm really sorry."

This room was used to store a few old things, and it was only four squares [note] big, allowing two men to squeeze into it. Mother Zaomen blushed a lot, but there was really no spare room in the house.

Not only is he small, he can't even stretch his legs straight when he sleeps, he might as well sleep in the wild, Izumo doesn't hide his emotions, his lips are almost drawn into a straight line.

On the contrary, Yiyong politely said thank you, and walked in calmly to put the burden. Just now, along the way, there is only one room in this house, and the seven mothers and children are all crowded together. If you don't sleep in this empty room, you can only go to the kitchen Hit the floor.

With the steps laid by Yiyong, Mother Zaomen relaxed, "I'll go get two quilts, it's a bit cold in the mountains, do you need a charcoal basin?"

"Don't worry, you only need one bedding."

Zaomen's mother wanted to persuade them to at least cover up with more quilts, but seeing Yiyong's determined look, she smiled softly, "Fugang-san is so gentle."

After Zaomen’s mother left, Izumo walked in with an unhappy expression on her face, and sat on the opposite side of Yiyong, “Why don’t you want things? You are a human being, and it will be cold to sleep at night in this weather, right? And what does her last sentence mean? ?”

Yiyong didn't expect that he was worried that he would be cold, so he asked after being startled, "Can't you see that this family is struggling?"

"You can tell, it's poor, but so what?"

Yiyong took a deep look at him, knowing that he would not understand unless he took the words apart and said, "They are engaged in fire service careers, and charcoal is the commodity they depend on for their livelihood. They are not willing to order a pot of their own in this weather Use, it should be that there is not much in stock, such a poor family will naturally not have extra quilts, maybe they will bring us their own, they are all women and children, at least my physique is much stronger than them. Listen up , No one has to be kind to anyone, it is not their responsibility to take us in for the night, they show us kindness, we can't take it for granted, tenderness is mutual."

Izumo didn't have the patience to listen to his long-winded speech. After putting the shrimp on his lap, he freed a hand and scratched the tatami next to the skin with his nails disapprovingly. Turned into bamboo green.

After Giyuu finished speaking, Izumo came back to his senses in time, applauded loudly, and promised in a dignified way, "I see, I will remember everything you said!"

Judging from the way he was wandering just now, he knew he didn't listen, but changing a person's thinking is not something that happens overnight. Yiyong knew that there was no use in rushing, so he could only say, "They are very kind and won't take my money. Let me go to the mountains to see if there is any game, we have to pay something to live here."

Hearing what he said, Izumo immediately found something he could do, "Do you hunt wild game? I'm good at this! Leave it to me!"

There was an indistinguishable chirping sound in the air, and after the air surged, Yoshiyuki silently looked at the person who was measuring the room with his footsteps, and said something to him, but it turned out that the executor was not Oborosha.

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note

Basket refers to tatami mats, and the size of a Japanese room generally depends on how many pieces of tatami mats are laid, and one tatami is equivalent to 1.62 square meters.

Thanks to the Time Swimmer for irrigated nutrient solution +1, this cute operation is so familiar [呲牙]