Chapter 220 Angry Minato

An ordinary two-story building stands in the late winter snow. The building is grayish white in color without any fancy decoration. There is a wide road on the east side of the building and a few withered willow trees on the west side. It looks quite cold from a distance.

Two ninjas wearing Konoha's standard vests stood outside the east gate. They stood with their hands behind their backs, their backs straight, and their eyes staring straight ahead, with a barely perceptible pride on their faces.

A wooden board with black characters on a white background was hung at the east gate, with the words "Konoha Village Ninjutsu Research Association" written in large, neat and powerful letters on it. It was obviously a powerful department, but its presence was a little small.

It was evening, the wind and snow were getting stronger and stronger, the cold north wind felt like a knife cutting people's faces, but the two ninjas on duty remained as straight as pine trees, without relaxing at all.

The thick door curtain was opened from the inside. The two ninjas on duty perked up and glanced at him with their eyes, their expressions becoming respectful: "Lord Minato!"

"Well, you guys have worked hard!"

Namikaze Minato said with a smile, and then walked out of the door with two Konoha standard windbreakers in his hands, and put them on the two of them considerately: "It's a bit windy and snowy today. You can go get more high-calorie food after your duty. I have already made arrangements."

The two young ninjas felt their blood rushing to their brains, and their originally cold and stiff bodies instantly became warm: "Thank you, Minato-sama!"

Namikaze Minato waved his hand, looked up at the sky, and found it was gloomy and covered with thick leaden clouds. He relaxed his brows and said, "It's good that it snowed. With this snow, it will be another harvest season after the spring."

One of the ninjas echoed and continued, "Sir, please go in. It's too cold."

"It's okay. I'm not afraid of the cold." Namikaze Minato said warmly, "There is an important meeting tonight. You should be more careful. If you see the Hokage arrive, remember to inform him in advance."

"Ah?" The gatekeeper ninja exclaimed, "Will the Hokage come tonight? I heard that the Hokage was still intimidating the enemy at the battlefield of the Land of Grass yesterday."

Immediately, a deep feeling of joy surged into their hearts. They couldn't help but straighten their clothes and became more energetic.

After giving the instructions, Minato Namikaze turned and walked in. Opposite the door were hundreds of offices of various sizes. He walked lightly across the office area, walked up the stairs to the reception room on the second floor.

At this time, the small reception room was already crowded with dozens of people sitting or standing and talking. When they saw that it was Minato Namikaze who came, everyone did not dare to be negligent and all stood up and saluted.

Namikaze Minato narrowed his sky-blue eyes and quickly looked around, taking in everyone's expressions, then laughed and said, "You are too polite, please take a seat."

A man with simple clothes and a weather-beaten face seemed out of place in the reception room. The reason was simple: everyone else was wearing the dark green Konoha standard vest, but this man was wearing a light brown cotton jacket. Although it was clean and tidy and not rude, there were patches on one or two places, and the jacket looked quite old.

"Uncle Gongyan, are you used to living in the village these past two days?" Namikaze Minato took a step forward and asked the older man affectionately.

The old man named Gong Yan held Namikaze Minato's right hand tightly with both hands, nodded repeatedly and kept saying: "It's a habit. Everything in the village is good, but..."

At this point, Gong Yan's face turned red, and he seemed to realize that what he said seemed inappropriate and was unwilling to continue.

Namikaze Minato deliberately put on a stern face and said unhappily: "You look down on me if you don't say it, or you are dissatisfied with the village!"

Gong Yan blushed and said hesitantly, "Everything in the village is good, except that you have to sit down to poop. I have always squatted to poop all my life, and I just can't get used to it."

"Hahaha"

Friendly laughter instantly broke out in the reception room. Namikaze Minato smiled and pulled the other party to the first seat, motioning Gong Yan to sit down, and then said with a smile: "Mr. Gong Yan, you don't know that there is a squat toilet in the village, but it is quite far from the Ninja Association."

"I'm just saying it, there's nothing else I mean." Gong Yan said uncomfortably.

Namikaze Minato peeled an orange and handed it to the other party, and continued: "You don't have to be so restrained. We will all be a family from now on. If you have any good suggestions, feel free to give them."

Gong Yan swallowed a mouthful of orange and agreed repeatedly: "Hokage-sama is right, I will be a member of Konoha Village until I die."

After taking a bite of the orange, Gong Yan looked at the orange on the plate reluctantly, moved his lips a few times but said nothing in the end.

The careful Minato Namikaze noticed something and mistakenly thought that the other party wanted to eat the orange again, so he reached out and picked it up and handed it to Gong Yan. But Gong Yan swallowed his saliva but didn't eat it at all, but stuffed it into his pocket without anyone noticing.

But who are these people here? To be frank, they are at the top of the ninja industry, all elite jonin! Miyahiko's little moves naturally could not be hidden from their eyes. Uzumaki Kushina looked at Minato's face calmly, smiled and asked: "Old man, you don't have to put away the oranges, eat if you want, we will accompany you to eat."

Uzumaki Kushina is a very nervous person. She was gentle for once in a rare moment. You know, even Ye Shan would have a headache facing her.

