Traveling with Indra

People are afraid because they don’t understand!

If you don’t know ghosts, you will be afraid of them, fearing that they will hurt you. If you don’t know someone with burns, you will be afraid of him, fearing that he is a bad person. The same is true for the fear of the ninja clan, because their powerful strength is enough to kill them easily, so... in the minds of ordinary people, the ninja clan members are like monsters.

"We can't guarantee that you won't suddenly go crazy and hurt them."

"We won't!" Asura said quickly, they would not hurt anyone.

"They don't know. Even if you explain, it takes courage to believe in someone." Ming Luo deeply understands that human beings have a lot of bad nature. People's hearts can be good or evil. Sometimes they will waver and even subconsciously do things that they don't understand. "Isn't there a saying in the world? The human heart is hard to predict."

"So... do you think that we should let everyone know about the Ninja Clan?" This was the first time Indra heard such a point of view. No one had ever analyzed the thoughts of the weak with him.

"I think... the Ninja Clan might be able to open a market."

"Market?" The tall follower Yamada poked his head out. He had never thought about this.

"What are you selling?" Ashura was curious, and then his eyes lit up. "Selling the food you made?"

"It's not that I can't." Ming Luo had no objection. She didn't have to show up but she could collect the money.

Ming Luo believes that if people come to the Ninja Sect and know what the people here are like, it will be helpful. If necessary, she can use chakra to help everyone do something, which can not only help the Ninja Sect generate income, but also bring them closer to ordinary people.

"That seems good!" Ashura couldn't help but his eyes lit up, so that everyone could participate.

Indra nodded slightly. Holding a market in the Ninja Sect could indeed generate income for everyone. Everyone had surplus food, and some unnecessary things could be exchanged, which was a good way.

Mingluo quietly added in her heart: [More importantly... it gives Otsutsuki Hagoromo something to do.]

If that guy has nothing to do all day, he will stare at his eldest son and find fault with him. When he doesn't have time to think about those trivial things, he will settle down.

Back at Xiaoyuan Mountain, Mingluo asked Indra to soak soybeans and Asura to thread the meat skewers while she started to prepare the barbecue sauce. Those people also helped today, so it was time to treat them to a barbecue meal.

"What about me?" Asura couldn't help but act coquettishly. He also wanted to eat delicious food.

"Tomorrow I'll treat you to a vegetarian roast goose. It tastes better than meat."

"Great!"

Indra's fingers paused, feeling that if he continued like this, his brother would be beyond saving. How many more dishes did he have to learn before he could drain Mingluo?

This expression of confusion rarely appeared on the face of the genius boy.

But this moment of daze only lasted for a moment, Indra quickly soaked 20 kilograms of soybeans and went to mix yellow mud. Mingluo said that she planned to burn some bricks and build an oven, so that she could bake a lot of snacks after it was done.

If this oven is useful, we should build one in the Ninja Clan's kitchen.

—The next day—

The two brothers came to work again, one was treading adobe bricks outside the cave, and the other was boiling soy milk in the kitchen. Ashura, wearing a straw hat, worked hard under the scorching sun to make adobe bricks, and then piled them up in the cave to dry. This way, there was no need to worry about sudden rain, as the adobe bricks would melt by themselves.

He was thinking about the vegetarian roast goose and felt a little hungry.

Indra was boiling soy milk in the kitchen, peeling off the thin layer of bean skin on top and hanging it on a bamboo pole to dry on a rack next to him. After the soy milk was left to stand for a few minutes over a slow fire, a layer of bean skin could be peeled off. He would peel off the skins in two pots until no more bean skins could be formed.

But the pair of Sharingans would fall on Mingluo's hands from time to time, watching her turn the bean dregs into meatballs, fry them in oil, and the tempting aroma wafted out.

Mingluo fried a plate and tasted it. It was crispy and fragrant, and tender inside. It was really delicious. The look in the back was particularly obvious, and she took the plate over with a smile.

"Taste it."

Indra was no longer embarrassed, so he picked one up and tasted it, and it tasted good. It seemed that whatever Mingluo made was especially delicious. "It tastes good."

"The bean curd dregs can't be wasted." Mingluo rolled up her sleeves and continued to fry the meatballs. She gave them half to take back. Tomorrow, Indra would probably catch prey for her again. It would be nice to have this kind of exchange every time.

"The tofu skin is ready, what else do you want?"

"Cut the carrots, bean sprouts, and fungus into strips and blanch them in water. Wrap them in the bean curd skin soaked in marinade, then steam them and fry them."

Indra started washing and cutting vegetables, and he also discovered the key points of Mingluo's cooking. If local food is kept fresh or eaten raw, then the dishes of Mingluo's hometown require each ingredient to be well prepared and then mixed together.

"Mingluo... my father is coming back." Indra remembered that he had received a message yesterday. It seemed that there was some progress, but not much. He wanted to talk about this, but Mingluo's focus was elsewhere.

Ming Luo replied indifferently, Liu Dao's return means there will be one more person to work. "That's perfect, your father should come forward to make this market more legitimate. He will be in charge of the overall situation, Ashura will be in charge of contacting the villagers, and you will be in charge of dispatching supplies. If there is anything, report to him, so that you don't have to do nothing every day."

Indra's Sharingan turned to the other side, and he squinted at the sunlight outside. When his long eyelashes were half-closed, he looked more delicate and beautiful. He felt that Mingluo's reaction was quite interesting. He learned from Ashura that his father had let him handle all the official business, and he showed an expression that his father was a bad adult, which inexplicably made him want to laugh.

[What? Your dad pushed the blame on your 12-year-old brother!]

[Is he a human?]

[So what if he's awesome? Your brother's expressionless face is caused by working too hard too early.]

[Look at aristocratic families, they don’t even become the head of a family so early.]

[My parents died early, so I have to do everything myself. Your father is still alive and well and lets his son do the work.]

[No matter how mature your brother is, he was still a child back then. If he didn’t have a job, he might have laughed for a few more years.]

At that time, Ashura's expression was also very funny, with words like 'my father made my brother lose his smile' and 'my father raised a child just to be lazy' written on his face. The two of them actually got together and stood up for him.

Indra's mouth curled up, and he wanted to say that it didn't matter, and that those things were not a burden to him. But the serious expressions on the faces of the two people who were indignant that their father skipped classes and exploited a 12-year-old child made him unable to say a word.

How strange!

Suddenly something seemed to let go.

They chattered for a while before Asura realized belatedly: [Mingluo…your parents passed away.]

[Shut up, I don't want to talk about it, it will make me sad. If you make me cry, I will beat your head off.]

Indra patiently kneaded the bean curd skin and dipped it in the marinade, watching the girl struggling with the oil pan over there. Is she so capable because...she has to do it herself?

[I suddenly want to know...why did you run away from home?]