A tour of Japan's Warring States Period

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

The originally extremely boring weather smelled like dog food. When Xiao Pingtai woke up, the person next to him had already woken up. As usual, Chen San was responsible for daily living, but today, for the first time, A Ling was in charge.

"Why don't you sleep a little longer?" Xiaoping sighed and looked at the sky outside.

"Aren't you afraid of delaying your arrival in the city?" There was a hint of resentment in the words, but the slight smile on A-Ling's face showed that she liked him completely.

"Thank you for your hard work!" Xiao Pingtai held the catkins in his hands, his eyes watering.

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

"Come in!" A Ling took out her hand and ordered the attendants outside to enter the room.

After the family had breakfast, Tatsuzo held Koheita's spear, Nanosuke held the sword, Yu Kamemaru held the iron cannon, and Nanaki held the horse. It feels like there are not enough attendants anymore. The higher the status, the less freedom one has. They have to have all the ranks they should have.

Oda Nobunaga, the most maverick and unconventional person, was directly called the "Owari fool". This thing can be regarded as a kind of feudal order. If you don't bring enough followers, others will think that you are pretending to be a show-off and that you don't fit in with the crowd.

It was said that they were going to the city, but in fact no one went to Fuchu City. The samurai who had something to report or had confidential business all went to Songli Temple outside the city. Who said it was cool in the temple? Yamauchi Yoshiharu was recuperating in the temple.

But where the boss is, the employees can only go there, right?

The narrow road was lined with acquaintances. Xiaodaita looked around specifically, trying to find her uncle Hosokawa Tarime, but she couldn't find anyone there. However, Chief Yamauchi stopped by the roadside, waiting for Heita Xiao.

"The Chief Accountant's Palace is fine." Xiaoping Tai was a step behind and took the initiative to say hello to the Chief Accountant Yamauchi.

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

"Okay, what is the approximate quantity?" Xiaoping understood this very well. He was afraid of fighting on the front line, so he took advantage of the fact that this year's harvest should be good, so he stocked up on more military rations and rice, just in case.

"Limited to 30,000 soldiers, we will pack food in 15 days." The chief planner in the mountain thought about it in his mind.

One soldier can eat two kilograms of brown rice a day, thirty thousand men can eat sixty thousand kilograms a day, and fifteen days is nine hundred thousand kilograms, which is more than six thousand kilograms.

Nowadays, the national budget is in short supply, and one rice of military ration will cost more than 10,000 kilograms of rice. We must take precautions just in case. Xiaopingta was in charge of the Yamauchi family's money bag, and he felt that it was not easy to make ends meet.

"Okay, I know everything." Mrs. Xiaoping couldn't shirk it. She couldn't handle this kind of thing, so she just decided to follow it.

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

Further to the back of the palace is the courtyard of Yamauchi Yoshiharu. The defense is not too tight. Only Murakami Yoshimitsu and six people are standing guard at the door, and there are more than a dozen attendants guarding the courtyard. After all, it is under Fuzhong City, so the safety factor is relatively high.

Several people were already sitting in the room, including Yamauchi Yoshiharu. What's strange today is that Taro Yamauchi is also in the house. The grandfather and grandson were chatting in vain, but they looked very happy.

"Sit down." Yamauchi Yoshiharu said casually.

Yamauchi Taro blinked his clever little eyes and nodded to Chief Yamauchi and Koheita, which seemed quite smart.

Koheita looked at Hosokawa Saime, but didn't see anything. I thought to myself, why did this person get up so early? We obviously got married together yesterday.

After sitting down, today's discussion turned out to be true, it was about the autumn harvest. In agricultural society and the feudal era, the most important thing was food in the autumn.

Everyone sorted it out to see if there were famines or disasters reported anywhere, and which ones should be exempted. As well as the issue of stockpiling military grain rice mentioned by Chief Yamauchi before, he also contacted Nawu and local rice merchants to find out the price of the annual tribute rice.

As for war, there may not be one for the time being. Takeda Harunobu has just been beaten back home by Yamauchi Yoshiharu. He can't kill the Yamauchi family for the time being. With his cunning and cunning, he will definitely be replaced by a soft persimmon. In other directions, except for Sanhe, who is still in civil strife, it has no influence on the mountain.

While talking, Yamauchi Yoshiharu seemed to feel that he was in good health today, so he actually wanted to ride out with Taro Yamauchi in his arms to look around the fields.

Xiao Ping Tai just wanted to speak to dissuade him, but found that no one else spoke. It is true that Yamauchi Yoshiharu rarely goes out, so it is not a bad thing for him to show his face in front of the people.

So they prepared a cool sedan, herbal tea and summer-relieving medicine, and the group rode out of the temple.

In order to cooperate with Yamauchi Yoshiharu, who was not in good health with a child, he was more like riding a horse than riding a horse. He did not run at all, but just walked slowly and casually with the horse.

Only Taro Yamauchi was excited. It was his first time riding a horse. The blood of a martial artist destined him to love this sport. On the horse, the little hands were waving wildly, clapping and shouting.

The rice fields along Lianchuan are growing very well, and all ears have formed. It is limited to agricultural level, and there is no exaggerated density or bent rice ears. It's just ordinary, but as of now, it's already a rare good year.

When the farmers on the roadside saw the flags and the accompanying warriors shouting, they knelt down on the field ridge. The few warriors who were rarely seen also bent at ninety degrees, and the procession of Jinghou Shanuchi Yoshiharu and his party passed by.

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

As the group stopped, the attendant immediately came over and took Yamauchi Taro down, and helped Yamauchi Yoshiharu off his horse.

"Taro, smell it, does it taste the same as rice?" Yamauchi Taro was shorter than a rice stalk. He was held by Yamauchi Yoshiji and went to smell the rice ears.

"Somewhat similar." It was also the first time for Yamauchi Taro to see rice, but he didn't seem very interested.

"Taro, fighting on horseback is a must for a samurai, but the people and rice are also things that a daimyo should be concerned about." Yamauchi Yoshiharu naturally had a very good attitude towards his eldest grandson, 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 at all.

"Huh?" It was also the first time for Yamauchi Taro to find that her doting grandfather actually spoke to him in a tone that was not loving and kind, which seemed a little strange.

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