Chapter 108 Chapter 18

In the past four or five days, the weather has been fine, and the singing of birds and shrikes has been heard everywhere.The land to be used for farming is gradually drying up.However, at the end of the field, there were dark clouds, and after a while, the Bando area was shrouded in darkness, like a solar eclipse.Iori looked at the sky. "Master, it's really here this time." He is very worried. Just as he finished speaking, a strong wind like ink blew.The little bird that was too late to return to the nest was swept to the ground with a slap.The grass and trees were constantly shaken and trembling by the blowing, and the leaves turned over to reveal the white backside.

"Are there going to be thunderstorms?" Musashi asked Iori. Iori replied: "It's not just showers! This kind of sky—by the way, I'll go to the village. Master, hurry up and pack your hoes and hide in the house!" Every time Iori observes the sky, his predictions are almost accurate. After he finishes talking to Musashi, he gallops across the endless sea of ​​grass like a migratory bird flying across the field. As Iori expected, this violent storm was really different from usual. "Where did Iori go?" Musashi returned to the hut, looking up from the window from time to time.Today's torrential rain is indeed different from the past, and the amount of rain is surprisingly heavy.And after a while, it stopped. I thought the rain had stopped, but then it rained more fiercely than before.

At night, the rain intensified, and the surrounding area almost became the bottom of the lake.The hut has just been built, the roof is about to be lifted off, and the cedar bark covering the inner layer of the roof has been blown to the ground. "This little guy is really worrying." Iori hasn't come back yet. It was dawn, but there was still no one. The sky was getting brighter, Musashi looked at the torrential rain since yesterday, and became more convinced that Iori would not come back. During the day, the wilderness became a sea of ​​mud, and the vegetation in some places was almost submerged by water, like a floating boat.

Because the hut is built on a high place, it is lucky to avoid flood erosion.At the river bank below the hut, the turbidity currents converged into a large, choppy river. "... Will something happen?" Musashi suddenly thought.He saw many things being washed away by this turbid current, and he thought of Yizhi who accidentally drowned when he came back in the dark last night. However, at this moment, Iori's voice came from the stormy sky filled with the roar of the flood. "Master, Master." Musashi saw a figure that looked like Iori on a sandbank like a bird's nest in the distance, no, that must be Iori.

Where did it go?Musashi saw him coming back on a bull.In addition to Iori, there seemed to be a large pile of things tied with ropes on the back of the cow. "Oh?……" Musashi watched as Iori rode the bull into the muddy current. When the cow stepped into the mud full of whirlpools, it and Yizhi on its back were almost completely submerged in the water. They followed the current and managed to climb up to the river bank here.Iori and Niu shook off the muddy water from their bodies and walked towards the hut. "Iori, where have you been?" Musashi asked him with mixed emotions.Iori replied:

"You still ask! Didn't I go to the village to prepare food? I guess this storm may have finished the rain for the past half year. What's more, even if the storm stops, the flood will not subside for a while!" Musashi was amazed at Iori's cleverness.But then again, it's not that Iori is smart, but that she is too dull.Seeing the signs of bad weather, you should immediately think of preparing food.This is the common sense of those who survive in the wild.Iori must have experienced this situation often since childhood. Not only that, but there are also a lot of food unloaded from the back of the cow.Iori took off the straw mat and opened the tung oiled paper.

"This is corn, this is adzuki bean, and this is salted fish." He lined up several bags. "Master, with this food, even if the flood doesn't recede for a month or two, we can get through it with peace of mind." Tears rolled in Musashi's eyes.Neither is Iori brave, nor is she ashamed.When I thought about developing this land, what I placed on the farmland was aloofness, I forgot about hunger, and even my own livelihood depends on this child, no matter how hard he is in the future, he will endure it. But, then again, people in the village called the pair of master and apprentice crazy, why did they give them food?Those who want to come to the village must also be trapped by the flood and must also face hunger.

Musashi felt strange, but Iori replied nonchalantly. "I took my purse to Deyuan Temple in exchange for it." "Deyuan Temple?" When Musashi asked this question, Iori replied that there was a Tokuganji Temple about a mile away from the Law Code Grassland.His father often said to him during his lifetime: "If you encounter difficulties after I die, use the broken gold in the purse!" Iori remembered his father's words, and took the money bag he carried with him to the temple to exchange for these foods. "So, it's your father's relic!" Musashi asked him so.

"That's right, because the old house has burned down. All that remains of my father are the purse and this knife." After finishing speaking, he stroked the wild sword at his waist with his hand. Musashi had seen this wild sword before.It was not originally a big wild knife, although it was not engraved with the name of the knife, it can indeed be called a famous knife. It seems that the relics that the child's father entrusted to his son to carry with him, besides some pieces of gold, also have this profound sword—Iori would exchange such important things for food, and the way he did it was indeed like a Child.But Musashi felt that his situation was pitiful.

"Your father's relics cannot be handed over to others casually. I will definitely find a way to go to Deyuan Temple to get them back. In the future, don't let them leave you." "OK." "Did you spend the night in the monastery last night?" "Yes, because the monk told me to come back after dawn." "What about breakfast?" "I haven't eaten it yet, Master, you haven't eaten it either!" "Hey! Is there any firewood?" "Firewood! There's a lot of it! There's firewood all over here." Iori cut open the mat, and stuck his head under the raised floor, which stored tree nodules, bamboo roots, etc. brought back from land reclamation on weekdays, piled up like a mountain.

