On the way to the small Bushi, I fell asleep, and occasionally listened to the same car people still discussing the bran in Hell Valley. The small Bushi that was about to go, although because of the high-speed rail, greeted the surge of people from Tokyo every day. But it is still a quiet place, almost unsettled. For years, the town has been famous for its chestnut products, vegetables and flowers. To this day, it still has these prides and refuses to be crowned with the crowd. It still hopes that as an ordinary town, it can keep its own private life.