Chapter 153: The wealth of the kingdom, thousands of catties of gold, hundreds of miles of golden mountains!
"Haha! God bless you! Spicy and fragrant barbecue, this is the delicacy of warriors and priests! If you add vanilla, cocoa, pineapple and tomato, it will be the real taste of hometown!..."
"What? Chief of the ship, you said it's a shame to use such expensive spices for barbecue? Should they be used to cook porridge? Drinking delicious porridge, is that the taste of hometown?..."
The night was dark, and the bonfire was blazing. On the fire was roasted venison that was glowing with oil. The venison was sprinkled with a lot of fragrant powder, which was a very rare and expensive spice in Japan, which is located in the temperate zone.
Watanabe Masumi swallowed uncontrollably, ate shriveled pickled radish and drank light mixed vegetable soup with the alluring aroma, just like a real eminent monk from Tang Dynasty. But Zuwaro next to him was huge
While eating barbecue and drinking rice wine, I would chat with Watanabe from time to time about the hometown delicacies of the Lake Kingdom.
However, the herbs, cocoa, pineapples and tomatoes of Central America are naturally unimaginable to the people of the Old World in this era. For Monk Watanabe, the only delicacies he knew were rice, pickles and fish, as well as various
Porridge with vegetables and meat. After drinking two bowls of light vegetable soup, he finally couldn't help it and boldly came up with the idea of eating porridge. Even if it was just a bowl of thin millet porridge, it was from his hometown.
Delicious!
"It's cold and freezing, and people are exhausted... Since your Majesty eats meat and drinks wine, can you let us have some porridge? Just one bowl..."
"Huh? Porridge? What does porridge mean? Oh! Look at the shape of this glyph. Does it mean boiling rice in soup?...No! I want to send those rice and millet back to the Lake Kingdom as a witness to the... main god of the seeds! You say
What?! These rice can no longer be grown?...Why? It has been mortared and the shells have been removed?!...Damn it!..."
Seeing the leader of the Jiao people who was suddenly excited and had murderous intent on his face, Watanabe Masumi, a monk soldier, trembled in his heart and looked confused. He didn't know why the other party cared so much about whether rice could be grown. Could it be that in the hometown of the Jiao people in the East China Sea
, you don’t even have rice?…
"Watanabe-kun, this leader of the Jiao Ren is so fierce, what are you yelling about?..."
"Murakami-kun, he said that he wanted to take the rice back to his hometown, grow it there, and feed it to their great wizard... I said that the rice has lost its shell and cannot be grown anymore..."
"Ah? Buddha's blessing! So it's for this?... Ha! Watanabe-kun, at first glance, you seem to have never farmed before and don't know the details of the field..."
After hearing the conversation between the two of them, Murakami Jidong, the captain of the ship, grinned. Although he was beaten with a bruised nose and face, and was taken away from the ship, he heard that these barbarians would not kill them, but would only kidnap them to the south.
I cheered up a little. As long as people can live, there is still hope. The samurai in Ezo are more like villagers struggling to survive, but they don't have as strong a samurai culture as the samurai in the Kanto Plain. What kind of mystery do they care about?
"Tao", pursuing some mysterious "name".
"My Buddha has mercy! Except for a few bags of Yueguo rice shipped from Kyoto, the rest of the rice we brought was all brown rice with bran. And the millet shipped by Shengshankan was also bran-free!…
As long as the rice contains bran, it can be grown. It’s just a matter of few buds and too many buds!…”
In the Japanese nation of this era, even ordinary samurai ate millet with bran on weekdays. However, if you were given a salary during the New Year and could eat a meal of rice with bran, you were already a well-off family.
.This kind of brown rice with bran, slightly black in the white, was also given a nice name by Kazuto, called "genmai". The samurai could eat polished rice on a large scale, and they also got the footwear introduced in the Tang Dynasty in the mid-Edo period.
The "Tang mortar" was gradually replaced by the "water mortar" that used water power.
Before the emergence of the water mortar, pounding and shelling rice was a very laborious task for the villagers, and it also greatly reduced the already insufficient grain. What, you said that the chaff was used to feed chickens and pigs? I'm sorry.
, the country worships Buddhism and is not allowed to raise chickens and pigs. The bran is originally for farmers to eat. If farmers can eat bran vegetables without eating grass roots and leaves, and without starving to death in the fields, it is already a mercy of the lord! You can't use it.
The dietary standards of the peasants of the Celestial and Li Dynasties were used to measure the peasants of the Republic of China. The standards of the untouchables of the Li Dynasty were almost the same...
In short, most of what was brought on the Heguo Zheyang ship was brown rice and millet with bran. Although the germination rate of these rice is slightly lower, it can still be planted.
After listening to the story of Murakami, a land-farming samurai, Watanabe's sincerity suddenly dawned on him. He pursed his lips, then lowered his head and wrote a line of words under Zuvarro's gaze, trying his best to appease the leader of the Jiao people who had the power of life and death.
"Don't worry, dear sir! There is brown rice on the ship, which has a lot of bran, so it can sprout. The same goes for millet, which has a lot of bran, so it can be planted!…"
"Huh? God bless you! This big captain who is negotiating with me is actually a farmer? Tsk tsk, this is what the kingdom needs too!..."
