Reborn Tokyo Golden Age

"watch out!"

Phew~, the snowball flying in the air crossed an arc and hit the head with the black velvet hat not far away.

Snapped! The snowflakes flew away~, "Damn it!", accompanied by a sound of anger, the figure under the black velvet hat shook his head. Scattered snow took the opportunity to slip into the collar, "Yeah" with a shivering exclamation, which made the companions not far away laugh.

"Come on, Nissan~"

"Haha, the boy from the Bai Chuan family is indeed a nerd, and the snowball mark on his hat is whiter than a rice stick."

The crowd watching the excitement also booed, there was this little girl next door who was clapping her hands to cheer up the boy, and there was a lazy man chatting in front of the door with nothing to do in winter.

The boy shook his collar, and when he heard the jokes from the crowd and the complacent look of the guy on the other side shaking his head, he grabbed a handful of snow and squeezed it again rather unconvinced, ready to start his own revenge.

"Xiaofeng, it's time for dinner."

Bai Chuanfeng followed the sound and saw that the woman in the crimson blue canvas kimono under the eaves was waving to him.

"Hay" Bai Chuanfeng threw away the snowball in his hand and clapped his hands. When he was about to go home, he still didn't forget to turn his head and shout to the target of his revenge, "Korataro, I will forgive you today, and I will not be so lucky next time."

After finishing his harsh words, Bai Chuanfeng calmly walked towards the door.

Well, I don't feel good today, it's definitely not that I can't beat Tiger Taro.

"Haha~" The crowd let out a burst of laughter, among which Kotaro's akimbo was the loudest.

Seeing Bai Chuanfeng's back with his head held high, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, those who didn't know would have thought that he had won the battle.

"By the way, the boy from the Baichuan family is not very good at fighting. But he is really good at studying. I heard that he is going to Tokyo to go to university soon?"

"Yeah, as expected of a nerd. That's Tokyo, a metropolis."

With Bai Chuanfeng's departure, the crowd of spectators gradually dissipated. While chatting, everyone lamented that the Baichuan family is going to be successful this time.

At this time, someone noticed Kotaro exhaling white breath, still holding his head proudly, and could not help but tease him.

"Hey, Kotaro. The Shirakawa family is going to Tokyo to study, so why don't you join in the fun?"

Kotaro became more excited when he heard these words, and regardless of the cold weather, he rolled up his wide kimono sleeves to reveal a pair of thick black arms. He shouted loudly, "I'm going to Tokyo to earn a lot of money, maybe Xiao Feng will ask me for help in the future."

Hearing what Kotaro said, the crowd burst into laughter again. After laughing, everyone quickly fell silent, occasionally accompanied by one or two sighs.

The last rays of the setting sun on the far horizon also quietly disappeared into the mountains. The whistling sound of the tireless cold wind blowing through the treetops is the only melody in this mountain village at night.

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"It's really warm." After returning home, he turned around and closed the thick curtain, the temperature of the fire inside the house made Bai Chuanfeng shiver comfortably.

Throwing down his velvet cap casually, he couldn't wait to climb onto the table. "Snap" a pair of chopsticks hit his paws that were outstretched halfway.

Looking up, my mother was looking at him with a smile, "It's not a good habit to eat without washing your hands."

"Ha~yi~" the tone was drawn out, and Bai Chuanfeng turned to the kitchen listlessly, to complete the fixed pre-dinner ceremony of Bai Chuan's family.

Although it was a basic habit in the previous life to wash hands before meals, but in the ghostly weather of howling north wind, who would like to put their hands into the icy water.

Besides, the whole village didn't have such a habit in this era, but Bai Chuanfeng's mother insisted on letting him do it.

As for heating, sorry, there is no such condition in rural areas.

I saw Bai Chuanfeng mumbling while disappearing into the kitchen. Hayato Shirakawa raised the corners of his mouth, which made his serious face look a little warmer.

It can be seen that he is in a good mood. Whether it is the bumper harvest this year or the fact that his son is about to go to a prestigious university, he has every reason to be happy.

Now it is very restrained to just raise the corners of the mouth.

As a wife, Kazuko knows her husband best. "The mood is very good."

"Well..." There was no son present, and he didn't have to pay attention to his majesty as an old father, so he smiled at his wife.

"How are things going?" Taking advantage of her husband's good mood, Hezi asked about the most important things at home recently.

