Chapter 53 Change

A few days later, before dawn, the vendors began their busy day. Outside the southern market of Konoha, many early-rising vendors had already set up their stalls, put out the fruits and vegetables that had just been picked and were still covered with dew, prepared the first tray of steamed buns and other breakfasts, and waited for customers to come.

Daisuke Kawabata is one of them. He is 30 years old and has been selling breakfast here for more than ten years. His business is booming because his buns have thin skin, rich fillings and low prices.

After finishing the preparations, Kawabata Daisuke picked up a large bowl and drank half a bowl of water in one breath. He stretched his body and said to the vegetable vendor next to him: "The weather will be very good today, but I don't know if the security department will come to the stall."

The vendor who was spraying water on the vegetables said without even looking up: "Humph, those people are just parasites in the village. They take the tax money we pay and in turn create trouble for us. I really don't know why the Hokage doesn't cancel their organization."

"Alas, there is nothing we can do. We are all just trying to make a living. There is no need to haggle with those red-eyed people. After all, the Uchiha are all a wealthy family."

"Heh! I just can't stand their condescending attitude. Why are they so arrogant? If you have the guts, go kill the Mist Ninja!"

"Shh! The person who said that a few days ago was beaten up and is now in the hospital. You better control your mouth."

Daisuke Kawabata hurriedly dissuaded his friends, saying that they were all low-level vendors, going out early and returning late every day just to earn a hard-earned living, so they should just endure it if they could, and there was really no need to conflict with law enforcement officers.

After a while, Kawabata Daisuke, who was sitting on a stool, brightened up and called out, "Master Hayama, what would you like to eat today?"

Ye Shan got up early, and although he didn't sleep for long, he was full of energy and exuded the youthful vigor. When he heard the stall owner's greeting, he smiled and said, "Same old, two vegetable and mushroom buns, two beef buns, and a bowl of rice porridge."

"Okay, take a seat first, it will be ready soon."

Ye Shan nodded, sat on a low stool, placed the dagger in his hand on the spotlessly wiped table, and waited for breakfast to arrive.

Recently, Ye Shan would eat breakfast at this stall every day, because the buns sold by the boss had the taste of his past life that Ye Shan missed. Besides, he didn't just go there for the food, but also wanted to observe whether the Uchiha clan would adopt his suggestions.

Just as Ye Shan was leisurely eating buns, four young men in strange clothes swaggered into the middle of the stalls occupying the road. They wore neat shirts with the words "Konoha City Management Office" written on them, wide-brimmed hats with the Konoha logo printed on them, and loose black pants on the lower body. It was the dress of the city management uniforms that Ye Shan described.

The leader glanced around, recalled the content of the training in the past few days, and waved his hand gently. Immediately, someone behind him shouted loudly: "Come on, come on, stop what you are doing, there is something to announce."

The vendors had no idea who these people were, but since they were neatly dressed, they seemed to be the managers of the village. They walked to the stalls reluctantly, stared at them, and waited for them to announce something.

Inaba Kamesaburo, who usually stole things and was looked down upon by his neighbors, had never enjoyed so many fearful and respectful looks. He couldn't help but feel a little flattered. He clenched his right fist, put it to his mouth, coughed, and said, "I have three things to say. Everyone, listen carefully. I will only say it once!"

"First, from now on, remember the faces of the four of us. This street is under our control. No one else can stop us. Do you hear me?"

The vendors looked at each other and replied sparsely: "I understand..."

Inaba Kamesaburo frowned, and the paparazzi next to him immediately shouted, "Haven't you eaten yet? Louder!"

"Got it." This time the voice was indeed much louder.

Inaba Kamezaburo nodded in satisfaction, and then said: "The second thing is that everyone must come to me every day to pick up a copy of the Fire Country Daily. This is given to you by the Uchiha clan for free. There is no harm in reading the newspaper more often on weekdays."

"The third thing is, every day at 10 am and 4 pm, you can go to the Uchiha Foreign Affairs Office on the Nanhe River to get coupons, first come, first served, while supplies last."

At this point, the vendors were completely confused. They had no idea what a newspaper or a coupon was, but they didn't dare to ask in person. They could only keep it in mind and think about taking a look at it in their free time.

"Okay, let's get started!" Inaba Kamesaburo said in a good mood as he experienced the pleasure of showing off in front of others for the first time.

Ye Shan saw everything and admired Uchiha Fugaku's execution ability. It had only been a few days, and the Naruto world version of the urban management appeared under the other party's organization. From this, it seemed that it would not be long before the hatred of the vendors would be transferred to these urban management, and the Uchiha clan would only need to hide behind and wait to reap the benefits.

"Lord Hayama, what is a coupon?" asked Daisuke Kawabata.

Ye Shan swallowed the bun in his mouth and said, "I heard that it can be used as currency, with different denominations, and it is very popular."

Kawabata Daisuke rubbed his hands excitedly and said, "Then I'll let my wife go and get it later. Haha, thank you, Master Hayama."

"fine."

After eating the buns, Ye Shan picked up the dagger and walked to the training ground, intending to start his daily training. No matter at any time or place, one's own strength is the most reliable thing, and Ye Shan understood this early on.

.......

Time passed bit by bit, and in the blink of an eye it was summer again, and great changes had taken place in Konoha Village.

First of all, the flow of people has increased a lot. Without the obstruction of war, the number of merchants coming and going has obviously increased, bringing a large amount of tax revenue to Konoha Village. Those who don’t know would mistakenly think that Konoha Village is a commercial village rather than a militarized village.

Secondly, the pain brought by the war disappeared from the faces of the villagers, and everything seemed to be thriving.

Of course, the biggest change was the villagers' reputation for the Uchiha clan. After several months of hard work, and with the Uchiha clan's wealth, the villagers fell in love with the justice-seeking, wealthy Uchiha clan. For a time, the security department received countless silk banners, and Uchiha Fugaku was so happy that he couldn't stop smiling.

As for the money that was distributed, the Uchiha clan didn't care at all. You know, a large area of ​​land in the northern part of the Land of Fire was the private fiefdom of the Uchiha clan, and they were not short of money at all. This amount of money was just the mining fee from digging a few shovels.

If you have mines, you can do what you want.

Unfortunately, Ye Shan's proposal to establish a 'Ninjutsu Development and Reform Committee' was rejected. According to Uchiha Fugaku, it was rejected by several stubborn elders in the clan.

After all, civilian ninja groups are still not favored by all parties, and there is nothing that can be done about it. In the minds of the powerful ninja clan, it is better to train a few ninjas within the clan instead of spending effort to train ninjas from other clans. After all, the Uchiha clan is not short of geniuses.

In any case, the stubborn, arrogant and rude image that the Uchiha clan left to the villagers has been changed, and Yeshan has also repaid part of Uchiha Fugaku's kindness of taking him in.

However, what Ye Shan didn't know was that an undercurrent was surging in the village, and he was about to lose something important again.