"This woman learns too fast!" Wang Wenzuo secretly cursed, but said: "I'm afraid this won't work. There were many people who committed the murder at that time. If we kill him, what will happen to the others? Even if it is to pacify these people Even my heart can’t kill him!”
"That's true! Or are you thinking carefully? Then what do you think we should do!"
"Let him be imprisoned in Yamada Temple for a while first!" Wang Wenzuo said: "Wait until the limelight has passed, and then arrange for him to be given a less prestigious but more important official position!"
"Well, that's a good idea!" Saitama nodded: "Then let's put it aside for now! What do you think is the most important thing now?"
"Of course you want to recruit as many counties as possible and organize and train the army!" Wang Wenzuo said: "Frankly speaking, your current army is just a ragtag group. The victory last time was largely a fluke. This kind of thing can happen all at once." No two!"
"I know this. I leave all the training of the army to you!" Saitama said: "If possible, please bring in another batch of reinforcements from Baekje!"
"I'm afraid this will be difficult. There are too few ships. Even if we can mobilize only one or two thousand people!" Wang Wenzuo shook his head: "And Brother Zhong should probably mobilize the troops stationed in Northern Kyushu, as well as the exiled Baekje people. The combat effectiveness of those armies cannot be compared to those Omi rich people who came here temporarily!"
"That's true!" Saitama frowned. After the Battle of Baijiangkou, in order to resist the possible invasion of the Tang army, Brother Zhong deployed many troops in Kitakyushu, including the exiled Baekje people. The equipment of these troops and Their training was far superior to that of the local tycoons he had temporarily summoned in Omi, and their natural combat effectiveness was also far superior.
"If possible, you can try to bring these armies over. Although Brother Naka and you both claim to be kings now, after all, you control Asuka Kyo now, so the quality of the throne should be higher than his, right?"
"Well, I'll give it a try!" Saitama nodded: "But Hirafu Ampere has a high prestige in the military, and he must be on the side of Brother Naka."
Wang Wenzuo didn't speak and nodded. Of course he knew the reason why Ampere Hirafu would side with Brother Zhong, but because of Liu An's incident, he had already formed a deadly feud with him, so he didn't need to think too much about it.
Seeing that Wang Wenzuo was silent, Saitama thought that the other party was worried about the future war, so he curled up and got into Wang Wenzuo's arms: "Actually, you don't have to be too anxious. Both me and Katsuragi will not start the war for at least a few more months. Yes, you have enough time to train your army and wait for reinforcements!"
"How many more months?" Wang Wenzuo was stunned: "Why?"
"It's soon the season for sowing rice. The soldiers will all go home at this time, and no one can fight!"
"Oh, oh, I almost forgot!" Wang Wenzuo tapped his forehead and laughed. Ancient Japan was a civilization based on rice agriculture. Rice cultivation was the cornerstone of the ancient Yamato country. Unlike common dryland crops in East Asia such as wheat, barley, and corn, rice cultivation required a complex irrigation system. This irrigation system cannot be established by small farmers one by one. Therefore, for a long time in ancient Japan, the village community rather than the family was the basic unit of production.
Moreover, the demand for labor in rice planting is very unbalanced. Planting in spring and harvesting in autumn require a lot of labor, but much less labor is needed in normal times. Therefore, it was economically impossible for ancient Japan to launch large-scale wars in spring and autumn. It is different from suicide. With the mobilization level of the Yamato country at that time, neither Nakadai nor Saitama had the ability to force the villagers to send out enough young adults to form an army.
"What's wrong? What are you thinking about?" Qiyu found that Wang Wenzuo had fallen into a state of mindlessness again. He stretched out his right hand and waved it in front of Wang Wenzuo's eyes: "Are you thinking about some wild woman?"
"What a wild woman!" Wang Wenzuo said with a smile: "I don't have the skills now. I'm just thinking about how to reward meritorious soldiers!"
"The best way is of course to give them land and farms!" Saitama said with a smile: "No samurai would dislike having a lot of land and farms. With fields, rice can be produced, and with rice, more people can be fed. The more people you have, the more farms you can open up. Unfortunately, there will only be enough farms to reward them after you defeat Brother Naka. Around Nara
Most of the farms belong to monasteries, royal families and nobles, and there are too few rewards! "
"That's true, the same is true for Chang'an and Luoyang!" Wang Wenzuo nodded: "Then we can only postpone this, but we must also provide rewards, otherwise they will not be willing to contribute next time!"
