Poverty Alleviation Princess

"Go ahead."

In the clan land of the Younv clan, a grand interrogation drama is currently being staged.

The speaker was a serious man in his thirties.He was wearing the high-collared uniform of the oily girl clan, and looked down at his son who was between a teenager and a young man in front of him.

The well-behaved one who was being interrogated sat on her knees, and when she heard her father's questioning, she couldn't help shrinking her neck: "...What did you say?"

Say why you are still alive and don't know how to send a letter to your family, don't you think that your family will be so worried! ?

The man closed his eyes and swallowed back the words that he was about to roar out.

"Tell me what you've been doing all this time." He frowned tightly.

"Uh." Amoyurv Mao got stuck. "I'm... recuperating."

Although several days have passed and many things have gone through, it seems that this incident has run through the whole process.

"Healing? Why don't you send a letter to the clan when you are recovering from your injuries?"

The man's face became even uglier.

Thinking of his torment and experience since receiving the information scroll, and seeing how pale but full of energy he looks now, no matter how he looks like he doesn't want anything to happen, he feels his fist is hard.

If he can't give himself a reasonable explanation today, he can't be blamed for being a ruthless father who turned him into what he expressed in his information!

"what."

Yume Mao reacted.

It seemed that after he handed back the scroll of intelligence, he really never contacted his family again.

At first it was because I was in a coma and couldn't contact, later it was because things were developing too fast and I didn't take care of them, and then I really forgot.Although I also realized that I seemed to have forgotten to report the letter, but when I thought that I would go back soon and I had to take care of the goods and the bandits, I forgot about it again.

Now being questioned by his own father with staring eyes, he finally reacted.

I haven't contacted my family during this time, according to the ninja's practice...

The clan probably thought he was dead.

It's not something like indifference among the clan, but something that ninjas are used to.

When you can't get out, try your best to send back the information and then destroy the body before you die to prevent the enemy from analyzing your blood succession limit and secret technique.It has almost become a standard procedure for ninjas to confirm that they cannot survive.

If you don't save it, you will only sacrifice one person, but if the clan sends people to search and rescue, more clansmen may die because of it.Although it is not that there are no people who survived miraculously after disappearance, the reason why miracles are called miracles is because they are rare and seem impossible to happen.It is something that can be encountered but not sought after.

People want to believe in miracles, but if you just blindly expect miracles and ruin your current life, the loss outweighs the gain.Those who are still alive are always more important than those who are dead.

Maou Mao's family has accepted such an ending, so they are so calm.

Calmly waiting for the result of the final mission, calmly waiting for the day when he will be seen off in a tomb.

I never expected that there would be such a 'surprise'.

After Yume Mao realized it, she also felt guilty.

"Father." He scratched his hair, "Well, I'm sorry, it's my fault for not reporting it in time...it made you worry."

"Humph."

The man snorted coldly.

But his expression softened a bit.

Although the situation of him 'resurrecting from the dead' will be a little troublesome, there may be some censorship to prevent him from being controlled by illusion or occult techniques.

But no matter what, the return of his son who thought he had left was a happy thing for him.Compared with this result, some strange behaviors of the son are minor problems.But before he patted his son on the shoulder to let it go.

Yume Mao happily talked about her own experience:

Although the young man didn't dance, his voice obviously rose several times: "But you can't blame me, it's just that my experience during this period is amazing."

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"That day I thought I was done for now, but I was rescued by Miss Yuan and taken to the city. Miss Yuan invited me a doctor and let me live in a superior room in the hotel to recuperate. After two weeks After a few days, I felt that it was not good to lie down like this, so I volunteered to be Miss Yuan's bodyguard and accompany her to the shop to discuss business."

Now recalling Miss Yuan's eloquence at that time, he still admires her.

That was a skill he would never learn in his life.

"Then I saw that the merchants that Ms. Yuan said in a few words gave her a very favorable price, and some people planned to visit Muye Village in the future, and asked Ms. Yuan to be a guide to accompany him on inspections... You can open a shop after inspections location or something.”

"Ok?"

The man's attention was drawn to him.

He just listened to the previous paragraph and thought about whether he should send something to Miss Yuan to thank her for saving her life in the future, but a businessman is going to open a shop in Muye Village, which is another matter.

Konoha doesn't want a store?

Certainly not possible, just because it is the ninja's village, outside businessmen are not willing to come here to set up shop, so the 'Bamboo Street' was chosen as a compromise.

He asked in surprise: "Is there really a businessman willing to come?"

He didn't think that those businessmen who were prejudiced against them would change just because of a few words from one person—it wasn't under the spell of magic.

Yume Mao nodded affirmatively: "Really, they really said so."

"Then why are they willing to come?"

Oil girl Mao got stuck: "..."

Although he has heard a lot, it seems that it is basically a boast to the village... It seems that it can't be regarded as the reason?

"They...well, they were persuaded by Ms. Yuan." In the end, that was all he could say, but there was another thing that left a deep impression on him, "Ms. Yuan also talked about us."

"Did you tell Ms. Yuan about the family affairs?" Maou Mao's father, Yuu Ryuzo's eyes widened, and his expression was no longer as friendly as before.

The grace of saving lives is the grace of saving lives, but it is a felony to tell outsiders about the affairs of the clan without permission.

"No, no." Maou Mao understood that her father had misunderstood something, and shook her head like a rattle, and told her father about being called to fetch the hive and meeting the bandits and ninjas.

