"The night dew smells of tea, and I drink tea under the moon. The breeze blows among the leaves, and the nectar enters my heart..."
"Witness the Lord God! This kind of 'tea' is indeed fragrant and sweet when you drink it. Although it is not as strong as the scented tea from the plateau, and it is not as peaceful as the priest's sacred smoke... it has a different taste, making people feel as if they are in the clouds~"
The setting sun gradually faded, and the bright moon rose from the east mountain, illuminating the fleet on the seaside. The warriors on both sides had been facing off for a day, and now they were relieved and began to make fires and cook meals across a river.
And just by the river, a bonfire was brewing a copper pot, and the pot was boiling with water from the Ezo stream. Zuwaro and Morino Kiyoshi sat opposite each other, each holding a porcelain cup. The monk soldier Shiba Rongdong was kneeling in the grass.
, carefully ordered the group tea and filled it for the two of them. Although Zuvalo couldn't understand the technique, he found it very pleasing to the eye and seemed to have its own set of rules.
"Sen, you, the samurai who orders tea...seem to be different from other samurai, a bit aristocratic?..."
"Ancestor, you are indeed very discerning...Rongdong is a descendant of the famous Shiba family, and his grandfather is the chief minister of the government, Shiba Yilian...and the Shiba family has taken the wrong path every time during the continuous turmoil of the shogunate...but he is only thirty years old.
In a matter of years, the Shiba clan has declined from being the most powerful of the three leaders to being the puppet of the various guardians of the great names..."
"Buddha has mercy! When the Shiba clan was strong, he had always been close to our Omi business group and our Tendai sect. That's why he entrusted this child to our sect. In fact, when it comes to the origin of blood, Echizen's position of guardianship should have been Shiba
The Yi Lian branch... It's a pity that the Asakura family is rising day by day... If this child is released from the mountain gate, I'm afraid he won't live long!..."
Morino Kiyoshi sighed. Only in front of Chief Shantao, who was far away from Heguo, could he tell the secrets of the brutal struggle of the Wu family so frankly.
From Watanabe Masumi of the Ryuzoji family to Shiba Eito of the Shiba family, there are countless heirs of the samurai family who have taken refuge in famous temples. This close connection between the temple and the samurai family is the key to the politics of Japan.
Unique characteristics. These samurai families are monks when they are born, and inherit the clan when they enter the world. No one knows what the future will look like. And compared with the Echizen claim of the Shiba family, the sibling disputes of the Ryuzoji family are nothing at all...
"Rongdong, don't be afraid! This generous golden chief is my nobleman. Perhaps, he is also your nobleman!..."
Morino Kiyoshi stretched out his hand and gently patted the trembling Spo Rongdong. Zuvalo's eyes flashed, and he heard Morino Kiyo's unfinished meaning, and he was obviously thinking about it.
With the current strength of the Kingdom in the West Sea Continent, it is naturally impossible to intervene in the political disputes within Kazuto. But with the help of the power of gold, the strength of the Kingdom and the Jiaoren tribe will continue to grow until a long time in the future. Maybe...
"Ancestor! You are an extraordinary person, not only because of the inheritance of blood and gold, but also because you can win over warriors and control the hearts of warriors! ... I believe in your wealth and force, and I also see the vitality in your eyes.
Ambition and the future…”
"I just hope that you will not be an enemy of the Oyizaki family in the future! After all, we can always find a mutually satisfactory direction and bring about mutual joyful benefits! This is the incredible thing about Buddhism..."
At this moment, Morino Kiyoshi opened his mouth with a smile, which inexplicably gave Zuvalo the feeling of a shaman sage. He was silent for a moment and did not make any promise. He just glanced at the monk soldiers who ordered tea and responded with a faint smile.
.
"Sen, this copper kettle is good, leave it to me! But this ceramic tea cup is too fragile... In the cold and icy north, it won't survive!... You'd better take it away!..."
"Hmm...ok!"
