The Ming Dynasty took an unconventional approach

Marble bricks are heavy and of low value, so they are not noticeable on a large ship, but if they are to be transported over land, the manpower required would be too great.

Pan Yun didn't want to take them on a long journey.

But this thing is a matter of personal opinion, and the local rich may not like it.

It depends on how you sell it.

Wang Cong immediately found Yitiao Jianren to inquire about the personality and hobbies of this local tycoon.

It is said that he respected scholars and monks very much, and was particularly fond of Ming Dynasty books and artifacts, as evidenced by the fact that he always referred to the "Celestial Empire".

This is also one of the reasons why Jianren Ichijo brought them to land at this wild port.

Once they get ashore here, there will be no problem for Pan Yun and his team whether their identities are exposed or not.

When Wang Cong heard this, he immediately pulled Xue Shao along: "In terms of reading, who here can compare to you? In terms of preaching, no one here can compare to me. Let's go together and make good friends with this rich man."

As Xue Shao was dragged away by him, he asked, "I thought Pastor Pan Yun would be above you."

"Hey, Junior Master is more capable than me, and knows and thinks more than me, but when it comes to preaching, she is really no match for me."

When Wang Cong went to meet the local tyrants, he let them see what it meant to preach.

With just two sentences, Wang Cong coaxed the rich man into becoming an embryo.

Before Xue Shao could say anything, the local tyrant had already pulled Wang Cong's hand and excitedly went to the ship to greet Pan Yun. He even asked the villagers who were watching the excitement nearby to help unload the goods for free!

Most of these villagers depend on the local tyrants for their livelihood. They are semi-slaves and obey them completely.

When the master speaks, you have to roll up your sleeves and get to work, whether you are happy or not.

Of course Pan Yun would not let them work for free, so he said to Zhang Weiyi, "Take the heroes and keep an eye on it. Bring out a basket of copper coins and give them out later."

Ming Dynasty copper coins were one of the most popular commodities in Japan, because Japan's currency was crudely made and had always been called inferior currency.

Their money is all imported money, also called Tang money. Currently, the only money circulating in the market, besides the previous Song money, is Ming money.

When the heroes in Kochi Prefecture learned this, they were stunned and looked incredulous: "How could a country not have its own currency?"

Pan Yun disagreed: "Their economy is not developed, and private transactions can be carried out by barter, so they naturally do not need coins. Of course, the most important reason is that their government's credibility is not high. Otherwise, who can refuse the right to mint coins?"

That’s because the government’s credibility is not high and it knows that the coins it mint cannot be circulated, so it can only give up this right and use Ming coins instead.

So it is no wonder that the officials in the imperial court were complacent, always considering themselves the Celestial Empire and looking down on Japan.

But it would be bad enough to despise the enemy strategically, but if you also despise them tactically, you will end up watching the enemy grow stronger and ultimately end up hurting yourself.

As soon as a large basket of copper coins was carried out, the villagers who came on the boat to help carry things became instantly excited, more enthusiastic, more attentive, and their faces were full of smiles.

The captives on the ship had decided to follow Pan Yun, so they naturally would not be lazy and carried the goods more seriously and carefully than the villagers.

When the marble bricks were taken down, Wang Cong took the local tyrant to look at the marble and said with great emotion: "This brick was mined from the sacred mountain. We just wanted to give it a try, but we didn't expect it to travel across the ocean and come here. This is the fate between it and this land, and also the fate between our mountain god and this land."

Pan Yun looked at Wang Cong with approval.

Xue Shao looked at him, then at her, and was sure. Could this eloquence be a specialty of Mount Sanqing?
Wang Cong dragged the rich to discover the divinity in marble.

The marble bricks were polished very smoothly, cool to the touch, white and smooth, yet with lines. With Wang Cong's pointing, these lines became a ladder to heaven.

The rich man's heart was overwhelmed with emotion after hearing this. He wanted to speak several times but did not dare to.

Xue Shao saw it and smiled, saying, "The scholars in the Central Plains particularly like to use marble to decorate their doors, but when it comes to liking it, we are still inferior to the princes and nobles."

"Oh?" The local tyrant's eyes lit up and he quickly asked, "Do the princes like to use marble?"

Xue Shao nodded: "Of course, the palace uses marble to pave the floor and build the steps. Under the sunlight, it looks like beautiful jade. In addition, marble has a good reputation for its steadfastness."

Xue Shao remembered several poems, but although he had no problem speaking in Japanese, it was somewhat difficult for him to recite poems in Japanese.

It’s a pity that this rich man can’t speak Chinese.

It is worth mentioning that Japan uses Chinese characters as its official writing system, but it only adds pinyin next to the Chinese characters and reads Chinese characters in Japanese.

Chinese is considered an elegant language. The average rich person cannot speak it, but they can certainly read it.

Xue Shao asked someone to bring paper and pen, and wrote a poem in praise of marble: "The green moss has been painted with powder for thousands of years, and its color remains intact."

He said to the local tyrant with shining eyes: "This is Su Shi's poem, written on marble."

The local tyrant held the poem in one hand and touched the marble with the other, and asked Wang Cong with tears in his eyes: "Friend, my good friend, I know it is very presumptuous, but can you sell me a few pieces of marble? I don't want much, fifty pieces, no, forty pieces will be enough. I only need such a large piece of marble to pave a room."

Wang Cong wanted to say, this is not laid in the room, this is laid on the road.

Who would use marble tiles as floor tiles in a room?
But looking at the local tyrant with shining eyes, Wang Cong did not say it, but took the local tyrant's hand and said: "We Taoists believe that meeting is fate, not to mention that we have become friends, which is a fate that takes thousands of years to cultivate. For this fate, I will also give my friend a gift."

Wang Cong wanted to give all the marble bricks they brought to the local tyrants.

When the rich man heard this, tears suddenly flowed down his face.

He had never met such a generous friend, so generous that his heart was about to jump out.

He grabbed Wang Cong's hand in disbelief and asked, "Are you telling the truth? Are you telling the truth?"

Wang Cong nodded vigorously.

Therefore, the rich man decided to become their best friend in Japan, even surpassing Kenjin Ichijo and the others.

He arranged the seats for Wang Cong and others above Yichi Jianren, and Wang Cong's seat was above Pan Yun. He pulled him directly to sit next to him. If you didn't know, you would think that Wang Cong was the host like him.

Pan Yun didn't care about anything and left it all to Wang Cong.

The local tycoon entertained them with the highest standards.

Oh, this rich man is called Taro Nosaka, and he has a natural liking for Han people.

After getting drunk, she pulled Wang Cong and cried, "I have always wanted to go to the Ming Dynasty to see the world, but I don't have a big ship, and the court of the upper country doesn't allow us to land at will, so I have never been able to go.

But I have been secretly learning the elegant language, but my family is too poor to hire monks to teach me. I only know a few words and cannot communicate with you in the elegant language. This is probably my lifelong regret. "

After saying this, she took Wang Cong's hand and cried, feeling that she was very sorry for this good friend.

My good friend can speak Japanese, but he can't answer in Chinese, which is really rude. (End of this chapter)