"Then what are you going to do? Reward them with gold and silver?"
"I do have this plan, but it doesn't seem to work very well!" Wang Wenzuo sighed: "Originally, I rewarded some shooters with some money when I selected them, but many people don't seem to value them too much!"
"That's true! Most people live in rural areas, where money can't be exchanged for anything. This is a rare thing that looks pretty beautiful. I guess they will enshrine it on a shrine and treat it as a family heirloom from generation to generation!"
"That's true!" Wang Wenzuo sighed. As Saitama said, gold and silver were not a large-scale currency in East Asia at that time. Even in the Tang Dynasty, they could only trade with merchants from the Western Regions or the royal family rewarded hundreds of officials. It is useful, not to mention Japan, whose commodity economy lags far behind that of the Tang Dynasty. For those people who received the reward, they may regard these silver ingots as a beautiful treasure rather than a large sum of money.
"Actually, there's nothing wrong with this. Anyway, as long as those people are willing to fight, it's enough!" Saitama said with a smile, "It would be too cheap for them if we give them fields!"
Wang Wenzuo frowned, Qi Yu's words just now made him feel a little unhappy. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, Saitama still puts himself in the position of the royal family and clan nobles. Under the current system, they are the owners of the Yamato country's land. She gave more land to supporters as a last resort exception.
"Your Majesty, if you can pacify Brother Zhong, how much land do you plan to give me?"
"Give it to you?" Saitama laughed: "Didn't you say that you would resign from the official position in Yamato immediately after the war?"
"Yes, an official position is an official position, and a field is a field. Just because I don't want an official position doesn't mean I don't want a field!"
"No, in Yamato country, no matter what official position or title you hold, there is a one-to-one correspondence with how many fields you have. Otherwise, a tribesman can occupy more fields than a court official? How is this inappropriate?" Qi Yu smiled and said, "If you want to get the land in our country, you can't resign from the official position; if you want to resign from the official position, you can't even think about the land! Can you choose it yourself?"
"So troublesome?" Wang Wenzuo muttered. He knew that Saitama was not lying. The land system in Japan was indeed like this at that time. It was somewhat similar to the Western Zhou Dynasty in ancient China. What clothes did the kings, princes, officials, scholars, and common people wear and eat? What kind of things, how big a house you live in, what kind of vehicle you ride on, and how much land you occupy are all prescribed by etiquette and law. If you possess more than what you should have due to your status, it is an act of excess. Although this system seems ridiculous to modern people, in ancient times thousands of years ago it was regarded as a natural rule, which cannot be refuted by Wang Wenzuo in a few words.
"Then with my current official position, how much land can I have?"
"You are the right minister now. If we follow the convention, you should be granted a land grant of ten thousand to twenty thousand knots!"
"Knot?"
"Yes! One knot is probably a field that produces twenty kilograms of grain!"
"That's 200,000 to 400,000 shi, so much?" Wang Wenzuo was startled.
"Yes, the right minister is an extremely respected official position. If you are not a member of the royal family, you will generally not be able to hold the position!" Saitama smiled and said, "But this knot also comes from your country, how come you don't know?"
"I'm not a god, how can I know everything!" Wang Wenzuo said with a wry smile. Saitama was right. The so-called "knot" as a field unit was originally the measurement unit of the Qi State during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, that is, to control, to tie, to bear, to tie. , a handful is the land that can produce a handful of ears of rice, ten handfuls are a bundle, ten bundles are a load, and a hundred loads are a knot. Since Qi State is separated from the Korean Peninsula across the sea, this measurement unit was spread to the Korean Peninsula and then to Japan, becoming the main land measurement unit in Japan during the Asuka Period.
"Then I can divide these fields into small plots and give them to the soldiers who have made meritorious service, right?"
"This is your land, what do you want?
Of course it’s no problem! Saitama smiled nonchalantly: "But it's okay if there are only a few people. If there are too many, it will harm the interests of your own family, which is not a wise move!"
