Poverty Alleviation Princess

Senshou Zhujian was as energetic as ever, but compared to the past, it was probably darker because of frequent travels.

But the big white teeth have not changed at all, and there is an inexplicable naivety when he opens his mouth to smile.

Sitting in front of the lottery booth, he obviously only got some consolation prizes for a long time, but he still smiled brightly.

Even if the gambling luck is repeated defeats every time, he will continue to fight again and again with full energy.And with the changes of the times, this kind of gambling addiction has also changed from entering the casino at the beginning to various small games related to gambling.

Whether it's dice opening blind boxes, or various lottery tickets, even Senshou Feijian occasionally feels that his elder brother should not be called "Ninja World God" but "Ninja World Fat Sheep".

It's still an extremely high-quality one. It's not easy for outsiders to find another one that's so fat and easy to slaughter.

And only then.Only then did Qianshou Feijian feel that maybe the peace came so smoothly that it was not entirely a good thing—at least not for the elder brother.

But considering that in the past, I couldn't stop my elder brother from going to the casino rain or shine, it seems that it is not unacceptable to just buy some gadgets now.

Of course, if Qianshou Feijian sees that his eldest brother buys lottery tickets in wheel barrels, then it must be a different story.

Now that Senshou Feima is not around, of course it's just how happy Zhuma is.

Seeing the long-lost Apocalypse, Senshou Bashima looked extremely excited, and his tanned skin seemed to brighten a bit due to running around all day.Senjujuma is happy, and when he is happy, he wants to share his happiness with others.So he waved to Uchiha Madara: "Mara, here, come and draw a lottery together, you see, so many missed, the rest must be won!"

He pointed to the bucket next to him containing the empty lottery tickets, and then pointed to the stack of unopened lottery tickets, speaking with confidence.

It would be even more embarrassing if he wasn't worried that he would keep yelling like this...

Madara Uchiha took a deep breath and walked over.

He frowned:

"How old are you, why are you..."

Even with a filter, stupid is stupid.

Especially considering that every move of Senjujuma may represent the face of the Ninja Alliance, he is even more unacceptable.

Being stupid in private is a private matter, and no one can control it when no one sees it, but it is another matter to be ashamed and thrown in public.

"Don't you want to get something good to send to Ji Jun?"

Seeing that Uchiha Madara wanted to discipline him, Senju Zhuma hurriedly spoke.

"You think, the lottery draw is based on luck, right? It's definitely different from buying it directly with money. You can definitely get it if you buy it with money, but the lottery draw is different."

This is sophistry.

Thinking so in his heart, Uchiha Madara still sat next to him, and opened the lottery tickets together.

It's not that he wants to win the lottery so much, it's just that he doesn't think he can't do without looking at Hashirama.

If something happens like this, he can solve it in time.

Just like that, the two men who stomped and stomped the whole world could tremble three times, sat at the stall on the side of the street, and tore up the lottery tickets one by one.

There is a lively crowd behind him, and in front of him is the boss who is still greeting others, with thickly stacked lottery tickets and countless attractive prizes.They blended into the streetscape without a trace of disobedience.

Even for people who know each other, it is difficult to distinguish the two from this picture at a glance.

"I wish I had trusted Ji Jun more."

Amidst the tearing of the lottery tickets, the sound of Qianshou Zhujian suddenly sounded.Uchiha Madara's movements and invisible pauses, but did not answer.Neither objected nor agreed.

He also mentioned this topic a long time ago when he was drinking with Senshou Zhujian.It's just that money is hard to buy, and he knew it earlier, and he knew his own character. Even if time could be turned back, if he couldn't witness the possibility with his own eyes, he might still make the same choice.

If he hadn't seen the possibility, if he hadn't had to, he would definitely not have put all his eggs in one basket and dragged the entire Uchiha into an unknown path.

The status quo is bad, but it can't be worse than the present.But if you change the road, you may really go to hell.

But if you regret it, there must be some.

If it could be earlier...

Senshou Zhujian didn't care about his friend's silence, and continued to mutter to himself.

"If we can fully support Ji Jun from the beginning, we can hold a celebration like this in the first year." The heroic man who is always carefree sighed. "Everyone doesn't have to suffer for those two years."

The latter is earlier, if they find Ji Jun earlier to protect them, "There are still those people..."

Senjuzhuma didn't finish his sentence, but Uchiha Madara, who had a similar experience, understood what he meant almost immediately.

The past experience, the scars of the past, are still deeply buried in my heart.Such unforgettable pain and hatred may fade with time, but it will never disappear.

It's just that Uchiha Madara is not someone who will be immersed in the past, so he glanced at Senju Hashirama next to him: "What happened to you again?"

Otherwise, how would you think of these.

"I just went to Mount Miaomu."

In the past few years, for the sake of the Ninja Alliance and emergency and disaster relief, he took people all over the country.

I have seen different customs and customs in various places, and while seeing beautiful scenery, I have also seen all kinds of natural and man-made disasters.Every time he saw this, he felt that he and the Ninja League still had a long way to go.

They still have a lot to do.

Then people also become less and less come back.

The days of eating and sleeping in the open air are certainly uncomfortable, but it is undeniable that every time he completes something, every time he hears people's voices of thanks and sees people's smiling faces, his heart will be full.

