Chapter 2 Nakamura Family

  But Kazuko, who used to be a daughter of a noble family in the old Japan feudal system, knew very well. That Meiji University although it cant be compared with a top-notch school like the University of Tokyo, Meiji University was definitely considered a prestigious school.

  As long as Yuichi Nakamura can graduate successfully, he might be able to settle in a big city like Tokyo in the future. At least I don't have to stay in this remote mountain village and be a farmer all my life.

  However, Meiji University is equally famous for its high tuition fees. Unlike national universities, private universities have almost no tuition subsidies.

  Some of them are completely incomparable to national universities, especially Meiji University.

  In order to raise money for Nakamura Yuichi tuition of several hundred thousand yen, all the rice at home and the jewelry and kimonos passed down from Kazuko's family were exchanged for money.

  This is still a little bit close, so Nakamura Hayato had no choice but to go door to door to borrow money just to get enough. Recently he has been busy with these things, traveling back and forth between mountain villages and towns.

  Although he has been a farmer in the countryside for generations, it does not mean that Nakamura Hayato does not understand the importance of going to college. Especially with his wife vision its the right thing to listen to her.

  Nakamura Hayato relaxed and prepared to treat himself to another drink. When he raised his head, he saw that his son had come out of the kitchen. he immediately sate upright, maintaining his strict fatherly image.

  However, his pretense was destined to be in vain. Yuichi noticed his father's expression the moment he came out of the kitchen.

  "I'm going to start." He put his hands together perfunctorily, and couldn't wait to grab a rice stick and stuff it into the miso soup in front of him.

  It's said to be miso soup, but it's actually more like a casserole. In addition to soup, there were vegetables, mushrooms, and even one or two pieces of chicken that Yuichi Nakamura saw, which made him even more excited.

  This is Akita Prefecture's traditional food, rice stick pot. It has a history of hundreds of years. At first, Yuichi Nakamura was not interested in such local delicacies. In the past, there were thousands of world delicacies he has experienced, most of which were enough to beat the rice stick pot.

  After being hungry a few times, he once again faced the rice stick pot that was brought to him and took a sniff. It actually smelled pretty good.

  Alas, I am really too poor. It's not that this family is poor, it's that the whole village is poor.

  Dark blue coarse cloth kimono, head wrapped in white turban. Dark land, farmhouses with cedar bark roofs. When Yuichi Nakamura opened his eyes and saw this scene for the first time, if it weren't for the difference in language, he almost thought he had returned to his hometown in the countryside in the 1970s.

  In fact, it's not much different, just the location is changed to Japan.

  Not to mention various dishes, vegetables and mushrooms are good if they can meet daily needs. There are enough rice tubes, after all, it is the only thing Akita Prefecture can get. Oh, yes, and the wine.

  "Yuichi, would you like some?" Hayato shook the wine in his hand. With the important matters at home settled, he poured himself a glass in a relaxed mood.

  Yuichi Nakamura, who was immersed in the roasted rice sticks in the bowl, raised his head when he heard this, "Mom, I'm still a few months away from turning eighteen." "

  "Eighteen?" Kazuko glanced at him doubtfully, "That's okay. You are still far from twenty years old, but what does it matter. When you are happy, you should do happy things."

  At this time, Yuichi Nakamura remembered that the legal age of adulthood for the japanese people was still twenty years old, which was still a long way from the eighteen years old in the U.S.

  Without waiting for Yuichi Nakamura's response, Kazuko took out another wine glass, poured some sweet wine into it, and gently pushed it in front of him.

  "It's okay to have a drink once in a while. It's also good for your health."

  Yuichi Nakamura has been thin and weak since he was a child, which is why Kazuko insists on him washing his hands before every meal. If you accidentally get sick, the conditions in the mountain village are enough for the family to suffer for more than half a month.

  Looking at the clear liquid in the wine glass in front of him, Yuichi Nakamura hesitated, but still could not resist the temptation.

  A glass of wine enters the throat, and the unique fragrance and sweetness of the rice flow between the lips and teeth. His eyes lit up, what a good thing.

  "Now, just one drink is enough." Kazuko seemed to have guessed his thoughts, and before he could say anything, she took away the wine glass in front of him with a flip of her hand.

  "Tsk" Yuichi Nakamura smacked his lips with some aftertaste. Seeing his son's appearance, Nakamura Hayato had a smile in his eyes.

  He felt that it was only natural for a man to drink some alcohol, not to mention that Akita, located in the northeast, has three or four months of the year covered in white snow.

  It's just that... Hayato Nakamura glanced at his son's small body again, and decided to play it safe.

  "Although Torataro is a little impulsive sometimes, he is still very reliable." After another drink, Nakamura Hayato began to chat with his son about the upcoming trip to Tokyo.

  It is already mid-to-late March and school will start in early April. Because he is located in the countryside of Northeast Japan, Yuichi Nakamura needs to pack his bags in advance and arrive in Tokyo before the end of March.