Chapter 1049 Real Gold for Malaysia! Simple Headman Zuvalo
Chapter 1049 Real Gold for Malaysia! The simple headman Zuvalo...
"Ah? Blessed by the Buddha! Chief of the Deer Department, do you want all three horses? You want to use this bronze amulet to exchange it with me?...That's not possible. Keep the biggest one...wait! The feel, the weight?!..."
The snow covered the calf, and the cold wind froze the river and the sea. The two teams held stone spears, copper axes, and iron knives from different eras, and wore different styles of leather armor, copper cloth armor, and iron-wood armor. They seemed to have crossed a thousand years of history and met at the camp on the extreme north coast. At this moment, they were tensely confronting each other, and they were also waiting for the results of the negotiations between the leaders.
Facing Zuwaro's request to change horses, Funomori Murakami Jitong grimly shook his head firmly. The Jurchen Dama was to be handed over to the Patriarch Xin Guanggong. If this group of Lubu who appeared out of nowhere asked for it, how would he explain it to the Patriarch? …He was holding the golden "Bronze Amulet" in his hand, and was about to hand it back to Zuvaro, but he was suddenly taken aback!
"No! No! This texture, this weight?...Such a small piece weighs a pound?...How could the copper one be so heavy?! Could it be that this piece of pancake is..."
Murakami Jitong raised his head and saw Zuwaro smiling with a "sincere" expression on his face. He lowered his head again and glanced at the front of the talisman, the strange engraving of the sun and birds, and the very familiar but abstract tribal runes on the back of the talisman. He blinked his eyes and looked at these crooked marks, which seemed to be scratched by careless hands. An unbelievable thought came to his mind, which made him tremble all over in an instant!
"No... Buddha witness! Impossible? How is it possible..."
Murakami Jitong tremblingly held up the golden amulet, hesitated for a moment, glanced at the "simple" leader of the Shikabu, and bit the amulet hard with his teeth. Then, he lowered his head and looked at the obvious teeth marks on the surface of the talisman that had just been bitten out. His pupils shrank suddenly, his eyes widened suddenly, and even his voice stuttered a little!
"Benevolent Buddha!...Watanabe-kun...you...you help me...see...is this...gold? Pure gold?!..."
"Um?"
The monk Watanabe Masumi pursed his lips, and took the amulet calmly. He first looked at the teeth marks that Murakami Jitong had bitten out, and then at the reddish gold in the yellow of the talisman. Suspicion flashed in his eyes. Then, he reached out and groped in his bosom, and after digging for a while, he took out a small touchstone, and scratched hard on the surface of the touchstone with the amulet.
This touchstone was ground from black flint, hard and fine. He followed the advice of the big businessman Morino Kiyoshi and brought a piece of it to the North, but he didn't use it until now.
"Blessed by the Great Bodhisattva Hachiman! Seven blues, eight yellows, nine purples, ten reds... Is this scratch purple or reddish gold? Is it 90% gold? This is 90% pure gold!"
Seeing the color of the scratches, the monk Watanabe Masumi's fingers trembled, and he almost failed to hold the gold cake firmly. He quickly grabbed the gold cake and weighed it, which weighed just over a catty. His expression changed suddenly, and his eyes were also a little moved.
A catty of 16.29% pure gold is much better quality than 60.70% alluvial gold. In a commercial house in Kyoto, it can be used as 80 copper coins! According to Kinki's rice price of 0.7 guan a shi, this half-palm-sized golden talisman is 114 shi of rice!
Of course, Watanabe Masumi came from the direct line of the samurai family, and just a catty of gold was not enough to make him lose his composure in shock. But when he looked around and saw such a golden amulet hanging around the necks of those bronze armored warriors...
"Buddha! Mr. Murakami! Look, there is a golden talisman on the necks of these Shikabe warriors!!"
"What?! This...this...impossible! Absolutely impossible!...How is it possible? How could there be so many!...Is it really possible? Those are really...all golden symbols?..."
The cold wind was blowing, but Murakami Jitong didn't feel cold at all, and even felt a little hot. Looking at the golden light on these deer's body, his pupils contracted and dilated, and his heart beat like a "plop, plop". In just a few breaths, countless complex emotions flashed in his eyes! From unbelievable eyes full of disbelief, to a few self-denying doubts, and then turned into a heartfelt expectation, and finally turned into a flash of greed in the eyes...
Two steps away, the exploration captain Zuvaro squinted his eyes, watching the changes in the expressions of the two big captains, as if he was watching the most exciting sacrificial performance! Facing the golden talisman, the performance of these two people, the longing expressions of the two people, are completely different from the leaders of the mountain tribe, just like what His Majesty said in the prophecy! …He was certain in his heart, the smile on his face became brighter and brighter, and he said "sincerely" again with some deep thoughts.
"The Lord God testifies! Leader of the big ship, I want to exchange your horses, all of them, three big horses!...What? Is this piece of gold cake not enough?...Shi Jian, give me your amulet too!..."
