Inuyasha: A Different Kind of Dog General

What's more, being able to develop the dog tribe in the former leopard cat territory must be the most fulfilling destination for these old people.

After the population of Shanya City and the security issues in the eastern border were roughly determined, a red sun rose in the sky.

The morning light penetrated the carved window lattices of the study, flowing and jumping among the mountains of rice paper, giving the strategic deployments with the ink still wet a layer of golden halo.

"I still need help. It's too tiring to handle it all by myself."

Douya rubbed his temples lightly, and the figures of Yakumo Yukari and Yagi Eirin appeared in his mind.

Both of them are wise men who can plan and strategize, but the former's mind is difficult to predict. Douya is always worried that he will fall into her calculations if he is not careful, and be sold out by Zi and still count money for her.

The latter is still missing, and it is unknown whether he has discovered that Kaguya Hourai is a guest in Yamaya Castle.

"Speaking of which, Kaguya has nothing to do all day, it's time to assign her some errands."

People cannot be idle. Once they are idle, they will easily find trouble for themselves.

Thinking about how this guy actually instigated Mei to eavesdrop yesterday, Douya realized that this Moon Princess who looked like a thousand-year-old homebody was actually restless at heart.

Perhaps it was this playful nature that had not been worn down by time that allowed her to never lose herself in her long eternal life.

Just as Douya was lost in thought, the door of the study was gently pushed open.

Mei, whom he had been secretly thinking about, walked in with her slender feet wrapped in cloth shoes, holding a feather duster and humming a tune.

When Mei saw Dou Ya was still in the room, she let out a soft cry, hurriedly put away her casual attitude, and resumed her usual dignified demeanor.

"Master Douya~"

Mei called out shyly, her voice carrying the sweetness unique to young girls, as pure as the melting snow in early spring.

In her clear eyes, Douya's profile was reflected, outlined by the morning light.

And when her eyes inadvertently passed over the faint kiss mark on his collar, the tip of the girl's ear was instantly dyed with the crimson color of the sunset.

Douya looked at the pink-haired girl who looked like a ripe peach. The morning light shone through her thin clothes, outlining her increasingly graceful curves.

Having experienced the infinite beauty of a woman's teeth, her Adam's apple rolled and her voice became a little deeper than usual.

"Mei, come closer. Why are you standing so far away? I won't eat you."

He smiled and asked, "Are you the one who cleans the study?"

"Ah."

Mei walked up to Dou Ya, quietly put the feather duster behind her back, and unconsciously tightened the handle with her fingertips.

When she mustered up the courage to look up and meet Douya's eyes, the heat in those golden eyes made her immediately drop her eyes, and she felt like there was a lively rabbit in her chest.

She was very familiar with this kind of burning gaze - those insect monster Taoist priests on Penglai Island who coveted her back then used such explicit gazes to stare at her inch by inch.

But at this moment, this heat made her ears feel hot, and she inexplicably felt a secret joy.

(I don’t hate fighting teeth.)

This feeling has been quietly settled in the depths of Mei's heart like moonlight since the day she witnessed the wedding of Dou Ya and Ling Yue Xian Ji.

The bright moonlight illuminated the newlyweds' clasped fingers, while her hand hidden in her sleeve quietly clenched the corner of her clothes.

I am happy that my beloved Lord Douya has found a good match, but I also feel a slight pain in my heart because of the unexpressible throbbing in my heart.

"You've worked hard every day. How about walking with me from now on?"

Douya's voice was filled with an irresistible tenderness, and his large palm had already covered Mei's slender wrist.

Without waiting for the girl's response, he applied a little force with his fingertips and wrapped the soft hand in his palm. The wind he created when he stood up ruffled the rice paper on the table.

Mei lowered her head to look at their interlocked knuckles. The warmth from Douya's palm was being transmitted through her skin, causing her to bite her thin lips, her eyes welling with spring water.

The threshold of the study room cast a slanting shadow in the morning light, and when their sleeves passed by, a few grains of floating dust were startled.

The inner city and east city of Shanya City are the core areas where the powerful and influential people of the dog tribe come and go.

On both sides of the bluestone-paved streets are mansions with carved beams and painted rafters.

Because the shell that He Chenghe had taken earlier was currently under renovation, there was nothing worth seeing.

The South City area is completely different - within the towering walls, dozens of warehouses stand neatly like silent guards, and the old fir trees emit the fragrance of pine resin under the scorching sun.

The dog soldiers holding spears stood on the watchtower, casting sharp silhouettes on the watchtower.

Only patrolling soldiers were marching in formation on the streets, the sound of their iron boots stepping on the bluestone slabs was regular and heavy.

Guarding the South City warehouse where strategic materials such as food and weapons are stored.

Continuing south from Nancheng is the vast planting area planned by Douya.

The rolling mountains of the past have been razed to the ground by the Dog King with his tremendous demonic power, turning into endless fertile plains.

Douya also drew water from three rivers in the west to create a crisscrossing irrigation network on the plain, nourishing every inch of land.