Mori Yeqing pondered for a moment, looked at the unaware Spo Rongdong, and nodded slightly. After receiving the results of the test, he felt a little disappointed and a little relieved. It seemed that the Shantao chief had indeed not invaded and
He has no intention of intervening in the power struggle within the country.
Forget it, let the descendants of the Shiba clan continue to stay in the sect! What the future of the Asakura clan will be is not necessarily certain. Even if the Asakura clan prospers, it will not be really good for the descendants of Shiba in this temple.
Be ruthless?…
"Ancestor, respected Golden Chief! The moon has risen, and our deal has been completed. Although I really want to continue drinking tea with you under the moon and discussing the past and the present... But it may be difficult for the samurai of the Uyizaki clan to spend the night here peacefully...
So, farewell!"
Morino Kiyoshi stood up and bowed respectfully at ninety degrees. Then he took off the folding fan from his waist and gave it to Zuvarro, smiling.
"People in the Tang Dynasty folded willows to say goodbye...but there are no willow trees here, so I will take this folding fan from Kyoto and give it to you as a farewell gift! After the autumn harvest in October, I will bring my fleet to the north again.
, continue trading with you!…”
"Okay! Sen, since you gave me a gift, let me give you one too! This is the obsidian necklace of the main god priest. When you wear it, you can get divine blessings and make your journey smooth!..."
"Oh! Such beautiful glazed pearls really made even the Buddha happy when he saw them! The craftsmanship of this carving is really extraordinary! ... Then I would be disrespectful! ..."
Morino Kiyoshi put on an obsidian necklace and Zuvarro put on a folding fan. The two looked at each other and both showed hearty smiles.
In this gold trade, Zuvalo only paid a "mere" two hundred kilograms of gold in exchange for two pieces of silk clothing, more than fifty cattle and horses, dozens of craftsmen's apprentices, four hundred stones of rice, and the ability to arm two hundred warriors.
Armor, weapons to arm a thousand tribesmen, enough salt to feed thousands of people for several years, and two large ships!…
Of course, what makes Zuvalo most ecstatic and full of joy is that the kingdom has obtained eight real master craftsmen! As long as these master craftsmen are transported back to the kingdom, they will bring back top technology and truly advanced skills from the big island in the West Sea.
!
"Blessed by the Lord God! It seems that the freeze in the far north has melted... If the kingdom's subsequent support fleet goes to sea in May, it will probably arrive in June or July?... Well, take a look at how many ships there are this time.
If the ship can arrive smoothly... then I can send two ships to send a group of craftsmen, cattle and horses to the Shenqi Island chain and the far north coast!"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "May the Lord God bless you! Bless the warriors of the kingdom, cross the waves of thousands of miles, and reach the West Sea smoothly!..."
At this moment, Zuvalo's heart was filled with the turbulent sea, the difficult island chain, and the blessing of the Lord God! But Morino Kiyoshi's thoughts were much simpler. At this moment, there was only a golden light in his mind
, a vast golden sea!
"Buddha! One gold trade in Ezo is a huge wealth of 223 kilograms of gold! This is a full 20,000 guan, a real income of 20,000 guan! The income from this trade is worth the entire rice house, which lasted for five years.
Total profit!…”
This time, Morino Kiyoshi brought a total of five shiploads of people and goods. Two shiploads of cattle and horses were exchanged for 23 kilograms of gold. One shipload of craftsmen was exchanged for an astonishing 60 kilograms of gold. The remaining two shiploads of rice and military supplies were exchanged for
I got 50 pounds of gold back!
In addition, the 50-jin deposit for opening up the North Korean trade route and the 40-jin deposit for the sale of two large ships were all exclusive to him, Morino Kiyoshi, which was another huge amount of unimaginable wealth!
"223 pounds of gold, 20,000 coins! Merciful Buddha! How many people in the entire country have seen this much currency? It's still heavy, shiny gold!..."
"Of course, the more than 130 kilograms of gold from the five ships of cargo need to be shared with the Uyizaki family. Excluding one-third of the cost of 'writing it in the ledger', the remaining profit will be divided in half...that is, 45 kilograms will be shared with the Uyizaki family.