Exploration captain Zuvaro touched his chin and looked at Murakami Jitsu, who stood straight and held his head high. The two looked at each other for a moment. Zuvalo narrowed his eyes and held the copper ax at his waist. Murakami then felt his whole body
Yilin lowered his head. Seeing the other person lower his head, Zuvalo smiled slightly, wrote on the snow, and asked about the other big boatman for the first time.
"Witness the Lord God! You, the leader of the big ship, come from the northernmost He tribe? What is your status in the tribe? Are you the tribe's warrior chief? Or a senior warrior?...Ah? Neither of them? It turns out that you have nothing in the tribe.
Status? That’s fine, then submit to the kingdom!…”
"...The Buddha's Dharma eyes are solemn, watching over you! I am the ship leader of the Oyezaki family! You and others took the family master's ship and killed our samurai... If the family master knew, hundreds of samurai would definitely gather and ride on the temple's
The big ship came over and killed all of you, including men and dogs!... However, I am compassionate, if you can let us go and let us leave by boat... I can make the decision and return the iron tools, wine, and horses.
Whatever extra food we have, I’ll leave it to you!… Just… let us take away the furs and ginseng…”
The captain of the boat, Murakami Yimichi, opened his eyes wide and pretended to be fierce, intimidating the leader of the gang. It’s just a man who is a knife, and I am a fish. He said it forcefully to the end, but he still accidentally showed his timidity. And what he said
, after a little polishing by translator Watanabe, it suddenly became literate, polite and modest.
"Your Majesty! Your Lord God has the power of thunder and fire, but also the kindness of gods and Buddhas!... The Uyizaki clan and the temple sent a caravan northward, neither spying on the land in the far north, nor having any intention of invading the tribe. The Uyizaki clan
Although it is small, there are still thousands of warriors. Even though the temple is far away, it can still gather dozens of large ships. It should not be insulted!... And we have brought wealth here, and we have always regarded peace as the most important thing, so that we can exchange for the unnecessary and useless furs of your department.
, complete what your envoy needs and is looking for..."
"God has the virtue of good life, and turns conflicts into friendship! If we both agree on a good terms and become brothers, let us leave by boat! Regardless of iron tools, wine, horses, food, you can take whatever you like...and if you let me wait,
Take away the furs and ginseng, and give some explanations to your family. Then when I come back next year, I will bring enough wine and property to sing and drink with you. Wouldn’t it be fun!…”
"Haha! Witness the Lord God! He can talk, but you can write... To put it bluntly, one is a badger pretending to be fierce, and the other is a coyote pretending to be stupid. They cooperate and treat me like a rabbit and a mouse.
Deceit... what is this called? According to His Majesty, this is... it is... Oh! Complicity!..."
Zuvaro laughed heartily, looking at Murakami Yimichi who was trying to straighten his chest and showing his fierceness, and then at Masumi Watanabe who was writing carefully and showing respect. However, he knew in his heart that the two of them had just
He was captured and surrendered. He couldn't believe a single word of what he said!... After a moment, he finished reading this densely packed vertical text, shook his head leisurely, and showed a sincere and simple smile on his face.
"Witness the Lord God! Do the He tribes in the north only have a few thousand warriors?... Our kingdom in the lake has hundreds of thousands of warriors, millions of people!... And my team of 100 people is just the vanguard of the kingdom from the west! There are many more to come.
warriors, many ships, thousands of them!…”
"You can't imagine the wealth of the kingdom in the lake and the respect of the status of warriors! The kingdom's military merits are awarded, and one level is promoted according to merit. As long as you convert to the main god and serve the kingdom, you can become a military noble and own large fields and serfs.
! And as long as you make great achievements and find the products of the West Sea that His Majesty needs, you can even lead hundreds or thousands of warriors to become lords and nobles with fiefdoms!..."
"What? You don't believe it? You actually doubt the strength of the kingdom?..."
Seeing the unconcealable expressions on the two people's faces, Zuvalo raised the corner of his mouth and shook his head confidently. He tore the leftover chili roasted venison in half and handed it to Murakami and Watanabe. Then,
He casually took out two gold amulets from his arms, slowly tied them with straw rope ties, and put them on the surprised and confused two people.
After doing all this, Zuvallo clapped his hands and wrote the last few words of the night on the snow. But these few short words were deeply engraved in the hearts of the two of them, making them toss and turn and sleepless all night.
, can’t even imagine!
"Witness the Lord God! The power of the Kingdom and the richness of the Kingdom are beyond your imagination! I have five hundred pieces of such a golden talisman that can be used at will. As long as you surrender to the Lord God and serve the Kingdom, you can
One piece per person!…”
"The Kingdom's fleet across the sea also has gold talismans worth 1,500 yuan per jin and silver talismans worth 10,000 yuan per jin! And the Kingdom occupies dozens of golden mountains, stretching for hundreds of miles.
It is inexhaustible and inexhaustible, even if a thousand kilograms of gold are shipped every year, it will not be a problem at all!…”
"God bless you! Before the Kingdom's support arrives, I won't let any of you go south! But I will let you open your eyes and see what Jinshan looks like... and when the Kingdom's support arrives, I will release a few of you.
Envoy, let’s discuss a deal with your Ezo tribe, temples, and shrines! In this far north, at the port of the kingdom in the snowfields of the far north, let’s discuss a truly big business that will be passed down to future generations.
