Chapter 899 Four Years of Life, Destined to Go to the Extreme North

"My lord! The little one has already inspected the hull and planks of the ship, and repaired the cracks in the bilge. As long as the storm is not too big, there is no problem. The current wind is southeast, and the sail can be fully adjusted, and it can sail two to three hundred miles a day. ..."

Siberia's cold wind blows from the northwest, whistling into the collar, cold and dry. On the Zheyang boat, the boat builder Jin Shanshu respectfully lowered his head, bowed his waist, wrapped in leather clothes, and saluted the two adults in front of him. He is not tall, with a dark face, and he can't tell how old he is. Only a pair of calloused, thick and flexible hands hinted at his identity as a senior craftsman.

"Watanabe, what did he say?"

"Oh! Mr. Murakami, the gold shipbuilder said that the ship is fine and can go to sea!"

Soldier Watanabe Masumi smiled, and simply translated a few sentences, which obviously lacked a lot of content. Funamori Murakami Jitong frowned dissatisfiedly, and snorted, but he couldn't speak the language, so there was nothing he could do. He pondered for a moment, glanced at the monk soldier Watanabe, then took out two pieces of high-quality deerskins and handed them to the boat builder Jin Shanshu.

"Buddha blesses you! Goldboatsmith, you have helped us a lot on this journey north! These two buckskins are a gift from me on behalf of the Patriarch!..."

"Well?"

Seeing Murakami's actions, the shipbuilder Jin Shanshu was startled, and looked at the monk Watanabe.

"Gold Shipsmith, this is a reward from Mr. Murakami!"

Watanabe Masumi smiled and said something simply. He knew the meaning of Murakami's pursuit, it was nothing more than a fancy to the gold shipbuilder's ship repairing skills, and wanted to win over one or two. However, the identity of this gold boatsmith is actually a servant of the monastery, and he has no personal freedom. And if Oysterzaki wanted to recruit the other party, he had to get Morino Kiyoshi to agree. Therefore, he does not need to interfere with anything.

"Ayigu ()! Thank you for your reward, I kowtow to you!..."

Soon, the shipbuilder Jin Shanshu knelt down on the deck and kowtowed twice. Seeing this, Murakami's face was slightly embarrassed. He originally wanted to get in touch with this excellent gold shipbuilder, but he didn't expect this to happen.

However, for Jin Shanshu, this kind of kowtow is really very common. He was born in Gyeongsangnam-do, and has been a craftsman in government-run shipyards for generations. His father and grandparents were very good at craftsmanship, and the family was once prosperous, and he could even eat precious rice once a month. However, in the highly hierarchical North Korean Kingdom, as an ordinary commoner, his social status is only a little bit better than that of the lowly ones. Every time in the shipyard or in the town, no matter whether he meets the "two classes" high in the sky or the "middleman" high on the ground, he has to kowtow anytime and anywhere.

This kind of life lasted for 20 or 30 years, until the terrible pirates... oh no, the warriors of the He Kingdom landed, easily broke through the towns, took him as a shipbuilder away, and went to He Kingdom... from the West to the Kyoto, and from Kyoto to Beidi, in a flash, it has been seven or eight years since he left his hometown...

Thinking of this, the shipbuilder Jin Shanshu knelt on the deck, inexplicably in a daze. He had already gotten used to God's arrangements, his face was still full of flattering smiles, but he sighed quietly in his heart. Then, he stood up respectfully, glanced at the two adults, then hugged the two leather bags in his arms, and walked away backwards.

"Mr. Murakami, the medicinal materials received this year are very good, but the skins are not so good, and the quantity is not enough..."

The fleet hung up its sails, left the Ewenki camp, and sailed to the vast eastern sea. Watanabe Masumi looked at the dark sea, stood side by side with Murakami Jitong, avoided eye contact, and nodded lightly.

"I've heard sailors say that to find really good fox and mink furs... you have to go further north to the ice fields..."