Gold! Well, these golds will basically be exchanged for goods. In addition to large quantities of rice and military supplies, expensive tea and wine, there are also even more valuable 'silks, porcelain, tea sets, famous swords, famous bows'... I think Oyezaki
The whole family will definitely be happy to provide more valuables for the famous treasures from Kyoto!"
"Even excluding the Uyizaki clan's share and the actual small cost...this time the Ezo gold trade, the profit to Yonewu is a full 140 kilograms of gold, more than 12,000 guan, and a 100,000 stone fiefdom
annual income!…”
Such huge profits stimulated Morino Kiyoshi's eyes. Even when he returned to the deck of the flagship, his mood was still ups and downs, and his whole body was trembling. You know, even the always luxurious Sakai Port businessman can take it all in one go.
There are not many people who can offer "ten thousand guan" in currency!
In other words, just one gold trade in the Ezo land made him the most powerful "rich merchant" in the entire War! Such an astonishingly profitable trade can only be compared to the Ming Dynasty's Kanhe trade, right?! But
The prospecting trade in the Ming Dynasty only happened once every few years or even ten years. But the gold trade in Shantao happened twice a year!
"Buddha! Such a profit of more than four times is still settled in currency... Which businessman can be so crazy and desperate to sacrifice one's life for righteousness has always been the most difficult Buddhist teaching. But there is no way to sacrifice one's life for profit.
Unfavorable 'greed'!..."
"Mr. Xinguang, I finally understand what you said before you died! Guangguang is too young to grasp such a big plate! Even I could barely accept it... and what followed was even more shocking.
I alone, not even the entire Miwu, can handle the profit..."
"Witness the Buddha! In order to capture such a huge benefit, I must skillfully bring in the power of the Tiantai Sect, the power of the samurai families along the way, and the power of the Omi business group to achieve a balance of bundled interests!..."
The tide rose in the evening, carrying three large merchant ships, slowly heading south. And more than two hundred Uyizaki warriors, abandoning the messy baggage, crowded onto the ship. Only then could they relax their vigilance.
After a day's rest, I was able to escape from the imminent threat of the mountain warriors.
During this meeting, Morino Kiyoshi, who was in charge of the transaction, saw the gold of the Yamata people in his eyes. But in the eyes of these warriors, they could only see those terrifying Yamata warriors and archers across the river! So many!
The original plan for the return trip was to have five empty ships carrying people, but Morino sold two of them, so he had to surrender to the samurai of the Uyizaki clan. Just for the gold, everything was worth it.
Morino Kiyoshi directly and generously promised that when the next fleet comes, Yonewu will give out one tsunami to every samurai who participates in the escort!
"Long live! Long live rice!.."
Exciting cheers rang out from the three ships, shattering the waves heading south. The veteran Kudo Shigeyasu did not cheer, but stared blankly at the Shiribetsu River in the distance, just like the vast northern Ezo land.
It's like saying goodbye forever!
"After this trade, the Shantao tribe in the north will only become stronger! And the swords, guns, bows and armors traded will inevitably flow into the hands of the Shantao people's Ezo vassals, arming the originally weak Ezo people...
In the future, will this vast, cold and magnificent mountain river still belong to the Uyizaki clan? Is it possible that it still belongs to the Uyizaki clan?…"
"Buddha who can see the future! Could it be that the future destiny of our family is just like this turning corner... Will it be driven by gold that it will completely turn south and jump into the quagmire of fighting between the Wu family again?..."
The sea breeze blew by, and the bright moon gradually hung high. Kudo Shigeyasu looked up at the bright moon, as if he saw Takeda Nobuhiro's smile before he died, mysterious and elusive. He sighed deeply and read out a Tang poem, but it was
Bai Juyi is the one I am most familiar with.
"Thousands of miles of clear light cannot be thought of, and adding sorrow only adds to the hatred that wanders to the end of the world. Who has been marching outside Long for a long time, where can we say goodbye in front of the court?..."
"Ezo is far away and will never be seen again. But the light and shadow of Honshu Mutsu's sword will be seen by future generations after my death!..."