"...That's it, Miss Yuan saw my insect control technique, and then told me that they are all insects. We can actually try to domesticate bees and silkworms, and study how to make them produce more immature honey and silk, and then she can Buy our products or something."

When she said this, Yume Mao couldn't help laughing.

Although he still feels that this is unlikely, he is still very happy to think that there is still such a good idea of ​​'what can be created'.

"It would be great if we could have income other than ninja missions as Miss Yuan said. In this way, we can reject those missions that are lucrative but extremely risky. Although we may lose some reputation, I think It would be better than anything else for more clansmen to be able to come back from missions in full."

Of course he knew that even the smallest tasks could be dangerous.

But compared to those tasks that are extremely dangerous at a glance, and may even require the sacrifice of several clansmen to complete the task.The security of slightly worse tasks is still higher.Yume Mao doesn't hate challenging tasks and powerful enemies, but like many ninjas, he hopes that he and those he cares about can come back alive.

If the income can be a little more, they can have more choices.

"...Did she say anything else?"

After a brief silence, Aburo Takazo's expression became more serious, and his attitude was as serious as if he was facing some highest-level task.

Yume Mao blinked, but didn't react.

"what?"

"What did Miss Yuan tell you? What else did she say?"

Younu Ryuzo walked a few steps with her hands folded around her chest, grabbed her son's shoulders and lifted him up.

"You go with me to see the patriarch, and then tell the patriarch again exactly what Miss Yuan told you, verbatim."

Things that Yume Mao can think of, of course Yume Takazo can also think of.

Even think much more than him.

The first thing he thought of was not those upright adults who could still perform missions, but those clansmen who were disabled due to injuries and could no longer rely on completing missions to support themselves, and those whose family pillars died and lost their direct source of income child.

If they can really have such an income, they are the biggest profit group.

He wasn't sure what that Miss Yuan knew before she told Mao, or if she simply felt it after seeing the oil girl's secret technique of controlling insects.

But no matter which one, this opinion is an opportunity for the oily girls.

—an opportunity he thought he couldn't afford to miss.

After counting the goods, A Yuan stretched his waist and came to the window on the top floor.It was already dark, and from here we could only see some dark shadows and sporadic lights floating from the buildings.

Compared with the darkness of the whole world, these lights are too small.

Couldn't even light up the surrounding streets.

"Is this what you want me to see?"

A deep voice came from outside.

"I don't think these things that can disappear at any time are of any observational significance."

Outside the window, Uchiha Madara, who belongs to this world, looked indifferently at the village in front of him where he had fought so far in the past.

Sure, the village looks fine, but the thought of it is about to turn into the next war, a hellish battle that could involve ninjas from all over the world.

He felt that the scenery in front of him was so dazzling.

It became unbearable for him to think that this village, to which they had given everything so far and placed all their best wishes, had been a mistake from the beginning, the foundation of a greater disaster.

Before it's too late.

If only it was nipped in the bud before it turned into a bigger catastrophe.

Maybe it's still time.

A Yuan shook his head:

"No, this is just the beginning."

She stretched, then opened the window and climbed out, and stood beside Uchiha Madara against the cold night wind with clumsy skills.

"I think you can see, it's still behind."

"Do you think your actions can change my opinion?" Uchiha Madara raised his eyebrows, and turned his head to look at the girl who suddenly broke into this world like a mess. "Only by you?"

"Yes, it's up to me." The girl nodded affirmatively, "And it's not 'I think', but 'I can do it'."

Ah Yuan is full of self-confidence—even if there are still many problems, but when you need to reassure people and give people confidence, you have to use affirmative sentences regardless.

"You have been staying for so many days, why don't you take a look at it? Anyway, you are Uchiha Madara, as long as you think, you can come and destroy Konoha at any time, right?"

Uchiha Madara did not deny it.

"You act like you know me well."

"After all, we have known each other for a long time. Although they are not from the same world, I think Uchiha Madara is Uchiha Madara, and the essence will not change just because the world is different."

"Ah, let's talk about this." A Yuan turned around and wanted to climb into the room through the window, but because it was too dark, he lost his foot and fell down suddenly.

"Ah!" Before the short voice disappeared, she felt a tightness in her chest, and then she was stuffed back into the window. "thank you."

She thanked the person outside the window.

"Wait for me a moment."

Although the fall was scary, she wasn't scared at all.

She believed that this spot would also make a move.

After all, 'Uchiha Madara' is essentially a good person who feels pain because of other people's suffering.In a state of peace, even if he doesn't like him, even if he is wary of him, he won't let his helpless self fall into trouble like this.

The man who subconsciously offered to help snorted coldly, but he didn't leave immediately.

A Yuan didn't care and ran down in two or three steps, then ran up with a bang, and handed out a tightly packed package.

"Come on, this is a souvenir."

"What." Uchiha Madara guessed what was inside: "...bean curd sushi?"

"Yes, this is the most recommended by the hotel owner."

A Yuan who was lying on the window sill responded with a smile.

"Although it's not anything special, please taste it carefully and see if the bean curd sushi recommended by the innkeeper is the best."

Uchiha Madara left.Walking all the way along the roof, after a few ups and downs, I jumped onto the cliff at night.

I don't know how long it took before he frowned and took out the neat bag of bean curd sushi from his pocket.

"That kind of thing."

He tossed it aside casually.

Such a trivial thing...

He has long since stopped caring.