"...Well. The real good leather is all in the extreme north... and the main placer gold..."

Murakami Jitong nodded slightly, with a lot of thoughts in his heart, but his face was just calm. He stared at the boundless sea, felt the smooth sailing of the ship, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"This big boat is really nice! It sails without shaking! Many years ago, when I rowed a small early boat to the north, it was like rowing on the edge of the Santu River, ready to die at any time …Sometimes one or two big waves hit, the boat swayed, and I almost reached the Kusatsu Abyss…But at that time, I always had a spirit in my heart, able to make decisions, and not afraid of anything!…”

Hearing this, Watanabe Masumi's eyes flickered, and she listened quietly. He had already anticipated what was to come, so he needed more patience.

".Thinking about it now, compared to that time, I am really a little old! I have such a good big boat when I go to sea this year. I have been floating in the north for more than half a year, but I dare not cross Huatai Island to go to the real North Sea. ...Buddha witness! In the hands of these tribes, there is no gold dust at all...How can I explain to Enyu's Patriarch?"

Saying that, Murakami Jitong showed a trace of self-mockery on his face. Watanabe Masumi raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile.

"Murakami-kun, is the real Beihai in the extreme north really that scary? It makes you fear it like a tiger..."

".Um?!"

Hearing this, Murakami Jitong's eyes sharpened, and he was about to say something. But after a few breaths, he pursed his lips again and replied calmly.

"Watanabe, you have never been to the real North Sea. You don't know the storms, ice, snow, fog and sea tides there. You don't know the unpredictability and horror. It's like a white hell..."

"However, you don't have to provoke me! When we go back, we will hand over the goods for this trade, and prepare a guarantee for the owner... I will go to sea next year, and I will make a trip to the extreme north! And this trip will be in the frenzied Sailing in the wind and waves, landing on the white coast, looking for tribes in the North, and even going deep into the desolate snowfields, to trade in their camps where they migrated... This time, it is impossible to rush back before the winter seals the sea. It's been two years since I went there!"

Speaking of this, Murakami Jitong narrowed his eyes, looked at the tall and burly monk Watanabe Masumi, and sneered.

"How is it? Mr. Watanabe, are you afraid? Will you still dare to accompany me when we go to sea next year?"

"Haha! Afraid? What is fear?! Murakami-kun, when I put up a sword and charged into battle among hundreds of people, regardless of life and death, I'm afraid you are still a child who has never seen blood!"

Soldier Watanabe Masumi laughed out loud, pointing at his scarred face. Then, he tore open his skirt, revealing a large scar across his chest.

"This knife! It was a horse-riding warrior from the Ouchi family who cut it while charging! If it wasn't for the blessing of the Buddha~lightnovelpub.net~ I would have died on the spot!...But even at that time, I was never afraid! And Now, my life has been sold to the Buddha, not mine!...Haha! Murakami-kun, no matter where you go, I will accompany you!"

"hiss!."

Seeing the scar on Watanabe's chest, Murakami Jitong took a deep breath, his face visibly moved. He was silent for a moment, nodded slowly, and changed his honorific name for the first time.

"Okay! Watanabe-kun! If you can come back from the gate of hell, you are also a hero like Onimusha! Then, next spring, we will go north from the Huatai Peninsula, all the way north, and then go east to circle the entire Extreme North Sea , and come back from Qiandao in the northeast again!... This heart has been resolved, may the Buddha bless you!"

"Ha! Then it's settled! Let's go and see the scenery of the extreme north, isn't it like hell!"

Soldier Watanabe grinned loudly, the scars on his face trembling, as ferocious as Fudo Myoko, but also with the kindness of Buddha nature.

"Amitabha! Namo Amitabha! Haha!"

The north wind is mighty, laughing and drifting away, the sails are raised high, and the big ship is going far away. On the gray-white sea, cold water waves rose. It waits for the freeze in winter, the thaw in spring, and witnesses the boats coming and going, no matter where they come from.

(end of this chapter)