A tour of Japan's Warring States Period

Sure enough, within a few days, Uncle Tsunaliang was summoned alone. Yamauchi Yoshiharu asked him some questions in a somewhat distracted manner, but Tsunaliang also had reservations and did not speak too fully.

Yamauchi Yoshiharu didn't understand the price of copper. Secondly, he thought it was like casting gold. The mining cycle was long and the casting cost was high. For the sake of his little wife, he promised to inspect and provide guidance in a few days, so Tsuna was not in a hurry and resigned.

Tsunara and Koheita, who had returned from their official duties, took stock again while waiting for dinner.

"Anyway, go buy enough charcoal and turn on the stove first. Kinbei will also call for you." Uncle Tsunaliang ordered.

"I told my lord about this today. My lord's attitude was not very positive, and he didn't ask very detailed questions. He just agreed to take a look."

"This is not an urgent matter. The more careless you are, the less attention you pay to it. The more shocking it will be when you finally see the result. Isn't it? Hehe~~"

"That's the truth. Anyway, you just need to be ready at any time. If I know the news of the Lord's arrival in advance, I will definitely come and inform you."

"okay."

The two uncles and nephews smiled at each other and went to work.

Xiaopingtai naturally plunged into the smelting house next to Jinshan Mountain and began to continue the business of counterfeiting coins.

Until one afternoon, two furnaces of coins had been minted, and Xiaoping Taizheng was happily beating the coins. He didn't even notice the two people standing in front of him.

He waited until the coins that Jinbei sat next to him dropped to the ground, and then he looked up and saw that Jinbei had his butt stuck out, and he was so arrogant that his head was about to be buried in the soil.

Then Xiaopingtai turned his head and saw a pair of feet wearing straw sandals. Without raising his head, Xiaopingtai immediately dropped the money and knelt on the ground. He said: "The great Lord of the House of Houses comes to visit, and the flowers are shining brightly."

Only then did Yamauchi Yoshiharu wave to the people outside to come in: "What are you talking about? You two have been frustrated for a long time, and I don't see you distracted. You are so focused."

Three or four people came in outside, and Tsunaliang also came in, winking at Koheita.

Yamauchi Yoshiharu bent down to pick up the money on the ground, looked through it before and after, and handed it to Hosokawa Harumiya behind him.

"It is indeed very well made. The color is golden and shiny. It is as different from bad money as clouds and mud. It is flawless at first glance." Hosokawa Harumiya took it with both hands.

"The weight is absolutely sufficient, and there is no trace of private casting at all." Hosokawa Harumiya weighed it in his hand.

Both of them found the money to be excellent and could not see the badness of bad money at all. Then he asked Xiao Pingtai to get up with a happy face: "You can make another furnace and see." Xiao Pingtai has nothing to do, and there is nothing sinister about it anyway.

This process is actually not difficult, and the joy of minting your own coins is incomparable. Besides, you don’t need to melt too much this time, it’s just a demonstration, pull the bellows hard, and the fire will melt quickly. Speed ​​up the process, and leadership time is precious.

Yamauchi Yoshiharu stood there and watched without saying a word. Several of his followers looked alike and were all serious.

After all the copper liquid was poured, Yamauchi Yoshiharu began to ask questions about the process and the prices of various metals.

He covers everything and is the key to every idea, and his powers of observation cannot be underestimated. Then Yamauchi Yoshiharu suddenly raised his head and asked: "The bad money on the market is small and thin, and very little copper is used. Why not mint bad money?"

Xiao Pingtai replied: "Although the profit is huge, one cent of gold in Jiazhou still contains 80% gold. To show trust, this is how money should be minted."

Yamauchi Yoshiharu put his hands on his hands and laughed: "That's right, that's right! I'm impressed! I'm impressed!"

As everyone talked, the copper liquid quickly cooled down, and then Koheita took out a tree-shaped money embryo and presented it to Yamauchi Yoshiharu.

Yamauchi Yoshiharu, who witnessed the whole process, couldn't help but murmured: "If you grant a thousand guan per year, you will receive 4,000 guan per year. If you grant 10,000 guan per year, you will receive 40,000 guan per year. After three years of gathering, you can get 20,000 powerful soldiers and half a year's grain. If we use our strength to lead ten thousand people and thirty thousand brave and brave people, we can go to King Luo Qin (King of Japan, Ashikaga Shogun, not an emperor) and re-establish the Gen clan in Kawachi."

The people around him listened quietly to him drawing pie, some were excited, some were confused, some were confused, and some were dull.

Koheita felt that he shouldn't go to the mountain to pour cold water on Giji, but after thinking about it, he still said: "Shinano is remote, and my family does not produce copper."

As soon as this sentence was spoken, Yamauchi Yoshiharu reacted immediately. It's definitely true, this thing has no roots, its roots lie in copper mines.

Yamauchi Yoshiharu smiled sarcastically, and once again praised Xiaoheita: "You are very good, I will remember you." Then he turned around and called his attendants back to the city.

Xiao Pingtai also left the forging house and found that it was getting dark, and his stomach growled at the right time. He took Uncle Tsunaliang, who was still watching his son-in-law off, and hurried home to have dinner. They had already entered the city, so what else could they watch.

The women in the family quickly brought out the still-warm soup and rice, and the uncle and nephew ate while talking.

"My lord looks very approving today, so I can't be wrong." Uncle Tsunliang grabbed the soup and rice.

"I think so. Lord Hosokawa seems to be very tempted as well." Koheita picked up a piece of pickled radish.

"This is basically done. I wonder how big the stall will be at home. How many of us will be left behind?" Uncle Tsunliang grabbed the pickled radish.

"If you have three melons and two dates left over, you can get several hundred strings a year, which is a huge sum of money." Xiao Pingtai licked the front and back of the pickled radish.

"It's not like I won't feed you, look at how poor you look!" Uncle Tsunliang put down the bowl angrily, "Come in with another side dish." "Hey." A voice echoed from outside the room.

Xiao Pingtai hurriedly finished the last few bites: "I've eaten, thank you for the treat." He ran out of the house and disappeared into the night.

The seed of making a fortune has been planted for Yamauchi Yoshiharu. He will probably have to think about it for a few days. The specific outcome depends on his own decision.

New week, new stability! There are still 140,000 manuscripts left!