Aztec Immortal Chapter One Thousand and Thirty-Two Five Years of Longevity, Hugely Profitable Trade in the Far North, and Fierce Raid from the Account Department!
Chapter One Thousand and Thirty-Two Five Years of Longevity, Hugely Profitable Trade in the Far North, and Fierce Raid from the Account Department!
The sea breeze blew across more than a thousand miles, from the bright red altar in the mountains in the south to the white ice fields in the deer in the north. The cold and hoarse prayers of the old grandmother had long since dissipated in the biting wind. And where the sea breeze fell, they came to a freshly iced road
On the closed seaside creek, landing on the five-masted ocean-covering ship, I heard another pious and hoarse plea.
"O God of Paddy Fields who eliminates evil! Please have mercy on your humble servant and remove the bad luck of the dead from me... O Guanyin in white who saves suffering! Please save me from this miserable voyage.
Come on!...Ah! Little Jin Shanshu kowtows to the gods!..."
The icy sea breeze froze the earth and the North Sea, and also froze the repaired and dilapidated shelter boats in the small rivers entering the sea. The boatman Jin Shanshu was wrapped in a blood-stained deerskin robe, kneeling on the cold deck, facing the two pieces of his
He kowtowed to the wooden sign of the god carved by his own hands several times. He murmured to himself, praying for good luck to "Shui Tian Fu", the shaman god in the Korean countryside, and to Guanyin Bodhisattva, who rescued people in distress.
Can go back alive.
In this era, Goryeo Buddhism, which was once flourishing, had withdrawn from the court under the pressure of the Lee Dynasty. Monks from various sects fled into the mountains and forests, barely maintaining the inheritance of their mantles, but they put down their once aloof attitude and became closer to ordinary people.
The villagers. In the Korean countryside, various shamanistic beliefs have continued and become more and more prosperous with the hardship of the people at the bottom.
As for the Korean Confucianism occupying the court at this time, only the second-class "Yangban" and "Zhongren" gentlemen are qualified to bow their heads and worship! Whether it is "King Wenxuan" Confucius or "Marquis Wenchang" Cui Zhiyuan,
Xue Cong, the "Hongru Marquis", has nothing to do with the second-class "common people" and "baiding", let alone the "untouchables" who are not human beings.
"Please! Paddy Goddess! Don't let the terrible man-eating barbarians catch up again! ... Please! Guanyin Bodhisattva! Let me survive the winter alive and go back alive! ... I don't want to die here and be
The devil will eat it!…”
Shipwright Jin Shanshu kowtowed repeatedly and cried until he had snot and tears. Then, all the snot and tears froze on his wrinkled and blood-stained robe, freezing into strips of ice.
The northern side of the Kamchatka Peninsula in November is already colder than the coldest period in Katsuyamakan! Not to mention Kim Sun-soo’s former hometown of Gyeongsangnam-do and the warm Sakai Port where he has lived for a long time.
As a skilled shipwright, his life after being kidnapped to the Kingdom of China was not a comfortable one, but it was at least a well-off one. It was not until two years ago that he was ordered by the monastery to board a sea-going ship and survive in the extremely cold North Sea.
Wandering... Only then did he truly know what it means to be on tenterhooks, what it means to be unable to sleep at night, and what it means to sleep next to the Tenth King of Hell!
"Hey! Mizuta Goddess! ... Last year, the voyage to the Tokai Mountains and Ezo tribes was pretty good... This year, when I came to the north of the North Sea, I encountered the snowfields and deer. That is the real food.
Life, Rakshasa evil ghost!... Not to mention the big waves that can swallow up ships, and the cold that freezes your ears off... Woo hoo! O Bodhisattva who saves the suffering! Please save me!..."
Thinking of the sudden attack on everyone not long ago, as well as the sailors from the same country who were captured by the deer barbarians in the snow field, the shipwright Jin Shanshu felt sad and cried even more sadly. I heard that these deer barbarians in the north will eat people alive!
And once eaten by them, wouldn’t it mean that they would fall into the realm of animals and not be able to stand up again in the next life?…
O Bodhisattva! The dangers and difficulties of this year's voyage to the far north were beyond his most terrifying imagination!
In the early spring of April this year, as soon as the ice floes melted, the shelter ship carried thirty crew members, sufficient food and cargo, and headed north from the Oyizaki clan's Katsuyamakan. Half of them were samurai, guides and apprentice sailors of the Oyizaki clan, and the other
Half of them are monk soldiers, shipwrights and skilled sailors of the big businessman Morino Kiyo. Naturally, Jin Shanshu is also a member of Morino Kiyo, and he is the most professional technician, a shipwright who can repair ocean-going ships!