Even such a young child has the concept of economic saving, who taught him this?In the uncivilized nature, if you are not careful or take a wrong step, you may starve to death.The laws of nature were their teachers in life. After eating rice, Iori brought a book to Musashi. "Master, I won't be able to work until the water recedes. Please teach me how to read!" Iori said respectfully. Throughout the day, there was still the sound of the howling storm outside the door. He took a copy.I heard that this was also brought from the temple. "Do you want to study?" "yes." "Have you ever studied before?" "I read some..." "Who did you learn from?" "I learned it from my father." "What have you learned?" "Philology, Exegesis." "How do you like it?" "like." As he said that, Iori's desire to seek knowledge ignited. "Okay, I'll teach you to the best of my knowledge. What I don't know, you can ask other good teachers in the future!" In the storm, only this room was filled with the sound of reading and lecturing.Even if the roof was blown away, the master and apprentice duo seemed unmoved. It was still raining the next day, and it was still raining the next day. Finally, the rain finally stopped and the field turned into a lake. Iori took out the book excitedly as usual. "Master, come to study today too!" "I won't study today." "why?" "Look at that." Musashi pointed to the turbid current. "A fish in a river cannot see the whole river. If you are stuck in a book, you will become a bookworm, unable to see the living words, and human society will become dark. So have fun today ! I want to play too." "But, you can't go out today!" "Look at mine." Musashi lay on the ground with his hands as pillows. "Lie down too!" "Shall I lie down too?" "As you like, you can even stretch your feet as you like." "what to do?" "I'm chatting with you." "great!" After Iori finished speaking, she lay face down on the plank, her feet flapping like fish swimming in the water. "What are you talking about with me?" "This..." Musashi recalled the scene of his youth, so he talked with Iori about the "war story" that young people like. Most of what he said were the stories he recorded in "Genpei Rise and Fall".When talking about the decline of Genji and the heyday of the Heike family, Iori was full of melancholy.When Musashi talked about the time when it was snowing in front of Tokiwa, Iori's eyes flickered.Then Musashi said that Niu Ruo, the Zena King of Kurama, was taught swordsmanship by Tengu every day when he was in Sengzheng Valley, and finally became the leading master in the capital.As soon as Musashi said this, Iori jumped up and sat down again. "I like Yoshitsune." Then he said: "Master, do tengus really exist?" "Maybe there is... No, it's impossible in the world. However, the one who taught Niu Ruo swordsmanship should not be Tengu." "Who taught him that?" "It's the remnants of the Minamoto family. These remnants cannot openly appear in the Heike society, so everyone lives in seclusion in the mountains and forests, waiting for the opportunity." "Like my grandfather?" "Yes, yes. Your grandfather died of depression in the end. But the remnants of the Minamoto family gave birth to Yoshitsune and grasped the situation." "Master, I will also replace grandfather. Now is the time. Are you right?" "Uh-huh!" Musashi admired Iori's words, hugged Iori's head, and raised Iori to the ceiling with his limbs. "Hey, boy, aspire to be a great man in the future!" Iori was as happy as a baby, and was tickled by Musashi, laughing hehehe. "Dangerous, dangerous! By the way, master, you are like Seng Zhenggu's tengu. By the way, tengu, tengu, you are a tengu." Iori grabbed Musashi's nose from above, and the two of them romped together. Four or five days later, the rain still hasn't stopped.Finally, the rain finally cleared up.The entire wilderness was swallowed by the flood, and the turbid current was not easy to recede. Under this natural law, Musashi had no choice but to indulge in poetry and books. "Master, you can go out now." This morning, Iori ran into the sun and yelled. After another 20 days, the two of them were finally able to carry their hoes to the cultivated land. They stood there, looking around. "what!" They looked blank. It turned out that the land they worked tirelessly had disappeared without a trace.There were only some big rocks and sand left. Originally, there was no river in this place, but now there are several small rivers running over these big and small rocks with all their strength. —Fool, lunatic. The mocking voices of the natives came to Musashi's mind. They had known this day would come. Iori looked up at Musashi, not knowing where to start, and stood there silently. "Master, it's not working here, let's leave it alone and find better land elsewhere!" Iori expresses her opinion. Musashi did not agree. "No, if the water from here can be diverted to other places, it can still be irrigated into good farmland. I have observed the terrain from the beginning, and since I have decided on this place—" "But what if there is another heavy rain?" "We use the stones here to build embankments from the hills to this side, so that we can prevent the next flood." "It's a lot of work." "This is our martial arts gym. Before I witness the wheat earing here, I will never back down any more." They diverted water, built embankments, and moved rocks.After dozens of days, dozens of pings of fields were finally reclaimed.But after another burst of heavy rain, it turned back to the river bed overnight. "No! Master, this is a waste of our energy, and it is definitely not the best policy." Even Iori has a problem with Musashi. However, Musashi did not want to change the farmland and move it elsewhere. He continued to struggle with the ensuing turbid current, and continued to build the same fortifications. In winter, there were several heavy snowfalls.When the snow melted, the cultivated land flooded again.After January and February of the new year, the sweat and hoes of the two people did not succeed in reclaiming an inch of land. After the food was finished, Iori went to Tokuganji to get it.It seems that the people in the temple did not have a good face, because when Yizhi came back, his expression was gloomy. Not only that, but Musashi completely surrendered.He no longer took the hoe, just stood and looked at the cultivated land flooded by the turbid current several times, silent all day long, meditating alone. "correct!" Musashi seemed to have discovered a new road, and muttered to himself: "I used to uphold a political view when dealing with land and water conservancy. I completely followed my own strategy and only thought of moving mountains and seas." He continued: "This is wrong. Water has its nature, and soil has its nature. People should follow the flow. I only need to be the servant of the water and the protector of the land to succeed." He changed the previous reclamation method.Change the attitude of conquering nature and become a servant of nature. Therefore, during the next snowmelt, although a huge turbidity current gathered, his arable land escaped the disaster. "The same principle applies to politics." Musashi realized this truth. At the same time, such a sentence was recorded in his travel brochure. ——Do not go against the road in everything.