Gong Yan smiled and hesitated for a moment before saying, "I won't eat it. It would be a waste if I ate such a good orange."

"What are you talking about?!" Uzumaki Kushina stepped forward, picked up the orange and stuffed it into the old man's hand, pretending to be unhappy and said, "It's just a few oranges. If you like it, eat more."

Gong Yan held the orange with his dry fingers, looked around and asked tentatively: "Can I take two back to eat?"

"My grandson is still young and has never eaten meat since he was old enough to understand. I want him to have a taste of this sweet orange."

Namikaze Minato's heart skipped a beat, and he forced a smile and said, "Just eat it, I'll get you more when you leave."

"I don't want it." Gong Yan shook his head, staring at the orange greedily, but said something else.

"I have lived for more than 50 years, but this is the first time I have seen every household have enough food for the winter. Some people even saved a few eggs for the New Year. Although oranges are sweet, our lives now are 10,000 times sweeter than oranges!"

"You have helped me so much. I have to repay the favor, but I really can't afford it."

"The village's farming ninja said something good: It is better to teach a man how to fish than to give him a fish. Today I took your oranges and they will last me a while. But who will my grandson ask for them in the future?"

At this point, Gong Yan reluctantly put the orange back on the plate, smacked his lips and said seriously: "If possible, I hope that the adults will spread the orange cultivation method so that all people like me who dig in the dirt can eat oranges."

Namikaze Minato nodded heavily, his eyes staring at everyone like a hawk, and said in a heavy tone: "I know that some people secretly complain about the agricultural assistance policy set by Lord Yeshan, and think that this is not what a ninja should do. No matter what I say to others, you guys can't say a word!"

"Ninjas are not only about fighting and killing! Ninjas should shoulder important responsibilities and be grateful! You guys..." Namikaze Minato pointed at a few people and said without disguising: "If it weren't for Lord Hayama's promotion, we would still be ordinary ninjas today! Next time I hear any rumors, don't blame me for abusing my power and sending you to assassinate the Tsuchikage and Kazekage!"

Some people looked directly at the furious Namikaze Minato with a clear conscience, but some others lowered their heads guiltily. Uzumaki Kushina gently patted Minato's shoulder, her eyes full of heartache.

Just then, the ninja on duty came in to report that the protagonist of today's meeting, Baiyun Yeshan, had finally arrived. Upon hearing this, everyone stood up and were about to go down to greet the Hokage.

"Who are you going to send to assassinate the Tsuchikage and the Kazekage, Minato? Let's see who has such great abilities?"

A mature and steady voice sounded with a hint of teasing. Namikaze Minato's face turned from gloomy to bright. He was about to speak, but he didn't expect that Miyahiko beside him suddenly scurried out like a rabbit.

When Yeshan brought Uchiha Itachi into the reception room, the first thing he saw was a head with sparse white hair hitting the floor, and then Minato Namikaze with a helpless smile on his face. He couldn't help but laugh.

Gong Yan knelt devoutly on the cold floor, hitting his forehead again and again, muttering: "Greetings to the Hokage-sama, long live the Hokage-sama!"

Perhaps in the mind of the old man who had never walked a hundred miles in his life, chanting "Long live, long live, long live" followed by prostrating himself was the most respectful etiquette, so he did it without hesitation.

Ye Shan quickly turned sideways, unwilling to accept such a gift, and took a side step to the other party's side, and pulled him up with force: "Are you Gong Yan? I have heard of your name."

An expression called excitement flowed from Gong Yan's face, and his eyes were shining with excitement: "Hokage-sama has also heard my story?"

Ye Shan nodded with a smile: "The story of how it took five years to open up the mountain and bring irrigation water to the village is now well known to everyone. Of course I know it."

"I dare not accept the power for nothing. If the Hokage hadn't sent the ninja to assist, my village would have been wiped out by now."

Two and a half years have passed, and Ye Shan's eyes have lost some of their high spirits and become more mature. If you look closely, you will find that a few wrinkles have appeared at the corners of his eyes.

Since ninjas have strong resistance to cold, Yeshan did not wear extra clothes and still dressed like a ninja going out on a mission. The only difference was that he was wearing a Hokage haori.

"Alright, alright," Ye Shan patted Gong Yan on the shoulder and said gently, "Don't say 'Long live, long live, long live' in the future. If you live for ten thousand years, wouldn't you be a cuckold?"

"According to the rules, you, as a representative, have more power than the Hokage, so I should be the one to salute you."

Gong Yan waved his hands repeatedly, speaking in dialect in a hurry: "I dare not, I dare not, if the villagers knew about it, they would beat me to death."

"Hahaha"

Ye Shan laughed, took the other person's hand and walked towards the meeting room.

Namikaze Minato looked around and snorted coldly, "Remember what I just said! Don't think I won't get angry, and don't think that what you do is invisible to the world!"

"Everyone go to the meeting, don't keep Master Ye Shan waiting!"

After saying that, Minato Namikaze picked up the orange on the coffee table with one hand and the notebook with the other, and walked away without even looking at everyone, obviously still angry.