The ocean boat first went north along the Huatai Peninsula and traded with the surrounding Ezo tribes, but the harvest was very small. Then, in mid-May, the ocean boat arrived on the opposite side of the Huatai Peninsula and met with a Shantao tribe.
We completed the transaction agreed last year and got a real Jurchen horse that can be bred with!
After switching to the big white Jurchen horse, the captain and captain of the ship, Murakami Jiichi, was overjoyed and opened two jars of rice wine. Everyone in the chartered fleet celebrated! That night, he drank rice wine and blushed.
It is rare to call Masumi Watanabe "Kun".
"Watanabe-kun! With this strong white-haired stallion, even if I can't exchange for any outstanding fox or mink furs on the next voyage north, I can finally give the family owner a "lucky life"
Got it!…”
"Oh! Blessed by the great Bodhisattva Hachiman! This big white-haired horse is as tall as a person at the shoulders!... Why not call it 'Gao Baiyun', or 'Big White Deer Hair'?..."
Watanabe Masumi, a monk soldier, looked at the big Jurchen horse as tall as a person, wishing he could get on it with saliva and ride on it fiercely. Unfortunately, Murakami Jidong just grinned and handed over the big Jurchen horse to a horse breeder.
Ichiro, the leader of the Maji team. Then, with a serious look on his face, he said to Masumi Watanabe seriously.
"Watanabe-kun, Buddha is witness! Samurai Yinuo, we agreed... This big Jurchen horse is dedicated to the master of the family, Mr. Nobuguang! As for the name and how to arrange it, it is naturally up to Mr. Nobuguang to decide!
…”
"Uh, okay! Samurai Yinuo!... We have also agreed that we must go to the far north ice field and exchange for truly excellent fox and mink furs so that I can give an explanation to the temple!"
"Well... let's continue going north! I was also entrusted by the family master to find the placer gold in the hands of the people in the far north..."
In late May, the ocean-covering boats sailed through the northernmost tip of the Huatai Peninsula and truly entered the extremely cold North Sea. Along the coast, they searched for small nomadic tribes for safer barter trade.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! In early June, they exchanged two female Yakut snow horses from a nomadic mountain Tatar Sakha people. The shoulders of this kind of snow horses are as high as
It's about 1.3 meters tall. Although it's not as good as the Jurchen horse, which is over 1.5 meters tall, it's still far better than the Kyushu horse, which is over 1 meter tall.
The biggest use of exchanging these two horses, apart from future breeding, is to allow the warriors on the ship to travel deeper into the snowfields of the north to find those nomadic extreme northern tribes!…
What followed was a full five months of searching and trading from June to October. The Zheyang ship stopped and went, turning from north to east, circling the coast of the Extreme North Sea, traveling three and a half thousand miles.
Circle. Most of the time, the ocean-covering ship docked at a river mouth on the far north coast, and then allowed the samurai of the Oyezaki clan to land and search for the Ewen tribe around the river.
The nomadic tribes in the North would always herd their herds from around one river to another. In fact, the grazing migration routes of each tribe had rules to follow. Regardless of whether they were grazing cattle, sheep or deer.
The lush water grassland along the river is always the most precious, and it is also a must-stop place!
For the Heguo Zheyang boat heading north, as long as it takes some time, you can always encounter the migrating Ewen people and horses around the river. However, the Ewen people are not a small tribe, and the Heguo warriors on the Zheyang boat
It was too little, and the food, wine, salt, and iron tools they carried were very eye-catching. They also needed to spend more time, avoid tribes that looked very big at first sight, and try to only trade with small tribes with dozens of people.
Just looking for it, off and on, many high-quality furs were traded on the ocean-going ships. There were many types of furs, including reindeer skins, bear skins, wolf skins, fox skins and mink skins... and the most precious among them was naturally as pure as snow.
The arctic fox fur and the gorgeous purple mink fur are simply peerless treasures that can make the ladies of Kyoto fall in love!
"Blessed by Hachiman Bodhisattva! Aha! Although the waves and fog on this voyage to the far north sea are treacherous, it is not as dangerous as the legend says! ... On the contrary, once these precious furs are transported back to Kyoto, they will...
Dozens of times, hundreds of times huge profits!…”
"Well...these horse furs are indeed pretty good...but there is no placer gold!..."
"Aha! Murakami-kun, we can actually return! If we return now, with the speed of the ocean-covering ship, we will definitely be able to return to Ezo before the freeze in November!..."
After exchanging precious furs, the monk soldier Masumi Watanabe was satisfied and had the idea of returning. At this time, Murakami Kidomi was a little reluctant. Before leaving, the head of the family carefully warned him to look for the placer gold for the transaction, but there was no trace of it.
no!…
"Buddha bless you! Mr. Watanabe, let's go further east and circle around the extreme northern coast! I heard from the local tribes that the northeast is the reindeer deer department. It occupies an extremely vast snowfield, and there are many legendary sacred mountains... They
I definitely have the best and better furs in my hands... maybe even more precious placer gold!..."
