Chapter One Thousand and Fifty Thirty pounds of gold cakes, a rabbit enters a wolf's mouth, and it's caught alive!
"Haha! The Lord God witnesses! The leader of the big ship, give me the biggest horse in exchange! I will give you ten gold cakes, take it!..."
"Huh? What's your expression? You're silent, staring, motionless? Isn't that enough?...Then I'll give you another ten yuan!..."
"Hey! Captain of the big ship, your eyes are red! Don't you agree? Then I'll give you the remaining ten pieces! This bag of thirty gold cakes is all yours! That's right!
It’s all yours!…Haha! I only want that big horse!…”
In front of the camp in the snow, pieces of gold cakes, shining with the most attractive golden light, were piled up in a small pile. They were like the most generous gifts from Buddha, just like the golden fruits produced by the golden Bodhi tree.
!That dazzling golden light reflected in the eyes of everyone in the country, shocking their hearts, and seemed to be redeeming their souls!
Facing a total of thirty kilograms of gold cakes, Funaki Murakami's eyes were red, his mind was fluctuating violently, and he was speechless. This thirty kilograms of gold was placed in front of him. Although it was only a small pile, it was
In his heart, he is a huge wealth of 2,400 koku! And if this huge wealth is converted into rice, it will be more than 3,400 koku, which is enough to feed the two or three thousand Japanese people in the entire Minami Ezo land for a year.
rice!…
"Buddha! Thirty kilograms of gold!... If I can bring it back to Shengshan Pavilion... ah! That's a reward from the head of the family, Mr. Xin Guang!..."
Murakami Ji, the captain of the ship, stared at the red eyes, reflecting the golden light, and thought in his mind. Even at this time, what he was thinking about was to dedicate this gold to the family leader in exchange for his family status and position rewards.
!This shows the stubborn loyalty concept of samurai in Kazuto society and the inescapable master-slave relationship.
Watanabe Masumi, a monk warrior, stood nearby, looking at the dazzling gold. His heart was shaking and he felt unspeakable uneasiness. However, the color of gold was too dazzling, too dazzling, and it confused people's hearts... He was temporarily
He didn't notice the source of his uneasiness, and his mind was filled with longing and thinking about this windfall.
"Witness the great Bodhisattva Hachiman! If I had such a large sum of gold... I could return to the Ryuzouji family and regain the support of my elders! ... And no matter what, I could also recruit a group of pirates and regain a foothold in Kyushu.
!…”
"Witness the Lord God! The leader of the big ship, these thirty gold cakes are my greatest sincerity! What do you think, do you want to exchange them? ... No? If not, then I will put them away..."
Exploration captain Zuvalo smiled and waited patiently for a while. Then, he signaled to the kingdom warriors beside him to put away the gold cakes placed on the snow. Seeing this scene, the ship's captain Murakami Jidong,
Watanabe Masumi, the monk soldier, couldn't help but stretched out his hand at the same time and called out in a low voice.
"no!…"
“Don’t accept it!…”
The two of them looked at each other for a few breaths. Murakami Yimichi, the boat leader, his face darkened, his eyes turned red, and he scolded Masumi Watanabe.
"Watanabe-kun! The Buddha has witnessed that this is the head of the family's Jurchen horse! Even if it is exchanged for the gold of the clan leader, it is still the gold of the Oyezaki family!..."
"...Um."
Watanabe Masumi, the monk soldier, pursed his lips, thinking of the eight or nine Oyezaki family samurai under Murakami Yoshitsuki, and the eight or nine Korean sailors under his own... He was silent for a moment, nodded slightly, and took two steps back.
"Murakami-kun, you are right...you can make your own decision!..."
Murakami Kidomi's expression calmed down a little. He looked at the simple but powerful Shikabe leader, hesitated for a moment, until the other party looked unhappy and asked again, then he nodded with difficulty.
"Sukeichiro, go and bring that big Jurchen horse over!...Sukeichiro! Sukeichiro!!"
"Uh! Ah?...Yes! Yes! Murakami follows..."
Murakami Jitong shouted three times, and the horse breeder, Sukeichiro, was shocked and came to his senses. He reluctantly looked away from the piles of gold, then turned back three times at a time to go to the stable to fetch the horse.
Not just him, almost all the Japanese warriors and Korean sailors in the camp were attracted by the pile of gold placed on the snow, as if they were attracted by the scent of carnivorous flowers.
Like flies...
"Blessed by Bodhisattva! Blessed by Bodhisattva!... The adults are all stunned by the gold!... But after all, they are the northern tribes who came on reindeer, and they are barbarians who can eat people!..."
Behind the crowd, shipwright Jin Shanshu huddled among a group of North Korean sailors. Looking at the transaction scene ahead, his face was filled with worry. In his opinion, as long as these deer barbarians did not kill anyone, they would give it to them no matter what they asked for.
They just want to send them away as soon as possible. But now Lu Yi took out a pile of gold to buy horses, but instead let the team of the ocean-covering ship take advantage. No matter how you look at it, something is wrong.
"Old people say that suffering is a blessing, and you should be patient while you are alive... But now, the adults are taking advantage of these fierce barbarians... The white-robed Bodhisattva who saves the suffering! Please! Let me go back alive..."
