In May 335 of the Great Song Dynasty, Zhao Qian opened a brief description of the meeting documents for ministerial-level cadres and began to browse them quickly. Over the past few months, Zhao Qian has become accustomed to the mood of reading documents. Even if you don't have to be involved in person, you can look at the brief and figure out what is going on. That's what power is.

It wasn't until his cousin's name was mentioned in the documents of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs that Zhao Qian's mood fluctuated slightly. These old ladies are well-placed, and people in their fifties look younger than ordinary women in their thirties. Dad always insisted that this was the natural beauty of the old lady, of course Zhao Qian didn't dare to object, but he felt that the pearl powder provided by his cousin was also indispensable. As soon as possible, the thought of 'will the old lady be unhappy' was expelled from his mind, and Zhao Qian continued to read the documents of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

At this time, Cousin Qin stood in the pavilion halfway up the mountain near the Shikoku Wharf and looked at the sea, and every small point on the sea was a raft for raising pearl oysters. The rafts are connected by sisal cables, and the underwater part is made of sisal ropes and a net made of corrosion-resistant bamboo, which is covered with pearl oysters.

I originally wanted to work for three years to make some money and leave, but after three years, then three years, three years later, and then three years, ten years passed in a flash. The large and small bays of Shikoku Island in the Seto Inland Sea of Wakoku are full of pearl cages, and Cousin Qin has become the largest pearl supplier in the Great Song Dynasty.

Hearing footsteps behind him, Cousin Qin turned his head and saw several of the most prominent local figures in Shikoku walking briskly. Naturally, the leader was Zhao Boren, the commander of the Iyo Water Army, and followed by Hinata and others. They were all wearing flying fish suits, but they were short, lacking the majesty that the tall soldiers of the Great Song Dynasty could wear.

"Your Highness, the ship is coming." Zhao Boren stood still in front of Cousin Qin and said respectfully.

"Hmm." Cousin Qin only felt stunned in his heart, and he was finally leaving.

At this time, the strong man who was last in line stepped forward and offered a cardboard box. When I opened it, there was a knife in the carton. Cousin Qin took out the sword, and saw that there were beautiful patterns on the knife, and it was very considerate and unsharpened. The short man said in jerky Chinese: "Your Highness, the knife, brand new, done, just now." ”

Ordered his subordinates to put away the gifts, and Cousin Qin stepped forward to shake hands with the strong man, "Mr. Nichiren, thank you." ”

This Nichiren gentleman's face flushed, and he struggled to speak, "Your Highness, take it in, thank you." ”

An hour later, Cousin Qin arrived at the dock in a small bamboo sedan chair. On both sides of the road, there were people from the four countries, and when they saw the sedan chair passing by, they all bowed down, and the monks who continued to stand were monks holding ritual instruments and chanting scriptures and praying for blessings. When I looked down from a high position, I saw that the people of the four countries were wearing shirts and trousers, and cloth shoes on their feet. Except for the forearms, neck and head, the skin of ** is not visible. When I first arrived, if these people were also prostrate, they looked down and saw rows of arms, thighs, and bare buttocks.

Really leaving. Cousin Qin melancholy realized the reality.

There were also many Song people who returned to China on the same boat as Cousin Qin, including official personnel and private members. Those who took over the positions of these people and continued to stay in the four countries were all personnel sent by the Great Song Dynasty. In the main hall of Shikoku Matsuyama Castle, the latest meeting was held. Zhao Boren was the son of Zhao Naruto and grew up in the Great Song Dynasty. Hearing the official language of the Great Song Dynasty uniform group to say the imperial court's instructions to increase trade with various parts of the Wa Kingdom, my heart immediately calmed down a lot. This time, the Great Song Dynasty's personnel transfer to Shikoku Island was too large, which made Zhao Boren worry about whether the Great Song Dynasty would change its previous policy. As long as the Great Song Dynasty still has the previous mercantile policy, Zhao Boren's position is still stable.

The sun is setting in the west, and it is about to set. The back door of the Matsuoka family compound in Kamakura Castle slowly opened, and Keiji Matsuoka saw a man with a bamboo hat standing outside the door, and the whole person was wrapped in a somewhat tattered linen robe. The man stepped forward and asked, "Are you asking for something?" ”

"All brought?" Keiji Matsuoka asked a little excitedly.

