Naruto: Konoha’s Kanpu

The next morning, before 6:30 in the morning, the cold wind woke up.

At seven o'clock, I went to the Hokage Building to gather for the task, so the cold wind forced myself to sleep until eleven o'clock last night, otherwise I would definitely not be able to get up in the morning.

Han Feng turned his head and looked at the little brother who was still sleeping under the quilt. He didn't know what he was dreaming. The corners of his mouth were drooling. Voice: Hey hey hey.

A year's plan is in the spring, and a day's plan is in the morning!

Today is the second day of spring, and it is the most important time of the year, but my little brother is slumbering and wasting time, making the cold wind disgusting!

After leaving the bedroom, the cold wind took five minutes to wash up, and then went to the kitchen for food. Unfortunately, after the winter vacation began, the two brothers did not need to get up early for school, and Keiko naturally did not need to prepare rice balls and sushi in advance.

The cold wind was helpless, so he had to do it himself and gave himself a big bowl of wide noodles.

After eating whole, the cold wind saw that it was getting late, so he put on his ninja forehead and went out.

...

In front of the Naruto Tower, various ninjas came and went in an endless stream, those who received quests, and those who handed in quests. Although the number of quests was reduced due to the war, because Konoha sent a large number of ninjas to station outside, so the rest of the village Ninja, on the contrary, is more busy.

Oil Girl Zhihei stood in front of the Naruto Tower, waving to the passing ninjas from time to time. Although she seldom spoke, she seemed to have a lot of friends.

It didn't take long for Shishui, Yuyi and the cold wind to arrive.

"Come in with me."

Oil Girl Zhihei turned around and walked into the Naruto Studio.

Han Feng walked at the end, looking at the oil girl Zhi Hei's back, thinking of the conversation with the two old men last night.

As the most talented ninja of the oil girl clan, Hiruzen Sarutobi must value him very much. In any case, it is impossible to sit back and watch him be taken away by the roots!

From this point of view, the oil girl Zhihei is unlikely to be a child of two or five, but just in case, I still have to take it easy in the future.

Soon, a group of four came to the mission center.

On the first floor of the mission center, it was a rather spacious hall. At first glance, Han Feng saw dozens of ninjas with forehead guards, many of whom were wearing green vests.

Forbearance?

The cold wind immediately began to benefit everyone: "Mr. Zhihei, where is our forbearance?"

Oil Girl Zhi Heitou said without turning back: "Usually only the Chunin and above are required to wear a ninja uniform, but it's not mandatory, you don't need to worry about that."

"That's it." Han Feng thought about it too. Many of Konoha's Chunin and Shangnin didn't have the habit of wearing vests, such as the oil girl family.

After that, the old god of oil girl Zhihei was there and led them to line up, and it was their turn in about ten minutes.

The person who issued the task was an old man in his fifties, with Mediterranean hairstyle, sitting behind the desk with a loud voice, and asked, "What level of entrusted tasks are you planning to accept?"

"D-class mission."

The oil girl said to the underworld, "How many D-level missions are there in the village now?"

"Let me see."

The old Mediterranean man took a booklet next to him, turned a few pages, and replied, "There are four hundred and seventy-six, of which eighty-nine are in the state of receiving. Would you like to take a look first?"

With that said, the old man turned the booklet one hundred and eighty degrees and handed it to the oil girl Zhihei.

Oil Girl Zhi Hei didn't even look at it, she pointed directly at one of them: "That's it."

The old man retrieved the booklet, then began to register, and asked the person below to take the task scroll and give it to the oil girl Shiguro.

After getting the quest scroll, Zhihei, the oil girl, left the Naruto Studio with Han Feng and the three of them, and then threw the quest scroll to her niece, saying, "Let's take a look."

The oily girl Yuyi took it and opened it, and her delicate brows suddenly wrinkled.

"Yuyi, what's the mission?" Han Feng turned his head to look, and his face darkened after a while.

It turned out that the client of this task was a lonely old man. Because he was too old, he could not plant the fields, so he entrusted ninjas to help with the farming. As for the task commission, it was 10% of the harvest!

That is to say, after the cold wind three people planted the grain, and after five or six months, the grain is mature, they can get 10% of the harvest as a commission!

This Nima!

Cold Wind Three Corpse's mind jumped: This old man is too shameless!

Shishui looked depressed.

