“……”

Several people were relatively silent. Irizawa Shinnai and Tsukichiyo, who were guarding outside the house, also had a glint of shock and envy in their eyes when they saw it.

Only Xiu Lai didn't know what everyone was marveling at, and stared at the item in Xiuguang's hand with some confusion.

"Oh, this is a sentence or two from Kyome...... It's beautiful. ”

Xiuzong exclaimed at the two beautiful thin oval gold plates without any blemishes.

The one or two judgments of Jingmu are one of the small judgments of Keicho, and they are also the earliest kind of small judgments of Keicho cast. There is a large monogram on it, and the characters "Kyome One or Two" are very obvious written in thick ink. For this reason, this kind of small judgment is also called "ink judgment".

Xiuguang casually checked one of the small judgments, feeling that the weight should be at least four or more, and he felt more and more that the identity of the thousand generations was fascinated.

Xiulai was still puzzled, so he opened his mouth and asked Xiuguang:

"What's wrong? Is there anything wrong with this gold? ”

"Elder brother...... How do you explain this......"

Hidemitsu didn't know how to convey their surprise to Hideyori, who didn't know much about the living conditions of ordinary people.

"Hyogoro, you know these things better, explain them to my brother."

So Hidemitsu chose Hidemune, who knew more about ordinary townspeople because he often got involved in it.

"Yes! Well, Lord Hideyori, these two Kyome are judged in one or two, which is roughly equivalent to ...... You can spend a good night with someone at the level of Taifu in Shinmachi! ”

“…… Hyogoro, don't explain it in a way that my brother doesn't understand. Also, be careful that I convey this sentence to Xiu Gao and the Xiu family. ”

“…… Yes, yes, I'm really sorry Your Highness, and the little Hyogoro will immediately change his words. ”

Xiuzong, who was scolded for being informal, twisted his face as if he had eaten astringent bitter melon, coughed twice, and continued to explain to Xiu Lai, who was still half-understood:

"Ahem, Lord Xiulai, these two small judgments are about the same as the skewers we just ate...... Two or three thousand strings, right? It is equivalent to about four to five stone of rice at the market price. As far as I know, if you are a wealthy townsman or samurai, with these two small sentences, you can make a family of three eat white rice for nearly two years. ”

"...... eat white rice for two years?"

Xiulai still didn't seem to understand.

"Brother, not everyone can afford white rice. Nowadays, farmers generally eat grains such as mixed grains or wheat rice. It allows the family to eat white rice steadily for several years...... That must be at least a superior samurai level. ”

Xiuguang sighed, and finally came out and added a few words:

"It's not a lot of money for us, but it's a lot of money for the average person. Even a high-ranking samurai could not casually throw such a large sum of money to others. Not to mention...... Chinoyo was still a kid about my age. ”

"Huh...... Isn't it true that white rice is not available to everyone......

Xiu Lai grunted, his eyes revealing a hint of surprise, and then a faint sense of pity, as if he felt that this was a little too incredible. But the truth is that Xiulai is not so nourished, and the farmers can't eat these good things many times a year.

"So Chinoyo is a child of a daimyo family...... Although it may have been from a wealthy merchant, it seems that he was a samurai...... That's a bit of a problem. ”

Xiuguang, who lowered his head, muttered a few words, and felt that it was the most likely that he was still the child of a famous family.

It's just that a teenager who had a relationship in Kyoto four years ago has now revealed that he may be the child of a certain daimyo family. So Xiuguang didn't know how to deal with it for a while.

"Although I originally guessed, I just guessed that Chinoyo might be the child of a retainer of a certain daimyo family. That's an underestimation now. ”

So, which daimyo's child? Satake? Motop? Mizoguchi? Niwa? Or is it somewhere else?

Even though he has been chatting well with Chinoyo all along, Hidemitsu has become wary after being suspicious of him, and is even considering whether to contact him. After all, if you get too close to someone from a certain daimyo family, it's easy to lose your vigilance, and it's possible to be tricked.

"Hyogoro, do you think Chinoyo might be a child of any family in terms of elimination? It shouldn't be your Date family, right? ”

"Your Highness, how is it possible...... I haven't met my siblings either, except for Gorou Hachihime. ”

Although Hidemune, the eldest son of the Date family, was born in the Ou area, he grew up in Fushimi and Osaka, and the age gap between him and his siblings was relatively large. He had only seen his sister Gorou Hachihime, who was three years younger than him, and had never met any of his other siblings, including his father's eldest son, Torakimaru.

"But Your Highness, no matter which name it is, there's no point in you guessing like that, right?"

Although he was surprised when he saw Xiao Ju just now, Xiuzong now didn't quite understand why His Highness suddenly began to speculate on these questions in a cranky way.

"No matter who that person is, it won't affect Your Highness's private relationship with him, right? Since the other party doesn't care what kind of identity we are, why should Your Highness think about it so much? Did you become suspicious of him just because she suddenly knew that he might be the child of a daimyo family? ”

"Well, I'm used to thinking that...... I always feel a little awkward. After all, the current daimyo ...... It's still something that needs to be wary of. ”

"Anyway, I see that Your Highness, you and that person are still chatting quite happily, at most, you should be careful when you talk in the future, why is there so much trouble!"

Xiuzong spread his hands widely, looking indifferent, and felt that there was no need to speculate too much about this kind of thing.

"And to my point of view, those thin eyes don't look like some kind of all-round smart person, don't worry!"

In the end, I didn't forget to say bad things about the times. This made Xiuguang's eyebrows and eyes relax slightly.

"Okay. Count me believing in your evil, Hyogoro. Then I don't want to do that much. ”

"That's good, Your Highness. If you keep worrying too much, you will get sick. ”

Seeing that His Royal Highness had finally decided not to doubt so much, Xiuzong touched his chin with stubble and nodded.

Xiuguang smiled, looked at the little judgment in his hand, and seemed to think of something again.

"Ah, I almost forgot such an important thing without money in my hand."

He carefully put away the two Jingmu one or two small judgments in his hand and wrapped them back in a cloth bag.

"There's something I want to talk to my brother about money."