Hayato Shirakawa restrained his expression and poured himself a glass of warm sake. "Although there are some twists and turns, it is mostly done."

After speaking, he raised his head and drank it down, and then let out a contented sigh. Kazuko also seemed to have fallen from the bottom of her heart, her shoulders relaxed slightly, and then quickly filled a glass of wine for her husband.

It is a joyful thing for my son to be admitted to university, let alone a prestigious school in Tokyo. Hayato Shirakawa, who has been an authentic farmer all his life, may not know what Meiji University means.

But Kazuko, who used to be a lady from a landlord's family in the old days, knows very well that although it cannot be compared with a super first-class school like the University of Tokyo, Meiji University is definitely considered a famous school.

As long as Xiaofeng can graduate smoothly, she might be able to settle down in a metropolis like Tokyo in the future. At least I don't have to be a farmer all my life in this remote mountain village.

However, Meiji University is equally famous for its high tuition fees. Unlike national universities, private universities have almost no tuition subsidies.

There are also national universities that cannot be compared at all, especially Meiji University.

In order to make up for Bai Chuanfeng's hundreds of thousands of yen in tuition fees, the family's rice, jewelry and kimonos handed down from Kazuko's family were all exchanged for money.

It's still a little bit close, there is no way for Shirakawa Hayato to go door to door and make up for it. He has been busy with these things recently, running back and forth between the mountain village and the town.

Although generations have been farmers in the countryside, it doesn't mean that Hayato Shirakawa doesn't understand the importance of going to university. In particular, his wife's vision is wider than his own, and she is right.

Hayato Shirakawa relaxed, ready to reward himself with another cup. When he looked up, he saw that his son had come out of the kitchen, and he was sitting upright, maintaining his father's majesty.

However, his reserve was destined to go to waste, Bai Chuanfeng didn't notice his father's expression at all. As soon as he came out of the kitchen, he couldn't wait to sit cross-legged in front of the low table.

"I'm going to start it." He folded his hands perfunctorily, and couldn't wait to grab a rice stick and stuff it into the miso soup in front of him.

It is said to be miso soup, but it is actually more like a casserole. In addition to the soup, there were vegetables, mushrooms, and even Bai Chuanfeng saw one or two pieces of chicken, which made his index finger twitch even more.

It is a traditional food of Akita Prefecture, rice stick pot. It has a history of hundreds of years. At the beginning, Bai Chuanfeng was not interested in such local delicacies. Most of the thousands of Chinese delicacies in his previous life were enough to beat the rice stick pot.

It's just that he had been hungry a few times, facing the rice stick pot in front of him again, he sniffed his nose, and it actually smelled quite delicious.

Alas, it is really too poor. It's not that this family is poor, but the whole village is poor.

Dark blue coarse cloth kimono, head wrapped in a white turban. Dark land, farmhouses with cedar bark roofs. When Bai Chuanfeng opened his eyes and saw this scene for the first time, if it wasn't for the difference in language, he almost thought he had returned to his hometown in the countryside in the 1970s.

In fact, there is not much difference, but the location has been changed to a neon sign.

Not to mention all kinds of dishes, vegetables and mushrooms are good enough to meet daily needs. But rice is enough, after all, it is the only thing that Akita Prefecture can afford. Oh, by the way, and sake.

"Xiaofeng, would you like some?" Kazuko shook the sake in her hand, the major family affairs had settled down, and she poured herself a glass in a relaxed mood.

Bai Chuanfeng, who was burying his head in the bowl of roasted rice sticks, raised his head upon hearing this, "Mother, I'm only a few months away from turning eighteen."

"Eighteen?" Hezi looked at him suspiciously, "That's still far from twenty, but what does it matter. When you are happy, you have to do happy things."

Only then did Bai Chuanfeng realize that the legal age of adulthood for RB people is still at 20 years old, which is still a bit behind the 18 years old of the Celestial Dynasty.

Without waiting for Bai Chuanfeng to respond, Kazuko took out another wine glass, poured sweet sake, and gently pushed it in front of him.

"It's okay to have a drink once in a while, it's also good for your body."

Bai Chuanfeng has been thin and weak since he was a child, which is why Hezi insisted on washing his hands before meals. If you accidentally get sick, with the conditions of the mountain village, it is enough for the family to toss for half a month.

Looking at the clear liquid in the wine glass in front of him, Bai Chuanfeng hesitated for a while, but still couldn't resist the temptation.

