Just as he was thinking about this, Kuroda Mayumi rushed over. She bowed deeply to show her respect, "Thank you very much for helping us with the zombies!"
"Without your help, I'm afraid our village would not have survived. If you don't mind, please rest in our village for a while."
"Sure!" Pei Zi Yun thought about it and said. Kuroda Mayumi was very happy and led Pei Zi Yun to the village. Seeing him arrive, the villagers parted ways. Their expressions were complicated. Some were grateful, some were respectful, and some were even jealous.
"..." It was normal to be grateful, respectful, and jealous. Humans would always be jealous of those who were stronger than them, but did not have control over them.
Pei Zi Yun walked leisurely on the ridge of the fields and saw a small shrine. It looked very simple. There was no torii and no one. There were only a few trees which could be considered a sacred forest.
A simple hand sanitizer was placed there. It was very quiet, and the air was fresh. In this world, filth and death were everywhere. This was the only place that did not have such an aura.
"This is our village's simple shrine. If you don't mind, you can rest here tonight!" Kuroda Mayumi led him to a room and said respectfully.
Pei Zi Yun approached the shrine and squinted his eyes. He could feel that there was indeed some divine power in the shrine.
"Sure!" There was nothing to be picky about.
Then, Kuroda Mayumi retreated. After a while, food was served, "Please!"
Pei Zi Yun looked at it. It was a rice ball and a few pieces of pickled radish. He stood up and bowed, "Thank you for your hospitality."
He was an expert and sensible. Japan's grain yield was very low, and rice was processed into refined rice. Refined rice was very precious and was known as' Silver Grain Rice 'or' Silver Sarira '. Some farmers had never eaten a rice ball in their entire lives.
Even Toyotomi Hideyoshi, who had conquered the world, only had a bowl of rice, seaweed, miso soup, and sashimi for his meals.
This was probably the best the shrine could offer.
Kuroda Mayumi saw that Pei Zi Yun was satisfied and heaved a sigh of relief. She bowed, "Please enjoy."
She then retreated and said to the villagers, "Now that the warrior is resting, let's not disturb him!"
Wen Shu, who had wrapped his injured arm in gauze, was still in disbelief and asked, "Master Wu Tian, did God send him to save us?"
Just now, he was also fighting outside. There were simply too many zombies. Just as he felt that he couldn't hold on any longer, Pei Zi Yun killed the zombies that were attacking him with a single slash.
Fatty Tomoyuki also wiped the blood off his body and asked, "Is this a real samurai? Was there really such a person in the world? I used to think that Ma Shangda was the most powerful person! "
Itachi Tomoyuki's eyes widened. At this moment, Sanjiro suddenly nudged him with his elbow.
Hearing the name Tatsuya Asakami, Mayumi Sugita's happy expression immediately dimmed.
Only then did Tomoyuki realize that he had said the wrong thing and hurriedly tried to salvage the situation. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to mention Tatsuya Asakami!"
"No, I shouldn't have mentioned this person!"
Fatty Tomoyuki hurriedly covered his mouth with his scarred hand to apologize.
Tatsuya Asakami used to be the most powerful person in the village. He had once killed more than ten zombies by himself and was Mayumi Sugita's fiancé. But then …
Mayumi Sugita suppressed the pain in her heart and recovered her smile. She said softly, "It's nothing. No matter what, today is a happy day."
"I believe that at this time, your families are also waiting for you!"
"Let's go back first!"
Mayumi Sugita said in a gentle voice.
"You're right. Thank you, Master Samurai. Otherwise, Kagami and Mika wouldn't have been able to see me!" Fatty Tomoyuki said with a lingering fear.
Jiang Lizi also held her husband's hand and nodded in agreement. "Indeed, that's the case."
After a while, the crowd dispersed and they returned home.
Jamu Keitaka used a walking stick and limped back to his home.
In this battle, Jamu Keitaka's thigh was scratched by a zombie, but it wasn't very serious. It was estimated that he would recover in half a month.
Of course, if it wasn't for Pei Zi Yun, he would have lost his life.
It was a pity that Oyori Kazuhiko, Eijiro, and Taira Daro couldn't wait for Pei Zi Yun's rescue.
Thinking of this, the unreconciled faces of Oyori Kazuhiko, Eijiro, and Taira Daro appeared in Jamu Keitaka's mind. He couldn't help but shiver and quickened his pace back home.
When Jamu Keitaka returned home, he saw his father, Jamu Liming, waiting for him at the door. He was thin and withered, and his face was full of wrinkles. There was a scratch on his face, and he was blind in one eye.
"Father!" Jamu Keitaka saw him and immediately rushed forward, reporting the situation excitedly. But his reaction was different. Jamu Liming's face was gloomy and he did not speak.
After a long time, he asked, "How many descendants of the samurai are there in the village?"
"Oyori Kazuhiko is dead, but he still has a son, Fatty Tomoyuki."
"Son, do you think we can get the mayor to send more samurai?" Jamu Liming asked. Those who were famous were the descendants of the samurai, and those who were not were ordinary villagers. "Or, can we let this samurai stay in our village?"
Jamu Keitaka's smile suddenly froze.
He knew that the mayor was unlikely to send more samurai. If they continued to lose more, this village would disappear like many other villages.
A village without samurai could not defend against the zombies.
"Let this samurai stay in our village, this …" Even if Jamu Keitaka had no foresight, he knew that the samurai in the gorgeous silk would not stay here.
For a moment, the whole room was silent. After a short moment of joy, they faced the reality of the desperate situation.
"Father, what do you think we should do? You were a samurai in the past, and you even had the opportunity to learn the art of war. " Jamu Keitaka asked softly. His father was the village's hero, and he had solved many crises. "You must have a way."
"I don't have a way … No, there is one."
"Please tell me."
"Liming, do you still remember? The mayor informed us yesterday that outsiders must be strictly investigated. "
"What is an outsider? We didn't understand before, but you should understand today."
Jamu Keitaka was stunned, and he looked at his father in disbelief. Betraying outsiders was not a difficult thing in this world. A "kind" village that did not do this would have been destroyed long ago.
But this was a samurai who had just saved his village.
"Father …" Jamu Keitaka said painfully.
"Keitaka, first of all, the mayor takes this matter very seriously. If we don't quickly pass the news to the mayor, he might be angry and punish us."
"And if we inform the mayor, the village will be exempted from taxes for three years, and we will also be rewarded with a large sum of money. We will then be able to hire samurai to tide us over."
As Jamu Liming spoke, he pointed at his daughter-in-law, who was holding a granddaughter who was only half a year old. "Look, even the cute Riko is starving to death!"
"You have already lost three children, two of whom died of starvation."
"Since that person saved us once, what's the harm in saving us again?"
"As long as we give this person to the mayor, our family, our village, will be able to live."
"I am old, and I have already passed the position to you. The life and death of our family and the village are all up to you," Jamu Liming said tiredly.
Jamu Keitaka looked at his father in a daze. His father used to be so heroic, straightforward, and upright, but the repeated disasters of zombies and droughts had gradually crushed this man.
After a long time, Jamu Keitaka looked at the crying baby in his wife's arms, then looked around and took a deep breath. Without hesitation, he said, "I understand, I will go and light the beacon now!"
Hearing this, Jamu Liming did not feel the slightest bit of joy, only bitterness.
Soon, black smoke rose into the sky, and the light from the fire illuminated half of the village.
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