As the morning dew begins to break, thousands of farmers, working as family units, have already stepped onto the frost-covered ridges of the fields, sickles in hand, and walked into the golden sea of ​​rice.

These were all tributes from noble families and were considered as hard labor for the dead.

When Dou Ya and Mei strolled here, it was the brightest time of the autumn morning.

The autumn water flowing in the irrigation canal is like molten gold, crushing the rising sun into thousands of light points, weaving a flowing golden net among the fields that are connected in all directions.

Each square rice field is like a carefully polished bronze mirror, reflecting the azure sky and the drifting clouds.

When the morning breeze blows, the whole field ripples, as if liquid sunlight is flowing in the blood of the earth.

Occasionally, a flying bird would break the surface of the water, and the ripples would rearrange the golden chessboard, forming an ever-changing autumn totem.

Looking out from Douya, the heavy ears of rice rose and fell like waves in the autumn wind.

The golden rice waves stretch all the way to the horizon, connecting with the azure autumn sky.

In the near distance, farmers in short brown clothes and sickles were walking through the fields.

Everyone is proactive and has a satisfied smile on their face.

In this uncertain and chaotic world, having food to eat and a shelter from the wind and rain is a luxury that most people dream of.

They who once despaired and thought they were going to be eaten by the dog demon have now become die-hard supporters of the dog clan.

The rhythmic sound of clappers came from the threshing ground, and the newly threshed rice exuded a mellow aroma baked by the sun, intertwined with the fresh scent of rice straw.

A thriving and vibrant place.

This is the most abundant harvest season of the year for the dog tribe in the West.

Mei's amber eyes widened slightly, with an inexplicable light of shock flowing in her pupils.

She had been confined between the inner city and the east city for many years, but at this moment her vision suddenly broadened - everywhere she looked was the surging golden rice waves, gleaming like silk in the autumn sun.

An autumn breeze blew by, and thousands of rice ears bowed their heads together, making a rustling sound, as if the earth was singing softly.

Douya had already let go of her hand, and she held her hands to her chest with her mouth slightly open.

This overwhelming harvest scene is far more shocking than any rockery and flowing water in an aristocratic courtyard.

"Mei, this isn't bad for me."

Douya's smiling voice came from behind her ear, and Mei finally woke up from her dream.

She turned around suddenly, and the ends of her hair formed a golden arc in the autumn sun.

The girl's smile bloomed in the sunshine, more dazzling than the wild chrysanthemums on the ridges of the fields, and more brilliant than the new rice piled up in the threshing ground.

“This is the best!”

Her clear voice swept across the field on the autumn wind, startling a few sparrows that were stealing food.

All this reminded her of the harvest festival she had seen on Penglai Island, but it was a hundred times more magnificent than any scene in her memory!

People's happy smiles are so pure that they cannot be faked.

"Haha, I knew you would say that. Come with me and see."

Douya was extremely happy as he looked at Mei's joyful face, which was gilded by the autumn sun.

Mei followed behind him, looking around with her beautiful eyes flashing.

Here, shirtless men were shouting while carrying bags of grain, and the sweat beads rolling down their bronze backs reflected the sunlight.

Over there, a child with a pigtail was weaving grasshoppers out of straw, and his crisp laughter bounced off the earthen wall of the granary.

Occasionally, a farmer would look up and catch a glimpse of Dou Ya's figure, and immediately put down his sickle and kneel down respectfully on the edge of the field to pay his respects.

Their muddy foreheads were pressed against the ground, and their rough fingers were trembling slightly - they were extremely grateful and in awe of the dog king who provided them with food and clothing.

There were foolish troublemakers in the past, and the cruel public executions reminded them that God's grace was as vast as the sea and His power was as great as a prison.

Dou Ya just waved his hand casually, and the farmers dared to stand up tremblingly, but still kept their heads bowed, until the figures of the two disappeared in the depths of the rice waves.

As they walked forward, they came to the farmers' residential area.

Mei suddenly discovered that every few simple but tidy huts, there was a brick house, and many children with animal ears or tails were playing at the door.

"Half-demon?"

Mei gasped in surprise.

She saw a little girl with dog ears helping her human mother hang out the clothes.

Not far away, a young man with a cat's tail was mending a fence.

There was no gloom on the faces of these mixed-race people. Instead, they were filled with peaceful smiles, just like ordinary farmers.

"Are you stunned by this?"

Douya chuckled and ruffled Mei's hair, his fingertips lifting a few strands of hair that were almost transparent in the sunlight. "There will be many more things that will surprise you in the future."

As he spoke, a half-demon girl with rabbit ears happened to pass by carrying a bamboo basket with freshly picked carrots still covered in dirt.

The girl saluted the two men, her long furry ears trembling slightly as she saluted, and her rosy face looked pretty and charming.

Douya smiled and waved.

Such a kind attitude directly established the half-demon's status here!

At the beginning, Douya didn't know about the existence of the Half-Demon Village. Now the planting area is his experimental field for the coexistence of humans and demons.

Now, like the golden waves of wheat, it is harvest season.