However, the gold shipbuilder's low-pitched prayer was not heard by Murakami Yoshimitsu. He was just thinking in his mind, calculating how much more ship supplies this huge fortune of 2,400 guan would be able to buy for Shengshankan, and how much money he would be able to provide.
How many more samurai can the Oyizaki family have?
"Buddha appears! The Jurchen horse is gone. Next year, you can go to the other side of Huatai and go to Shantao tribes to exchange for another batch! But if you miss this sum of gold, it will be hard for even the Buddha to tolerate!..."
Murakami Ji's eyes were red, and he handed the reins of the Jurchen horse to Zuwaro's hand with one hand, and pointed to the gold cake on the ground with the other hand, asking two samurai from the Oyezaki family to put it away.
Zuvarro's eyes flashed slightly, and he nodded with a smile. He did not look at the gold cakes on the ground, but carefully looked at the Jurchen horse in his hand, which was as tall as a man. The horse squinted its eyes slightly, glanced at him, and looked at him from the nose.
He blew out a breath and then neighed twice in protest.
"Law! Law!"
"Well…"
Just as Zuvaro was about to reach out and touch the horse's back, he was sprayed in the face by the big horse. He touched his nose, temporarily suppressed the thought of teasing the horse, turned around, and gave a questioning look to the warrior captain Shi Jian.
Shi Jian nodded slightly and replied in the affirmative. Zuvalo then personally held the horse and walked quietly behind the warrior.
"Head of Shikabe, wait! Wait! Stop!... We have other goods that we can exchange with you!..."
Seeing Zuvaro holding the horse and turning around, he was originally watching the golden ship to honor Murakami Jitong, but suddenly shouted to stop. Zuvaro's heart was frightened, but his face was completely normal. He looked at Murakami with doubtful eyes,
But he saw the other party touching the samurai's Tsukiyo head and making a waiting gesture.
Then, Murakami Kidomi gave a few instructions to Suichiro. The horse breeder, Suichiro, happily ran to the simple stable, carrying two more straw bags, and trotted hard on the snow, arriving at Zuwaro's house.
Next to him. As soon as he got closer, the Jurchen horse let out a low cry and eagerly moved his head towards it.
"The one from the Deer Department has gold, the big boss! This one is for horses, peas. This one is for horses, too, soybeans!... This big Jurchen horse is picky about its food, so it must have bean food...bean food!
Food, beans for horses! We have it in the camp, and we can give it to you in exchange!… There are also ironware and wine…”
"Huh? God bless you!... These two bags of round beans... are they the new crops in the New World mentioned in His Majesty's prophecy?!"
Zuvarro handed the horse rope in his hand to the burly Xiong Da. Then he reached out and took the two bags of beans, took out a few of each and looked at them. One bag contained white dry peas, and the other bag contained white dried peas.
They are yellow dried soybeans. I don’t know if they are raw or cooked. I don’t know if they can be grown...
Thinking of this, Zuvalo took out two beans, put them in his mouth and chewed them while the Jurchen horse neighed in dissatisfaction. When he tasted the hard and jerky taste, his eyes lit up.
"Praise the Lord God! They are raw beans, they should be able to be planted!..."
"Uh... Mr. Shikabe, these beans are for horses... Of course humans can eat them too, but they have to be boiled with water... How about it? Do you still have gold? Do you want to exchange it?..."
"Haha! Good, very good, the Lord God has blessed me well!..."
Zuvaro smiled brightly, looked at the two bags of beans in his hands, and then looked at the eager horse breeder Sukeichiro. This rare horse breeder, now really "the rabbit comes into the wolf's mouth, and food comes to your door."
"Yeah. But it's good this way, so you don't have to take action later and accidentally chop him to death...
"The leader of the Deer Division? How do you say that?..."
The horse breeder, Sukeichiro, opened his eyes wide and looked at Zuvarro's expression expectantly. Zuvarro smiled honestly, reached into his arms and touched, and unexpectedly found another golden amulet! Then, he had a look on his face.
With a kind smile, he handed the golden charm into Sukeichiro's hand.
"Praise the Lord God! This piece is for you!"
"Ah! It's gold! It's really gold! What?...You mean, give it to me? Ah! Buddha! This gold cake belongs to me?!..."
Hearing this, Sukeichiro immediately opened his eyes wide, and tightly grasped the golden amulet of the Lord God with his right hand, as if he was holding his own wealth and life. He turned his head, looked at Murakami Yoshiichi's reaction, and made another half-man gesture.
The gesture. Murakami pondered for a while, nodded slightly, and the two of them burst into laughter. However, they were smiling and laughing, but their eyes when they looked at each other suddenly changed, and at the same time they showed fear!
"Sukeichiro! Be careful of Luyi..."
"Murakami follows...look to the left!..."
"boom!!"
The spear shaft struck hard and accurately hit the side of Sukeichiro's neck. He was shaken by severe pain, his vision suddenly went black, and he fell sideways into the soft snow. But at the moment of falling, his right hand was still tight
Holding the golden amulet in his hand, a command as cold as the cold wind came to his ears, but he couldn't understand it.
"Do it! Capture prisoners! Capture them alive!!..."