Transcendent of Type-Moon Gensokyo - Chapter 1270
Chapter 1270
Ai lowered her head and whispered.
Sentaro picked up the small basket and took a final look, especially after the kimono on her body, turned around resolutely and ran down the mountain.
“I’m a very good child. Even if he was born in this village of gods, he would have doubts about unreasonable things.”
A voice came from Ai’s side, and Ryogi stood there, watching Sentaro’s departure.
“Mr. Fall…”
Ai called him in a low voice. This was the name she got from him yesterday.
“It’s late at night, love… you’re going to sleep.”
“Yep.”
Ai responded in a low voice, but didn’t make any movement, she still leaned against the narrow bird’s eye view.
“Don’t worry, I will always be here with you, so sleep at ease.”
“Thank you, Mr. Luo…”
Ai raised her head and glanced at Liang Yiluo. Although she didn’t know who he was, why he came here, and why he wanted to talk to herself, Ai was really grateful to him. Without him, she would have frozen to death. It’s in the ice and snow.
The small door was closed, but a gap was left. Love lay in a small space, even in the deep mountains of winter, it was still warm and groaning comfortably.
Liang Yiluo glanced at his sleeping little face, shook his head and closed his eyes, standing there not knowing what he was thinking.
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In this way, time passed slowly, and without interference from foreign objects, six years passed without knowing it. From that day on, a boy named Sendaro appeared in front of the bird’s eye view on time every day. Love prepares food. If the weather is bad, he will prepare a few more days for her to stay.
However, although Love has eaten the rice for many years, Liang Yiluo is like saying before that she wants to live a good life. After Sendaro sends the meal, she will also prepare exquisite food for her, but love She is indeed a very gentle girl. Even if she is used to eating Liangyiluo’s delicacies, she still won’t throw away the hard rice **** sent by Sentaro, and will swallow them with white water every day.
That was the heart of Sendaro and her parents, and Ai didn’t want to waste them.
If this development continues, this may be a somewhat tangled love story, but under the control of an invisible big hand, in the year when Ai was thirteen years old, there was finally a change.
Item 0174
“This year’s harvest is not good again.”
A middle-aged man sighed. He squatted down and grabbed the rice under his feet. With just a light touch, the rice ears were like a mountain of salt that collapsed when they touched it, flying away with the wind.
These ears of rice are dead, lacking in nutrients, and even in autumn, there is no way to get rice that can be used for food.
“Taxes will be collected soon, but we have almost no taxes this year and last year.”
The middleman’s face was very ugly, he angrily grabbed a handful of rice ears planted in the ground, and threw it towards the sky fiercely.
“If it doesn’t work, hand in all the grain stored in the village, as well as some bran rice, join the good rice, and see if you can get confused.”
“Mr. Village Chief.”
The middle-aged man was startled when he heard the sound, and greeted respectfully when he saw the person coming.
As the oldest and most prestigious person in the village, the head of a village is very prestigious in this era.
“But… if we turn in all the grain in stock, how can we spend this winter.”
The middle-aged man’s wrinkled face seemed to be more wrinkled, he said unwillingly, holding the rice in his hand.
“When the time comes, think of a way, even if you dig some bark and wild vegetables to deal with it, but if you don’t pay taxes, our village will probably be over.”
The village chief also sighed, his and the middle-aged man’s faces flashed with fear.
If the harvest is not enough, I am afraid that the officials will send soldiers over to capture their men as strong men. If there is a shortage of male labor, the village will soon be ruined.
They dared to kill a seven-year-old girl as a sacrifice to the gods, but they were afraid of the tyranny of mankind and the ferocity of soldiers. This was really ironic.
“Wow……”
A weak cry came, and the two men turned their heads and saw a woman carrying a child on his back, coaxing the baby with a sad expression on her face.
“That child is hungry…”
The head of the village, who has lived for many years, is very experienced, and he can see at a glance why the child is crying.
“But his mother has no milk, even if she is hungry, she can’t help it.”
The middleman shook his head helplessly. The lack of food prevents women from producing milk, and naturally children cannot feed them. There is no milk powder in this era.
“I don’t know what we did. It would make Lord Shanshen angry and let us encounter this kind of difficulty.”
The old village chief clasped his hands together and closed his eyes in prayer, but he did not help this year’s harvest.
Although this village is ignorant, these neighbors who have lived together for a lifetime are still very affectionate, and they are unwilling to look at those neighbors because they starve to death because they have no food, let alone such children.
After hearing the conversation between the village chief and the middle-aged man, Sentaro and his parents, who were doing farm work with their heads down, looked a little guilty, but they did not dare to raise their heads and let people find out what was wrong. They just lowered their heads and remained silent. .
Born in this village that believes in mountain gods, they also believe that mountain gods exist, and more or less believe that the reason why there is no harvest in the village now is because they have kept their love private and did not offer tribute.
But for love, they really don’t want to give up, don’t want to watch her die, so they can only hide her selfishly, tortured by guilt every night, watching the mother who can’t produce milk because of food, watching the mother who is hungry As babies become weaker and weaker, watching the elderly have to choose to die because of lack of food, leaving a small amount of food for younger people.
This is the status quo, the status quo brought about by their’selfishness’.
“Sentaro…”
Love’s father murmured, and a trace of unbearable flashed across his face.
“No, I won’t give up love…”
Sentaro’s face also flickered, but after a painful entanglement, he lowered his head and said with a trembling voice.
“From then on… I still have to ask you…”
Not daring to look at the baby crying weaker and weaker in the distance, Sentaro’s mother turned her head and said in a low voice.
‘Maybe… it’s better to leave here with love. ’
Looking blankly at this rice field where nothing could be produced, Sentaro thought of it unconsciously.
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The birds and flowers in the back mountain in summer are not at all the horror of blizzards in winter. The summer in the mountains is not hot at all, but it is refreshing.
Knowing the tweet, the flowers and plants rushed to bloom, stretching their vitality to the heart’s content.
It is the season of farming, and no one comes to patrol the back mountain. Liang Yiluo walks among the green grass with Ai, watching the small animals and the flying butterflies that run by among the green grass.