"...Okay! Murakami-kun, then I will accompany you on another journey!...However, we have to agree in advance that when we reach the peninsula on the east coast of the Far North Sea, we will return at full speed. I heard that the winter here can be
Frozen ice and stone, if you can't spend the winter here, you won't have a good life..."
At Murakami Kitichi's insistence, the ocean-covering boat continued eastward along the Far North Sea and arrived at the snowy coast occupied by the Kamchatka tribe. In the blink of an eye, it was October, and they encountered many scattered deer tribes one after another.
The spectacular herds of deer migrating on the snowy fields. Compared with the Ewen people's horse tribe, the deer tribe has a significantly smaller population. Most of them are groups of dozens or hundreds of people, and it is safer to trade!
Perhaps because they seldom trade with the outside world, these deer tribes have many fine furs in their hands. Although the population is smaller, they possess more Arctic fox and sable furs than the Ewen people in both quantity and quality.
The horse department!
Watanabe Masumi, the monk soldier, held the exquisite and moist top-quality fur and exclaimed excitedly. Murakami Yimichi, the ship's leader, also received two small bags of placer gold. Although it was only two or three kilograms, about 40 taels, it was not a small amount. At least it could be used to pay tribute to the head of the family.
Delivered.
You must know that at this time in the Republic of China, according to the Koshu gold price in Kanto, 1 tael of gold was worth about 4 guans of copper coins, and 40 taels was 160 guans. The approximate price of rice in Kanto was 0.7 guans per shi, and these two small bags of placer gold were 228
Stone rice, and it is not subject to loss by merchants, it is a real net income! And a lower-level warrior with a fiefdom of 50 shi can really get 40% of the land income, which is 20 shi of rice a year...
To put it simply, these 40 taels of gold are at least the annual salary of ten lower-level warriors! And the two bottles of wine used in exchange for the 40 taels of gold are less than 400 wen, which is a "mere" 400 times huge profit!
"Buddha bless you! These ignorant deer tribes have tamed so many reindeer and wandered in the endless snow fields, herding deer and hunting wild beasts. They don't seem to know the value of fur and placer gold at all. They just want a pot of warm water.
Rice wine and a bag of coarse salt for curing meat can be exchanged for a bundle of furs and a small bag of placer gold!…”
"Blessed by the great Bodhisattva Hachiman! Aha! Such a deal is really a blessing, a big blessing! ...But it's strange that they don't like our iron axes, and they actually think they are not as useful as the stone axes in their hands? Rice wine is very popular.
, for this hot drink, I am willing to give up as much skin as possible!…”
"Well, Buddha has witnessed it! ...These tribes in the snowy plains are really overly simple, and even a little silly!"
"Aha! Bodhisattva's blessing! Hiccup!...Since the tribe on Ezo Island is called Ezo, then these tribes in the far north snowfields might as well be called Luyi! Like those big deer with long antlers, silly Luyi!
belch!…"
"Luyi? Okay! It's really a blessing from the Buddha!... When I return to Shengshan Hall, I must report back to the family master! The Luyi trade in the far north can be done, it can really be done!..."
The first snow in October fell on the gray ground, gradually covering everything. Murakami Kitichi and Watanabe Masumi sat side by side on the bow of the boat, opened a jar of collected sake, raised their glasses and drank together in the sea breeze. They sighed with emotion.
The hardships and rewards of a voyage to the far north also impressed the simplicity and stupidity of the Kamchatka tribes.
However, they were high-spirited at that time, thinking about their achievements after returning to Shengshan Hall. But they never expected that in order to survive the bitter cold winter...for the wine that flowed out of the trade on the Zhaoyang ship, the more "simple" Chuko
The hunters of the Qi Zhang tribe have already driven their reindeer and big dog sleds down south from the snowy fields of the far north at starry night!
And these "simple" tent hunters did not bring any cumbersome fur goods. They just tightened the compound bows in their hands and brought bags of bone arrows, preparing to use more "silly" methods to obtain them.
They urgently need life-saving drinks in winter!…
So, in the middle of October, when the snow reached the top of our feet, the anchored ocean-going ships and the people in the fleet who landed to fetch water were finally caught up by the hunters who had been following them for a long time. It was an early morning that was too late to guard against.
, a group of twenty Chukchi hunters appeared at the end of the snowfield in the northwest. Facing the rising sun in the east, they saw the five-masted ship docked on the coast at a glance!
Then, Buddha witnessed! The groups of howling huskies, the rapidly approaching sleds, and the Chukotka hunters wearing winged leather armor and shooting fierce arrows became unforgettable for everyone on the ship.
