Remember [New] in a second! A few days passed in a blink of an eye, rice, salt, sauce, and wine were unloaded from the Guan boat of the rice house, and a boat full of Ezo products was loaded, ready to return to the voyage.

Speaking of Ezo land at this time, there are not many bulk products that can be sold. Seafood has great potential, but it has not yet been fully developed. However, high-quality timber requires laborious felling and transportation to the Kinki area, and it is not more competitive than timber from Northeast countries. As for rice and beans, the local consumption is not enough, so they have to be imported from Honshu Island.

Therefore, on the return trip, only some furs and seafood from the Northland, as well as some herbs and supplements were loaded. The most left is the iron sand ore in the ballast. It is worth mentioning that Hokkaido is rich in iron and coal mines and has basic resources for industrialization. And the iron ore here is mainly shallow iron sand ore, which is easy to mine and widely scattered.

Near Shengshan Pavilion, there is a small iron sand mine on the surface, which can be mined nearby, smelted ore, and made into swords and helmets. As for making complex armor, there is a lack of skilled craftsmen in the museum, but it cannot be made. As for such a skilled craftsman, it still depends on whether Morino Kiyoshi can find a way to get it.

The land of Ezo has not been developed for a long time, and it is inseparable from the materials and manpower on the island of Honshu. And all of this cannot be counted on the generals and nobles in the capital, but only on familiar businessmen. Therefore, regardless of the cold, Takeda Nobuhiro stood up with his old body and personally led a group of samurai retainers to bid farewell to Morino Kiyoshi at the port.

"Let's see each other off in the mountains, and the sun will cover the firewood doors.

The spring grass is green every year, will the king and grandson return? "

Nobuhiro Takeda smiled and chanted farewell. This time, instead of reciting Bai Juyi's poems, he became Wang Wei.

"Return! Definitely come back! Lord Xin Guang, at the most three months, I will definitely return with the sunken boat. Just wait for a while!"

The big businessman Morino Kiyoshi nodded with a smile, and shook the hand of his old friend. This custom was also learned from the people of the Tang Dynasty, as it is said in Tang poems, "Acquaintances shake hands and say goodbye in three autumns, and walk thousands of miles with a few sticks." Shaking hands to say goodbye implies reluctance, but it is an extremely intimate gesture.

"Okay! 'But don't ask again, when the white clouds are endless.'"

Takeda Nobuhiro nodded, and chanted again. The meaning of this sentence is to urge Morino Kiyoshi to leave quickly.

Morino Kiyoshi laughed dumbly and shook his head. He glanced at the Jurchen Dama behind Takeda Nobuhiro, and bid farewell to everyone. Then, the two closed boats hoisted their sails, oars and sculls, and they went far away in a short while.

Takeda Nobuhiro didn't turn around until the two closed ships disappeared into the sky. He looked at the snow-covered mountains and forests, at the high places in the mountains, at the Shengshan Pavilion he built himself, and recalled it for a long time. After a while, he looked solemn, looked at the warriors, and gave orders vigorously.

"Travel to the villages in the territory and select experienced fishermen who have been to the Northland! Prepare the goods for trade with Ezo, and then quickly forge a batch of iron axes for trade!..."

"By the way, Murakami Jitong, you are in charge of the ship, and you are in charge of the ship that has gone out to sea. Come here, follow me into the museum, I have important orders!"

"Hi!"

All the warriors bowed their heads together and rode away on the snow. And a short middle-aged samurai, with a weather-beaten face, also rode his own pony, followed the patriarch Takeda Nobuhiro, and returned to the Katsuyama Pavilion. ...The two of them did not enter the tea room, but directly knelt in the main hall. In front of the samurai in the territory, Takeda Nobuhiro will no longer recite poems and talk about Zen, but show the way of receiving people from Kyoto. He looked serious and asked in a deep voice. 877 Chinese Website

"Murakami Jitong, I remember that you have been to the north of Huatai Island and traded with the local reindeer tribe?"

"Yes! That was ten years ago, I rowed a small morning boat and brought two warriors to buy buckskins there..."

Speaking of the experience of the year, Murakami Jitong's vicissitudes of face can still be seen a little heart season.

"The waves along the way were dangerous, and the boat went ups and downs early in the morning. Several times, it was only a little bit, and it was about to capsize... Fortunately, with the blessing of the Buddha, we found the Sakha people on the coast, and exchanged two iron axes for two. I tied the good deerskin. Then I used the wine I brought with me to exchange for a small bag of gold dust. When I brought it back, I handed it all over to the museum..."

Hearing this, Takeda Nobuhiro nodded, showing memories.

Back then, Murakami Jitong was still a young samurai. It is precisely because of his brave going to sea that he brought back valuable furs and gold dust, and then loyally dedicated them to his family, and at the same time proved his courage and loyalty! ...It was only then that Takeda Nobuhiro valued him, and promoted him to Fushobu in one fell swoop, and it has been ten years now.

"Murakami Jitong, you saw the rice house coming this time."

Takeda Nobuhiro looked solemn, but his words were slightly gentle.

"There are major events happening in Kyoto, and our family's products in the extreme north are extremely sought after in Beijing. There are important people who need our family's good horses, medicinal materials and furs. The more rare they are, the better!..."

"Therefore, after the beginning of spring, I intend to ask you to personally sail the boat, go to the various ministries in the extreme north, and directly trade with the ministries. Ji Tong, this matter is related to the big plans of the family, and only you can take on this important task!"

