Chapter 417 20. Farming and Fighting Must Be Given Equal Weight

No matter how sweet the newlywed life is, the sun will always rise as usual the next day, and you have to get up and go to the city to serve.

The originally extremely boring weather was full of the smell of dog food. When Xiao Pingtai woke up, the person next to him had already woken up. As usual, Chen San was responsible for daily life, but today it was the first time that A Ling was responsible.

"Why don't you sleep a little longer?" Xiao Pingtai stretched his body and looked at the sky outside.

"Isn't it because I'm afraid of delaying your climbing the city." There was a hint of blame in the words, but the faint smile on A Ling's face was completely like love.

"Thank you for your hard work!" Xiao Pingtai held her soft hand, his eyes full of affection.

"Tanzheng, everything is ready, can you come in?" Chen San's voice suddenly interrupted the communication between the young couple.

"Come in!" A Ling pulled her hand out and told the servants outside to come in.

After the family finished breakfast, Chen San held Xiao Pingtai's spear, Nabe nosuke held a katana, Yu Kamemaru held a teppo, and Nanaki led the horse. I feel that there are not enough attendants. The higher the status, the less freedom. You have to follow the proper ranks.

Oda Nobunaga, who was the most independent and did not want to follow the ranks, was directly called "Owari Big Fool". This thing is also a kind of feudal order. If you don't bring enough followers, others will think you are pretending and not sociable.

Although it is said to be climbing the city, in fact, no one goes to Fuchu Castle. The samurai who have something to report and confidential work all go to Shoryakuji Temple outside the city. Who said that the temple is cool and Yamanouchi Yoshiharu is recuperating in the temple.

Isn't it true that employees can only go where the boss is?

The narrow road is full of acquaintances. Xiao Pingtai looked around deliberately, trying to find his brother-in-law Hosokawa Cainu, but he didn't see anyone. Instead, Yamanouchi Shukei stopped by the roadside and waited for Xiao Pingtai.

"How is Shukei-dono." Xiao Pingtai lagged behind him by a horse head and took the initiative to greet Yamanouchi Shukei.

"Koyata, the weather is good this year. When the autumn harvest comes, we will transport more tribute rice to Suruga Shita and Suwa Iida."

"Okay, what's the approximate amount?" Koyata understood what he meant. He was afraid of fighting on the front line, so he took advantage of the good harvest this year to reserve more military rations and rice, just in case.

"Limited to 30,000 soldiers, 15 days of food." Yamauchi chief accountant calculated it in his mind.

One soldier eats two catties of brown rice a day, 30,000 people eat 60,000 catties a day, 15 days is 900,000 catties, more than 6,000 shi.

Now that the national expenditure is shrinking, one military ration rice will take away more than 10,000 shi of rice, and we must be prepared for the worst. Koyata manages the Yamauchi family's purse, and it is not easy to make ends meet.

"Okay, I know everything." Koyata couldn't refuse. If he couldn't do this kind of thing well, what's the point of being a Kanjo Bugyo.

When the two entered the temple, the horses and followers were parked outside the temple gate, so they could only go to the back of the temple alone. On the way, Xiao Pingtai also saw Aji, who was on duty, standing guard outside the back hall of the temple. The two nodded and did not communicate.

Further behind the hall was Yamanouchi Yoshiharu's other courtyard. The defense was not very strict. Only Murakami Yoshimitsu and six people were standing guard at the door, and there were more than a dozen attendants and guards in the courtyard. After all, it was under Fuchu Castle, and the safety factor was relatively high.

Several people were already sitting in the house, including Yamanouchi Yoshiharu. It was very strange today, Yamanouchi Taro was also in the house. The grandfather and grandson were talking about meaningless gossip, but they looked very happy.

"Sit down." Yamanouchi Yoshiharu said casually.

Yamanouchi Taro blinked his clever little eyes and nodded to Yamanouchi Shukei and Xiao Pingtai, which seemed quite smart.

Xiao Pingtai looked at Hosokawa Cainu and didn't see anything. He thought to himself, why did this person get up so early? They were obviously married yesterday.

After sitting down, the meeting today was indeed about the autumn harvest. In the agricultural society and feudal era, the most important thing is the autumn food.

Everyone roughly sorted out whether there were any reports of famine or disasters, and which ones should be exempted. And the problem of military rice reserve mentioned by Yamauchi Chief Accountant before, and contacting the naiya and local rice merchants to sell the price of annual tribute rice.

As for the war, there may not be any for the time being. Takeda Harunobu was just sent back home by Yamauchi Yoshiharu. He can't kill the Yamauchi family for the time being. With his cunningness, he will definitely change a soft persimmon to squeeze. In other directions, except for Mikawa, which is still in civil strife, it can't affect Yamauchi.

As they talked, Yamauchi Yoshiharu seemed to feel that he was still in good health today, and he actually wanted to carry Yamauchi Taro on horseback to go out and see the fields.

Koheita was about to speak to dissuade him, but found that no one else spoke. It is true that Yamauchi Yoshiharu rarely goes out, and it is not a bad thing for him to show up in front of the people.

So they prepared a sedan chair, herbal tea and anti-heat medicine, and the group rode out of the temple.

In order to cooperate with Yamanouchi Yoshiharu who was not in good health with his child, it was better to say that he rode the horse than to gallop. He just let the horse walk slowly and casually.

The only one who was excited was Yamanouchi Taro. It was his first time riding a horse. The blood of a samurai destined him to love this sport. He waved his hands around on the horse, clapping and shouting.

The rice fields along Lianchuan were growing well and all had ears. Due to the agricultural level, there was no exaggerated density or bent ears. It was ordinary, but for now, it was a rare good year.

The farmers on the roadside saw the samurai attendants holding flags and shouting, and they all knelt on the ridges of the fields. The few samurai servants who were rarely seen also bent 90 degrees and waited for Yamanouchi Yoshiharu's group to pass.

"Taro, the rice in this field is the foundation of the people and the foundation of the country. Do you know?" Yamanouchi Yoshiharu pointed at the rice fields and Yamanouchi Taro and said.

As they said this, the group stopped, and the attendant immediately came over to pick up Yamauchi Taro and helped Yamauchi Yoshiharu off the horse.

"Taro, smell it, does it taste the same as rice?" Yamauchi Taro was shorter than the rice stalk, and was held by Yamauchi Yoshiharu to smell the rice ear.

"Somewhat." Yamauchi Taro also saw rice for the first time, but he didn't seem very interested.

"Taro, riding a horse to fight is certainly a must for a samurai, but ruling the people and rice is also something that a daimyo should care about." Yamauchi Yoshiharu's attitude towards his eldest grandson was naturally very good, and he taught him earnestly.

"I know." Yamauchi Taro's answer was still a little casual.

"Taro!" Yamauchi Yoshiharu's tone became serious. He seemed to dislike Yamauchi Taro's attitude of not caring about farmers and agriculture.

"Hmm?" Yamauchi Taro also found for the first time that the grandfather who doted on her actually spoke to him in a tone that was not kind and gentle, which seemed a little strange.

At this time, the owner of the paddy field and the local landlords all ran over, knelt on the ground and saluted Yamanouchi Yoshiharu and Yamanouchi Taro.