A glass of sake enters the throat, and the unique fragrance and sweetness of rice flow between the lips and teeth. His eyes lit up, good stuff.

"Hey, just one glass." Hezi seemed to have guessed his thoughts, and before he could say anything, he put away the wine glass in front of him.

"Tsk" Bai Chuanfeng smacked his lower lip with some aftertaste. Seeing his son's appearance, Shirakawa Hayato showed a smile in his eyes.

He felt that it was natural for a man to drink some wine, not to mention that in Akita in the northeast, three or four months of the year were spent in snow.

It's just that... Shirakawa Hayato glanced at his son's small body again, and he decided to play it safe.

"Although Kotaro is impulsive at times, he is still very reliable." After another drink, Hayato Shirakawa began chatting with his son about his upcoming trip to Tokyo.

It is now the middle and late March, and the school will start in early April. Because it is located in the countryside of Northeast China, Shirakawa Feng needs to pack in advance and arrive in Tokyo before the end of March.

In this small mountain village under the mountain, almost no one has ever been to the legendary metropolis before. However, with the development of the economy in the past two years, there has been a gap in the labor force demanded by big cities.

Find some work there, and the money in exchange for a day can almost catch up with the harvest of working in the fields for a month in the village. So one after another people began to defect to the big cities.

People here have never seen those legendary women, fine wine, and all kinds of new gadgets in their entire lives. They are dressed in a dazzling coat, and they are displayed in a variety of windows.

Not to mention whether you can afford it, at least you can always appreciate their colors and shapes, or smell their incense.

So as I received more and more descriptions of the rural people who went out from here, now bathed in the glory of the big city.

More and more people desperately wanted to leave the empty hulk that was about to sink and take the "city" train whose direction was unknown and which was already overcrowded.

Now Tiger Taro is about to become one of them. According to his past temperament, he should be the first group of people to leave here. It's just that his mother's health has been poor, and his father is a bad alcoholic who hardly stays at home, which drags his footsteps.

Now that his mother's health is getting better day by day, he can no longer bear the restlessness in his heart. Taking advantage of Bai Chuanfeng's going to study in Tokyo, he naturally wants to go together.

Facing his father's hint, and his mother's hesitant gaze, Bai Chuanfeng rarely acted as if he didn't care.

They have never stepped out of this mountain, and they have never been to Tokyo.

But I still want to find even a little bit from my decades of somewhat monotonous life experience, which can comfort my son's heart that he is about to drift away. Experiences like this are also good.

Even if Bai Chuanfeng doesn't need it now.

Human emotions are both simple and complex. Different languages ​​and customs are different, but they do not hinder mutual empathy.

In the dead of night, Bai Chuanfeng was still tossing and turning on the bed. Maybe it was the excitement about going to Tokyo, or maybe it was because of what my parents said.

In the end, he simply got up and opened the window. The cold air on his face made him shiver subconsciously. It also calmed the restless heart a little.

There is an arched snow cave under the eaves, which enshrines the tablet of the water god. This is also a custom here. There are such snow caves in front of every household, and the hostess will go in every day to pray for good weather and good harvests in the coming year.

The dark night is endless and silent, but the white snow is still clearly visible. The river not far from the house was covered with white snow, leaving only a shallow trace, just like his surname, Baichuan, a white river.

Speaking of which, my mother gave me my name, Maple, which enjoys red leaves in autumn. Autumn also means the season of harvest, and as a farmer, there is no better meaning than that.

People in the mountain villages live by farming, and they all rely on rice. But because of the geographical location, the fields here are basically terraced fields.

Looking around the rest, the field of vision is full of vast forests.

The howling cold wind woke Bai Chuanfeng from his fugue, and he closed the window to continue his dreaming career. At this time, there was movement at the door.

"Not asleep yet." The voice of mother and son came from the door, but she didn't open the door to come in.

"Hay, go to bed right away." For some reason, Bai Chuanfeng suddenly felt guilty of being caught alive by his mother when he played games late at night in his previous life.

"Pay attention to rest, there are still things to do tomorrow." The gentle voice gradually faded away, occasionally interspersed with a few words of conversation.

It turned out that they hadn't slept either. Bai Chuanfeng lay on the tatami and sighed long.

Moon and Xingxi, the long night is long.

It's a holiday, and I won't go to work tomorrow, I wish you all a happy holiday!