"Trade in the far north?..."

Thinking of the perilous waves floating in the North Sea in a small boat ten years ago, Murakami Jitong felt the same ups and downs in his heart. However, the head of the family, Nobuhiro Takeda, came forward in person, and he couldn't refuse when he talked about this matter again. After a few breaths, Murakami Jitong fell to the ground, bowed deeply, and promised loudly.

"Hi Yi! I will spare my life to travel all over the extreme north to bring back precious things for the Patriarch!"

Seeing Murakami Jitong's statement, Takeda Nobuhiro nodded with a smile on his face. He pondered for a while, and then said a little relief.

"Ji Tong, the focus of this trip is on trade. You have to go back when you go. At home, you will not be allowed to row a small boat and escape death. Before the beginning of spring, Miwu will send a Tang boat with two hundred materials, called a Zheyang boat. This time A ship can sail the sea, it should be able to withstand the wind and waves, and pass through the waves of the North."

"Zheyang Tang boat?"

Hearing this, Murakami Jitong was slightly taken aback. He has heard of this kind of ship, and it should be the best sea-going ship that can be built by all countries in this state. It's just that he didn't expect that Miwu could get this kind of boat and give it to the family. You know, the cost of this ship alone is enough to cover the income of the family for a year or two.

Thinking of this, Murakami Jitong's shoulders became much heavier in an instant. He pursed his lips, lowered his head, and asked for instructions softly.

"Patriarch, I have heard about this kind of boat. The sails are very complicated...I can't drive..."

"It doesn't matter! On this boat, the rice house will have special sailors. The fishermen in the pavilion, after boarding the boat, have to follow suit. As for your task, it is still to find the ministries in the extreme north and start trading with them!"... Having said that, Takeda Nobuhiro pondered for a while, then added.

"Ji Tong, this time, I will exceed your ration of grain and wine on board. The goods to be exchanged are also light and expensive ironware and rice wine. This ship's reserves are limited, so you give priority to trading precious furs and medicinal materials. As for the horses , if you can't let it go, you can go again next year..."

Takeda Nobuhiro paused, the matter of the horse was not urgent. If it doesn't work, he can still hand over his Jurchen horse to Morino Qing.

Of course, among the goods exchanged from the Northland, the prices of fur, medicinal materials, and even horses will be lowered by merchants. And what he values ​​the most is actually...

"Going north this time, you must pay close attention! Ministries in the extreme north don't know the preciousness of gold, and the price is extremely low. If they have gold placer in their hands, they must exchange it for all! And if there is news about gold mines, they must also inquire clearly !"

Takeda Nobuhiro looked solemn and ordered carefully. Other goods have to pass through the hands of merchants. Although there are a lot of profits, most of them will be taken away by others. And the ones that really make a hundred times the profit are the golden stones in the hands of the northern ministries! Because this is the real big money, the kind that can be spent directly!

"Hi Yi! I will risk my life to travel all over the extreme north to collect gold dust for the Patriarch!"

Murakami Jitong fell to the ground again and promised loudly. Takeda Nobuhiro nodded in satisfaction, and gave a few more instructions before letting the other party back down. Before stepping back, he said in a deep voice.

"Ji Tong, before you leave, you can go to the treasury, get twenty pieces of property, and fill some clothes and rice for the family. And if you are on the way north...your child, I will let you Guangguang, adopt him as a adopted son and bring him up."

Hearing this, Murakami Jitong paused, pursed his lips, and said nothing. He solemnly knelt down on the ground, kowtowed three times to Nobuhiro Takeda, and then turned away.

Takeda Nobuhiro nodded, watched the other party walk away, and sighed faintly.

"The warriors of the Northland, poor but resolute, loyal and brave, will surely leave a name in the world!..."

The moonlight is like water, and it is already late at night in a blink of an eye. That night, the old samurai Nobuhiro Takeda could not sleep with his pillow under the moonlight. He sat up cross-legged, with hazy old eyes, looking at the deep mountains, forests and snowy sea outside the window, and said with emotion.

"I'm old with you, so I ask myself how old I am. I lie down at night when my eyes are astringent, and my hair is languid and uncombed..."

After reading halfway, he suddenly paused and changed a song, which was the dialogue between Liu Yuxi and Bai Juyi.

"Acquainted with things~lightnovelpub.net~Reading people is like reading rivers. It's a blessing to think carefully, and it's easy to understand after reading this. Mo Dao Sangyu is late, and the sky is still full of clouds..."

"Mo Dao Sangyu is late, because the sky is still full of clouds..."

The expression of the old samurai Takeda Nobuhiro changed, and the perseverance and fighting spirit throughout his life came to mind again. He murmured, perhaps to himself, but also to someone else.

"The world is about to change, and I, the Oysteraki family, must seize every opportunity! Increasing strength, gaining more wealth, raising more warriors, and increasing the number of people are the foundation of the family! ... And all of these, in the land of Ezo , can only rely on transactions with various Yi tribes to grow step by step!"

"The opportunity to expand the family... I can still seize it when I am here. As for my son, only the mature talents... Maybe, my hope, in the grandchildren's generation..."

After finishing speaking, the old samurai Takeda Nobuhiro lay down again and soon fell asleep. Listening to his snoring, a thin young man squatted at the door, silent for a while, and then tiptoed away. And when he left, the snoring in the room gradually stopped, and finally there was only a sigh.

"Hey, timing, longevity... Buddha bless...".

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