I can also say loudly to everyone: The path we chose is not wrong, and we will continue to walk on this path.

Then when he passed Mt. Miaomu once, he realized that he hadn't been here for a long time, and he hadn't paid attention to Mt. Miaomu.

And that Immortal Toad who lived for a thousand years.

He wouldn't complain about why it lived the year before but just watched the human world full of flames of war and ninjas fighting constantly.After all, it has no responsibilities and obligations to the human group and the ninjas.

It's just corresponding, because it can neither save mankind nor provide any effective help, Senshou Zhujian's attitude towards him has not consciously changed.In the past, he respected this fairy who had lived for thousands of years. This time, although he still respected the "teacher" who taught him, he didn't have the sense of awe he had for the "fairy" in the past.

"Then I was thinking, compared to Immortal Toad, who has not changed for thousands of years, if I can accept the change earlier, I will be fine if I believe in Jun Ji." The change is now.

"In that case, we will be able to see the miracle sooner."

He sighed.

"If it works like that, sure."

Even if he knew it was difficult to change, Uchiha Madara did not deny his assumption.

only……

"Instead of talking about this, you should worry about yourself."

Madara Uchiha raised the winning ticket in his hand and shook it.He glanced at the number of empty lottery tickets around Senshou Bashima, which had greatly increased.

"...Uuuuu."

If you win the lottery, you win the lottery, why hurt others.

Qianshou Zhujian feels wronged.

But soon, he was also happy.

He shook the ticket with the third prize in his hand, and turned around to prove himself to his best friend.

"Blade, look at me too... Madara?" Where's the person?

Senshou Zhujian happily wanted to share, but found that the place beside him was empty.

"Guest, if you are looking for that gentleman, he just left." The boss kindly told the other party where he was going, and took the lottery ticket from Qianshou Zhujian while talking, "Congratulations, guest, you won a lottery ticket." Washboard, go back and give it to your wife, you will definitely be praised!"

After finishing speaking, he skillfully took out a washboard from under the table. It was a brand new washboard, and the triangular protrusions on it looked like they could even scratch people.

Thousands of Hands: "..."

I always feel that if Mito knows the origin of this washboard, he will not laugh happily.

Uchiha Madara continued walking along the road.

As the sky darkened, more and more lanterns painted with patterns related to the moon were brought out.

In addition to the street lamps on both sides of the street, tall 'lampposts' and 'lamp walls' composed of many lanterns are also made in many places.Below the several-meter-high lamp posts are bare pillars, but above them are brackets of various shapes, waiting for people to hang up the lanterns.

Although the student volunteers were scolded for the 'Lighting Show' at the last celebration, it became a repertoire this time because of its high popularity—these tall lampposts were specially prepared for them.

And the person in charge of lighting, from the last time everyone can try, has become only the members of the "Lighting Squad" who have been selected through layers of selection.

Those who are not as skilled as others or who have not performed well can only hold their breath and wait for the next time.

Because it is a performance, the participating ninjas changed into various ninja costumes after a long absence.But also because it is a performance, the clothes this time are not as concealed and strong as in the past, but bright colors and decorations are added.

From the simplest ninja disappearing in place - the candle is lit - the ninja landed on one knee, to three or four avatars facing different ways, using different postures to light up the surrounding candles.Then three or five people rose into the air at the same time, waving their hands in the air, like a relay, so that the scattered sparks fell precisely into the lantern to light the candle.

People from a safe distance watched this ingenious lighting show in amazement, and gave out exclamation and applause from time to time.Some even blushed from shouting too hard.

The blindfolded lighting at the end brought the atmosphere to a climax.

The boys and girls who were blindfolded by black cloth stood at the top of the lamp post. In the anticipation of people holding their breath, they moved one after another, lighting the candles in the lantern with various difficult postures.

Because the difficulty is not limited by the teacher and the captain, the nature of the young players is also improving one by one.

Not only did they show [-]% strength during the lighting show.

At the end, there are some extra little performances that I came up with.

The person in charge looked down and shook his head.

Looking at the energetic appearance of each of them, it is still too little homework and training that I watched before.Report to their instructors when they go back, saying that these young people have not reached their limit, and they can pressurize again.

Uchiha Madara stood by, and naturally saw it all.In those "Uchiha's eyes" that were feared and tabooed by countless people in the past, only the warm light and the happy figures of young people are reflected at this moment.

If he had been a simple Uchiha patriarch in the past, he would have frowned when he saw such a playful behavior of taijutsu, and might even drag these overly energetic young people to the training ground for training.But now looking at these young people who are full of spirits and do not see any haze, only traces of warmth emerge from the bottom of their hearts.

It's not as strong as fire, but densely covered the bottom of my heart, people can't help but feel soft-hearted, and people can't help but want to smile.

The peace they once pursued and longed for countless times to only know 'peace' must be like this.

It doesn't have to be such a magnificent picture, and it doesn't have to be a thrilling story.

But like this, everyone can see it without deliberately looking for it.

Just as he was looking up at the bright lamppost, a pair of hands suddenly came out from behind him and covered his eyes.

"Guess who I am?"