In the setting sun, the man wrapped in a linen robe stepped forward, and the inexplicable deterrence made Matsuoka couldn't help but take a step back. Then the man reached into his burlap robe and pulled out a thin brown paper bag. Matsuoka took it and opened it, and a smell of fragrance came to his nose. He hurriedly asked, "Is there anything else?" ”

The mysterious man reached into his sackcloth robe again and pulled out a few more bags in a tricky way. Matsuoka inspected them one by one, and sure enough, they were all what he was expecting. Matsuoka smiled. Hurriedly took out the money bag and handed a small silver coin to the mysterious man. Just as he was about to end the transaction, he saw the man take out another item from under his sackcloth coat, and Matsuoka was stunned. It was a clear glass bottle, and the clear liquid in the bottle reflected bright light in the setting sun. Matsuoka swallowed his saliva and asked hesitantly, "How to sell it?" ”

"A small silver coin." The mysterious man replied in a deep voice.

"It's too expensive." Matsuoka squeezed a voice out of his throat.

The mysterious man was about to speak when he heard some movement on the side of the road. He immediately pulled out a couple of paper bags, "Add these, a small silver coin." ”

Matsuoka was overjoyed and immediately made a deal. The mysterious man immediately went out and walked briskly. As soon as they arrived at another street corner, they saw officers and soldiers on the street, and it was too late to hide, and the officers and soldiers shouted: "The thieves are there!" "I immediately chased after him.

The mysterious man ran with his legs, but the sackcloth clothes were too long, and he was very uncomfortable running. The mysterious man couldn't help but speak, took off his long coat ruthlessly, and threw it casually to a passer-by. Passers-by saw that their long clothes suddenly fell from the sky, and they hugged the clothes in their arms with a happy face. Before he could escape, the officers and soldiers immediately pounced on him and dodged the long coat from him. When I opened it, I saw that there was nothing on the outside of the linen robe, but there were many pockets sewn inside. Just holding it like this, there was already a fragrance coming out, which made the officers and soldiers and passers-by unconsciously salivate.

Looking at the mysterious man again, I saw that he was wearing a long coat and trousers, and a pair of rubber-soled shoes on his feet. Chased by the officers and soldiers in straw sandals, this guy ran like a fly, and he was about to flee without a trace.

Suddenly, several more officers and soldiers were killed diagonally forward, blocking in front of the mysterious man. At the head was a samurai, armed with a long-handled broadsword, looking at the mysterious man who had stopped, and the samurai shouted: "Thief, you dare to sell beef jerky in Kamakura!" Do you know that you have committed a great sin? ”

After shouting, the samurai swung his big sword and killed him, and the mysterious man couldn't help but babble again. Then he drew his saber and responded, and when the two sides fought, a soft sound was heard. The wooden part of the samurai's long-handled broadsword has been severed by the mysterious man's katana. The head of the knife spun in the air before it landed, and the mysterious man slammed it on the shoulder, and the samurai staggered to the side. The mysterious man quickly burst out of the encirclement again, and disappeared into the corner of the street in the setting sun.

"Damn!" Seeing that he could not catch up, the samurai raised half of the wooden pole and roared in the direction of the mysterious man's escape.

The next morning, the yamen in charge of security in Kamakura was presented to the officials in charge of presenting a linen robe that still smelled of spices and meat products, as well as a long-handled broadsword that had been cut in two. Mitsui, the official in charge, picked up the half-cut wooden pole first, and his expression became serious. The incision is extremely flat, and the upper half of the cut is pieced together in the hand, and only a thin line can be seen.

Putting down the wooden pole, Mitsui said in a stern tone, "The thief actually has such a sharp knife!" It must not be spared! ”

The other military attaches also came to check, and they were all a little uneasy. Judging by the incision, this is not a brute force to cut off the wooden handle. The thieves who sell jerky are not only sharp in their weapons, but also in their wielding skills. If that guy doesn't cut the handle of the wood but cuts the person, I'm afraid that someone will die. I checked the sackcloth clothes again, and the smell was the smell of beef jerky. In the Kamakura shogunate, eating meat was a sin, and eating beef was a great sin. A knife-wielding thief who sells beef jerky dares to confront officers and soldiers, which is almost a capital crime.

"Do you see what that man looks like?" Mitsui asked yesterday's samurai.

"The thief wore a mask and a sackcloth hat, but only his eyes were exposed, and he did not see his appearance." The samurai said regretfully.

At this time, the mysterious man who had been convicted by the government personnel yawned loudly and got up from the bed. It was a young face with eye droppings in the corners of its eyes. Sitting on a bed made of broken wooden planks, the mysterious young man stretched out widely. Looking at the dilapidated grass huts around him, the mysterious young man yawned again, and the young man's face was no longer tired.

I fetched water from the well of the ruined temple where I lived, brushed my teeth with a toothbrush with a mane from the Great Song Dynasty, washed my face with a sackcloth, and my young face was even more refreshed. There was no one else in the ruined temple, and the mysterious young man poured rice and soybeans into the bamboo tube and lit a fire to burn it. Before the rice was cooked, he went to the eaves and picked out the least grassy one of the several skinned rabbits hanging from the air-dried. Back at the fire, he cut the rabbit meat, smeared it with oil in a small pot, carefully sprinkled spices, and roasted it on the fire.

