Traveling with Indra

Ashura caught up with Indra, and seeing that his brother was in a bad mood, he couldn't help but start to comfort him. Ashura would try his best to help, and things like this that required communicating with many people were left to him.

"Brother, let's take a bath together, like when we were little."

"..." Indra thought to himself, are you five years old? But seeing his brother's expectant and cautious eyes, he nodded and agreed.

They were frank with each other, as if the barriers of the past few years had disappeared. Indra looked at Ashura's happy smile and talked about his imagination of tomorrow's market, with a slight smile on his lips.

"Stop talking, your voice is broken."

"Brother, I want to drink mint honey water too."

"I made a pot of wine. Father's voice is a little hoarse. You can take it over."

"Brother, go by yourself."

“…” Indra frowned slightly. He didn’t want to see his father now.

"Okay, I'll go." Asura sighed. He was really in a dilemma.

"Ah."

Yuyi, who was not far away, heard this and felt like he was slapped in the face. Indra has always been very caring. He took good care of Ashura and was a very good brother. He shared the work with himself and was a very responsible person.

Another voice in his mind said: [But this is only for his family. He is too harsh on his disciples. Ruling the Ninja Clan in such a cruel way is tyranny! He should change his ways and get rid of those thoughts.]

Ashura brought honey water to his father and knocked on Mingluo's door. She had been teaching everyone to weave bamboo in Ninja Sect these days. But after knocking several times, no one answered.

"Mingluo? Mingluo?"

Asura stretched his head to make sure no one was inside, then pushed the door open and took a look. Twenty sets of pulleys were placed on the table, and Mingluo had already left. "I knew she would slip away."

She will definitely not come to set up the stall tomorrow.

—The next day—

The morning light falls, covering the verdant bamboo house, and the big red lanterns hang high, which are bright enough even without lights on. There are stalls on both sides of the street, selling everything from needles and thread to carts and livestock. Whatever you need, you can buy it here.

The aroma of food wafted through the streets, so tempting that the people coming to the market could hardly walk. They were already rushing here, so how could they resist the smell?

The breakfast shop was immediately surrounded by people and became an instant hit thanks to its aroma and taste!

Indra knew at a glance that Mingluo's pockets would be bulging. 20% of the revenue from the bamboo art and food at the market would belong to her for three months. If the villagers wanted to use these skills to open a shop, 3% of the profit would belong to her every month for five months.

This is also because... None of the villagers in the Ninja Clan were willing to pay the tuition fees in advance, and chose the second payment method provided by Mingluo. When the bill is settled three days later, those people will probably regret it.

Indra quietly looked at the bustling street he had built, and figured out why Mingluo was unwilling to come to the Ninja Sect. This place might not be as good as he imagined. There were many unsatisfactory things, especially... the people here. Too many people were used to reaching out and taking other people's things.

They take public property as a matter of course, but this won't work in the long run. If they let their greed grow, they'll get into trouble.

Ashura stayed at the lost and found office. Customers came in waves. One lost his hat, another lost his handkerchief. Even after children knew that there were candies here, some of them took the initiative to come and "turn in" that they had lost something.

Cry if you don’t give me candy!

Asura was so worried that his head hurt. He realized that he had indulged the children too much, which led to the fact that the spoils were not evenly distributed. Even if he was good at dealing with people, he couldn't handle a dozen children.

"Oh my, my candy has been eaten. Give me money." A cute voice came from outside, teasing and lazy.

"Huh?" Asura saw Mingluo carrying a backpack and was about to say hello, but then he saw her bending down to scare the children.

"What did you eat? Five cents a piece." Ming Luo stretched out her white and tender fingers, holding a jar of candy. "How much did you eat? Do you want to buy more?"

"Big brother gave us food..."

"correct."

Ming Luo saw the kids trying to escape, so she blocked the door and continued to ask for money. "I'll find you for food. It doesn't matter if you don't have money, your parents will definitely have it."

"嘤——"

"There's no point in crying. You'll have to pay the price for eating too much candy."

"Woo~"

"You're crying because you know mom and dad are nearby? Okay, cry loudly."

The little baby suddenly stopped crying and looked at Mingluo with sobs, as if he was looking at a peerless devil.

Mingluo smiled like a wolf grandmother, telling the children that it was okay to have no money, they could just work to pay off their debts. Do you see this big house? Each person cleaned a floor, and the one who cleaned it clean got a piece of candy and could leave.

"Really?" Upon hearing that there was candy to eat, a dozen little kids widened their eyes.

"Guaranteed." Ming Luo shook the sugar jar and promised with a smile.

Asura stared at Mingluo blankly, she dealt with so many naughty kids by herself, her eyes sparkling. Now they won't come to ask for candy anymore, and they won't cry if they don't get candy.

"Asura, there has to be a limit to being a good person, otherwise... you will do something bad." Ming Luo handed him the candy jar, her black eyes full of scrutiny. "Now... can you be a good supervisor?"

"I can." Ashura nodded carefully and took the sugar jar.

Mingluo went to the market. She wanted to exchange some fruits, nuts, rare herbs, and hard-to-find wild vegetables. There were a lot of wild vegetables and mushrooms in the back mountain of the Ninja Sect, but there were basically no fruit trees.

She picked out the things she wanted and got quite a lot. When she passed by Indra who was on duty, she smiled gloatingly. "Working overtime~~ You've worked hard."

This looks like a big asshole who is showing off to his colleagues who are working overtime even though he has the day off.

"..." Indra's middle and ring fingers moved, and he glared at the bastard who said he was afraid of people with his Sharingan, and he was furious.

Let them help sell the pulley!

Finally I went down the mountain to play!

Aren't you afraid of people? Why did you come down here?

Of course, Indra would not say these words. He pursed his lips with a resentful look. It was she who proposed this market, but in the end she left them all behind.

Ming Luo knew that she had gone too far, so she shook the basket to reveal a lot of things inside. "Don't be angry, I harvested some Gastrodia elata today, and I stewed a chicken for you and left half. Tomorrow... I'll bring it down, okay?"

Indra's anger was extinguished again. This was a strange feeling, and he snorted in dissatisfaction and passed by her in a huff.

"Ah!"

Indra walked away five or six steps, and vaguely heard a muffled laugh, and his cheeks couldn't help but blush.

I am actually angry?

How immature.