"It doesn't matter, I'll take out half of it first, just five thousand knots!" Wang Wenzuo said with a smile: "I will give five knots of land and soil to the soldiers who have made meritorious service. This should be enough, right?"
"That's enough!" Saitama smiled and said, "If you hunt and grow some vegetables nearby, it will be enough to feed a small family of twenty or thirty people! But you are too generous!"
"If you are stingy, how can you inspire soldiers to kill the enemy?" Wang Wenzuo laughed. He walked to the desk, wrote quickly, and then gave it to Qi Yu: "Take a look, how about this?"
Saitama took the white paper and saw two big characters "feelings" written at the top. Below it was written when and where so-and-so fought bravely, how many people were shot and killed, and whether he was injured. The last line In order to thank him for his heroic service, he was rewarded with five taels of silver and five knots of land.
"The last part of the testimonial is my signature and official seal!" Wang Wenzuo said with a smile: "The awarded soldiers can use this to obtain land in the future, and they can also keep the testimonial as proof of their own martial arts!"
"This method is quite good!" Saitama smiled and suddenly changed his tone: "But! Saburo, you really need to practice your calligraphy. Your handwriting is really ugly and not worthy of your right minister's status!" ” After saying this, before Wang Wenzuo could react, she jumped up and ran towards the back of the house with a smile.
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"Heiroku, this is our home, right? What a pity. A lot of effort was spent on building this house, but now it's gone!" Ji Jian Chiying looked at the ruins in front of him and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.
"Sir, this is the Akinami family's mansion!" Heiroku replied: "The villain's mansion is in Nambazu, and the ground has not been broken yet!"
"Your mansion?" Akira Akira couldn't believe his ears: "Heiroku, you mean that small thatched cottage you live in Nambazu?"
"No!" Heiroku puffed up his chest proudly: "In order to reward the villain for his contribution, the Minister of Internal Affairs has given the villain a mansion in Nambazu, about a hundred feet square. By the way, His Majesty also gave the villain Namba. My surname is, from now on you should call me Namba Heiroku!"
"A mansion a hundred steps square? Namba Heiroku!" Akiami Akatsuki looked at the other party in surprise, with a smug smile on his familiar face: "So you are no longer a member of the tribe?"
"Of course, I am already Captain Saemon, the right minister personally decreed it!" Seeing the surprise on the face of his former master, Heiroku felt a sense of excitement, as if he had drank a large bottle of the best wine. He tried his best not to smile on his face. According to the new friends he made these days, he could be worthy of his official position and be a decent nobleman.
"Zaoemon is the captain, the right minister personally decreed it!" Akira seemed to have turned into a parrot and kept repeating the words of the former servant. He could feel the sourness in his mouth. No, it was not just in his mouth that was sour. His whole body was aching, especially his eyes, where tears had begun to roll. From being a subordinate to becoming a military attaché like Captain Zaemon, he suddenly crossed the stage that generations of people had struggled for. Why didn't such good luck happen to him? Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel jealous of Ping Liu.
"Namba-den!" Akira Akira said in a respectful tone that he was not used to: "Why didn't you tell me earlier? I was really rude when I yelled at Heiroku and Heiroku just now. Please forgive me!"
"Sir, you don't have to be like this!" Namba Heiroku saw Akami's appearance, feeling both happy and frightened at the same time: "What's the big deal? I'm still called Heiroku! You can continue to call me that!" "
"Namba-den!" Akami Akaki said solemnly: "You are indeed called Heiroku, but only people with higher status and official position than you can call you that. If other people call you that, it is rude. You are completely You can rebuke him loudly, if he dares not to apologize to you, then you will chop him with a knife!"
"Cut him?" Namba Heiroku was startled: "That's not true, right? You have to kill someone just to call Heiroku?"
"It's not a matter of Pingliu and not Pingliu. You are already a military attache of the imperial court. Being rude to you is disrespectful to the imperial court. If you
If you don't kill him, you will lose the face of the court, and the only way to apologize is to die! "Ji Jian Chiying looked serious: "As a warrior, the first step is to have the dignity of a warrior. Only in this way will others respect you, do you understand?"