It didn't take long for a meal of rabbit meat and rice and bean rice to be ready. The young man split the bamboo tube and ate it beautifully.

After eating, the young man changed into a linen coat common in this era and went out wearing clogs. He lived not far from the nearby bazaar, and the sun had not yet reached its peak when he arrived. When the people here saw the young man, someone shouted, "Nichiro, you're sleeping again!" ”

Yin Ichiro laughed after hearing this, just jokingly talked to people and continued to walk forward. This guy is about 165 tall, which is considered tall among the Japanese people, plus a clean face and white and neat teeth, many women on the street cast admiring eyes at Yin Ichiro. Of course, there are also people who cast disgusted eyes on this well-known second-rate son.

Yin Ichiro has long been used to such reactions. He didn't care, and went straight to the orange terrier house in the bazaar. This is a merchant who sells and sells and pawnshops, and after entering, the familiar one bypasses the hall and goes straight to the hut in the back. The guy didn't stop this second-rate person from going to the space that could only be entered as a high-priced thing, and watched Ichiro move into one of them.

Not long after, a man with a big belly that was the envy of the Japanese walked into the room. Sitting down across from Inoichiro, the man asked, "Do you want to make a lot of money?" ”

"I don't want to." Inoichiro replied in a lazy voice.

The man's triangular eyes were sharp, and he glanced at Yin Ichiro for a moment, and he sneered, "Didn't you think about reviving the family business?" ”

Nichiro replied lazily again: "Even if you build a house again, it won't be taken away." I'm not interested in family business or anything. ”

"It's not promising!" Triangle Eyes sneered coldly.

Yin Ichiro looked relaxed, but he was a little alert in his heart. This is not the first time that the owner of the orange terrier shop tempted Inichiro with words to revive the family business, originally Inichiro thought that the owner of the orange terrier shop was a profiteer with a background, but now he feels more and more that this person is a little dangerous. For a while, Yin Ichiro even had the urge to simply go to Shikoku Island to mess around.

However, this impulse was only a momentary impulse, and thinking back to his days on Shikoku Island, Inoichiro still felt that it might be better to stay here in Kamakura and mess with the waste. Just as I was thinking about it, I heard the owner of the orange stem shop continue: "With your skills, if you are willing to do great things, you will definitely be appreciated by the big guys." I've heard that some people are already wondering what you do for a living by not working every day. ”

"Hey, hey! I'm a famous coachman here. Inoichiro hurriedly defended himself.

"Humph! Coachman, which coachman can be like you. The owner of the orange terrier shop sneered and looked at Inoichiro with triangular eyes as he spoke. He was dressed in a well-fitting linen shirt, and although his skin was tanned, it was very smooth. Sitting in front of the owner of the orange stalk shop, his mouth did not have the tone that coolies have. Many poor people who are uninformed will be envious or jealous because of this admirable appearance. In the eyes of the owner of the orange terrier shop, who has seen the world, this is not what the coachman should look like at all. Although Inoichiro is a descendant of a noble man who was killed in the Frost Moon Incident, he can still maintain such an appearance even after being a coachman, no matter how you look at it, there is a problem behind it.

"If you think about it, there are a lot of things to do now that adults everywhere have to do, and this is your chance." The owner of the orange terrier shop continued to exert pressure.

"I'd better pull my car." Inoichiro replied.

Seeing that the persuasion was ineffective, the owner of the orange terrier shop ordered: "Whatever you want." I'll give you something to help me deliver something to the city. ”

However, this impulse was only a momentary impulse, and thinking back to his days on Shikoku Island, Inoichiro still felt that it might be better to stay here in Kamakura and mess with the waste. Just as I was thinking about it, I heard the owner of the orange stem shop continue: "With your skills, if you are willing to do great things, you will definitely be appreciated by the big guys." I've heard that some people are already wondering what you do for a living by not working every day. ”

"Hey, hey! I'm a famous coachman here. Inoichiro hurriedly defended himself.

"Humph! Coachman, which coachman can be like you. The owner of the orange terrier shop sneered and looked at Inoichiro with triangular eyes as he spoke. He was dressed in a well-fitting linen shirt, and although his skin was tanned, it was very smooth. Sitting in front of the owner of the orange stalk shop, his mouth did not have the tone that coolies have. Many poor people who are uninformed will be envious or jealous because of this admirable appearance. In the eyes of the owner of the orange terrier shop, who has seen the world, this is not what the coachman should look like at all. Although Inoichiro is a descendant of a noble man who was killed in the Frost Moon Incident, he can still maintain such an appearance even after being a coachman, no matter how you look at it, there is a problem behind it.