"Mr. Zhihei, did you do this on purpose?" Hanfeng looked at Zhihei, the oily girl, but unfortunately this guy pulled up the high collar of the windbreaker today, covering his mouth and nose, plus a pair of big Sunglasses and the ninja guard on the forehead, most of the whole face is hidden!

"What on purpose?"

Oil Girl Zhihei was a little puzzled, then took the scroll in Yui's hand and glanced at it, half-paid, he coughed dryly, and said, "Although it will take about half a year to get paid, but since the task has been accepted, it is necessary to Well done, let's go."

The three had no choice but to follow the oil girl Zhihei to the home of the lonely old man recorded in the scroll.

The lonely old man is more than eighty years old this year, living alone, old and weak, it is impossible to farm, and he can only rely on the village's relief funds to barely maintain his life.

The old man was overjoyed when he saw Zhihei, the oil girl, with three little ghosts, and without saying a word, led them to work in the fields.

The old man's field is in the south of his house, a few hundred meters away, about the size of a basketball court.

"Lord Ninja, this is the field."

The old man smiled and said, "Please, please reclaim this field first, and then plant food after the reclamation is complete."

The cold wind walked down the field and stepped on it. Although the temperature gradually warmed after the beginning of spring, the land in the field was still very hard. Reclamation at this time was a thankless task.

"It's too hard."

The cold wind looked helpless.

I thought that after graduation, I would be able to collect corpses, become an elite, and be promoted to the patriarch, marry Bai Fumei, and embark on the peak of life.

"It's better to use a fire escape to heat the frozen soil first, so that it is convenient for reclamation."

Shishui suggested on the side.

Cold wind's eyes lit up, this is a good idea, otherwise it would be too difficult to cultivate with a hoe!

The two of Hanfeng asked the oil girl Zhihei and the lonely old man to confirm that burning the soil would not cause the fertility of the field to be lost, but during the period, water must be brought in all the time, and fireballs should not be placed directly on the field, otherwise the field will be cooked!

After instructing the two of them, Zhihei, the oil girl, accompanied the lonely and widowed old man home, and left it to the three of Hanfeng.

The nearby fields have living water to draw, so they don't have to worry about this. What the two of them have to do is to warm the frozen soil of this field with fire.

Han Feng stood on one side of Tian, ​​and Zhi Shui stood on the other side of Tian.

Boom!

The two of them each spewed a one-meter-circle fireball, which collided in the middle of the field. In an instant, the hot flames swept along the field in all directions like a wave, and some of the weeds and dead leaves in the field were instantly flaming.

It's just that this temperature is obviously not enough to warm up the frozen soil in the field.

Han Feng suddenly felt a move in his heart, and hurriedly ran over to discuss with Zhi Shui whether to use the Tudun.

"You know how to escape?" Zhi Shui looked surprised.

Han Feng coughed dryly, feeling a little embarrassed and embarrassed to say it. In the eyes of the two old men on the Moonlight Well, Han Feng's Tu Dun was still 'teaching' by Zhi Shui.

"Actually, we have some ninjutsu scrolls in our house. After I read it, I wrote it down, and then I practiced it blindly. I will practice it." Han Feng said modestly in a low voice.

Zhishui nodded and said with a sincere expression: "Cold Wind, in fact, since you performed the Shunjutsu, I knew that your ninjutsu talent is very good!"

"Aren't you also good at body-shine?" Han Feng said subconsciously, and immediately reacted, looking at Zhi Shui with a look of contempt.

Zhi Shui smiled and said, "After all, I am the first genius of the family."

The two continued to talk about business, and finally denied Tu Dun.

Because the soil flow wall controlled by the cold wind uses chakra to condense the soil into stones, and the ninjutsu used for defense condenses the frozen soil into stones. How can Nima farm?

Helpless, the two could only use fire ninjutsu to slowly bake the frozen soil and divert water from time to time.

In just half a day, the chakra of Shishui was consumed by seventy-eighty-eight, and I had to sit down and refine the chakra.

The cold wind also pretended to show the expression that his body was hollowed out, and sat beside Zhishui with his waist.

"Although I'm tired, I seem to have a deeper understanding of how to use the Hao Fireball continuously." Zhi Shui's eyes lit up, "No wonder Mr. Zhihei wants to choose this task!"

The cold wind pouted: He prefers to believe that Zhihei, the oil girl, is a blind cat that hit a dead mouse.

The two chatted for a while

But suddenly it felt like something was wrong, and the two turned their heads to look at each other: Is it... something is missing?

Thanks to the book friend Weilian Chang'an for your reward and support.