Shi Jian, the warrior captain, took a step forward and walked to Zuwaro's side. Zuwaro gave a few low instructions, Shi Jian's expression changed slightly, and he nodded slightly. Afterwards, he also took off the golden amulet around his neck and handed it to Masumi Watanabe next to him.
"Bodhisattva! This piece is also 90% pure gold!..."
The monk Watanabe Masumi scratched the touchstone twice, and could not help but let out a groan from his throat. He gritted his teeth, and handed the second amulet to Murakami Jitong. The opponent's palm trembled, and he obviously swallowed.
"Two catties of red gold... 160 guan..."
"Haha! The Lord God blesses you! What's the matter? The leader of the big boat, isn't two yuan enough?...Um...you mean by gesticulating, two gold cakes for a horse?..."
Zuvaro blinked, a simple smile on his face. He first pointed to the two catties of gold cake in Murakami Jitong's hand, and then pointed to the Yakut snow horse next to him, making a gesture of exchange. Murakami Jitong was stunned for a while, thought for a while, and then nodded vigorously.
"Buddha blesses! Bodhisattvas appear!...This business is good, we can do it!..."
In the late period of the Muromachi shogunate at this time, the currency value was more complicated, and there were different exchange ratios for gold, silver and copper according to different regions. But generally speaking, it is still one tael of gold = 50 匁 (money) silver = 4000 wen (4 guan) copper coins. And the price of a Japanese native horse, even in Kyoto, where the price of horses is the highest, is only 2-7 taels of gold. According to the early records of the Tokugawa shogunate, even the best southern horses officially purchased by the shogunate only cost 8 taels after heavy kickbacks .
As for this snow horse, which is taller than a native horse, if it is sold by the Oysterzaki family to the big businessman Morino Kiyoshi, it will be the most, and 7-8 taels of gold will be the top. And the silly head of the Lubu in front of him is willing to pay two catties and 32 taels of gold in exchange, so of course he can get it! What's more, according to his original idea, he wanted to give this horse as a bribe gift to this menacing Lubu leader who brought a group of tribal warriors...
"Okay! The lord god is witness! Then pay the gold with one hand, and the horse with the other hand!..."
The exploration captain Zuvaro nodded with a smile, and asked the warriors of the kingdom next to him to take away the first snow horse and take it far behind the warrior team. Afterwards, he took out two gold cakes and pointed to the second snow horse.
Murakami Jitong pursed his lips, and shook his head full of gold vigorously. He tried his best to restrain the greed in his heart and try to maintain the sanity of a samurai. But after rational weighing, he still did not reject Zuwaro's request, and nodded again.
"Sukichiro, bring the second snow horse over here!"
The horse breeder Suichiro showed a dazed face, and pulled the second horse over. After seeing clearly the four gold cakes in Murakami Jitong's hands, his eyes also changed instantly, and his throat groaned.
"Maitreya Buddha! Murakami Murakami, this is... is this real gold?..."
"Well, Buddha bless the Oyezaki family! Suichiro, don't talk...I'm trading with this stupid headman, you give him the horse!"
"Huh? He is...a person who specializes in raising horses?...These horses need to be taken care of by special people who know how to raise horses? Yes! The mountains raise deer and dogs, and there will also be special reindeer people and dog trainers. ...And Mugou told me that horses are especially difficult to raise, and they are easy to die..."
Zuwaro's eyes flickered, his mind was full of thoughts, and some original thoughts became stronger and completely dominated. He smiled calmly, looked up and down Kaisuke Ichiro, and kept it in his heart. And after the warriors of the kingdom moved away the second horse, he casually took out two gold cakes that were shining like gold, just like taking out a lot of copper coins!
"The lord god bears witness! The leader of the big ship, my friend! ... These two pieces, here you are! The third big horse, please give it to me too!"
This time, Murakami gritted his teeth and refused to agree. He stared at the gold cake in Zuvalo's hand, licked his lips, and shook his head vigorously while maintaining his last sanity.
"Impossible! The leader of the Deer Department, my friend... This cannot be exchanged, this is the mount for the Patriarch... This really cannot be exchanged... Besides, the price of Jurchen's big horse is more than two gold cakes!..."
"Huh? No change? Not enough? Not big enough?...Oh! You mean, the gold cakes are not enough, and the biggest horse needs more?... Haha! Don't worry! We have more gold cakes in our hands!... "
Expedition Captain Zuvaro blinked, showing a simple smile. He didn't understand what Murakami Jitong said, but he roughly understood what the other party meant. Afterwards, with a simple and honest face, he waved his big hand boldly, turned his head and said to Shi Jian.
"Praise the Lord God! Shi Jian, go to the warriors of the kingdom! Take off the golden amulets from their necks one by one and bring them to me!..."
Then, Zuwaro's smile remained unchanged, and there was no special expression on his face, but his voice was slightly lower, and he ordered calmly.
"Witness of the Lord God! Remind every warrior to be...prepared...after I change all three horses into my hands and bring them over..."
"Yes! Don't worry, Captain!..."